Let me tell you a short story ..Once upon a time there lived a crow in the Forest and was absolutely satisfied in life. But one day he saw a swan… This swan is so white and I am so black…crow thought.
This swan must be the happiest bird in the world.
He expressed his thoughts to the swan. “Actually,” the swan replied,
“I was feeling that I was the happiest bird around until I saw a parrot, which has two colors. I now think the parrot is the happiest bird in creation.”
The crow then approached the parrot. The parrot explained, “I lived a very happy life—until I saw a peacock. I have only two colors, but the peacock has multiple colors.”
The crow then visited a peacock in the zoo and saw that hundreds of people had gathered to see him.
After the people had left, The crow approached the Peacock..
Dear Peacock, You are so beautiful. Every day thousands of people come to see you.
When people see me, they immediately shoo me away. I think you are the happiest bird on the planet.
The peacock replied, I always thought that I was the most beautiful and happy bird on the planet. But because of my beauty, I am entrapped in this zoo.
I have examined the zoo very carefully, and I have realized that the crow is the only bird not kept in a cage.
So for past few days I have been thinking that if I were a crow, I could happily roam everywhere…
That’s our problem too. We make unnecessary comparison with others and become sad. We don’t value what has God given us.
This all leads to the vicious cycle of unhappiness. Value the things god has given us. Learn the secret of being happy and discard the comparison which leads only to unhappiness..
Many hundreds of years ago in a small Italian town, a merchant had the misfortune of owing a large sum of money to the moneylender. The moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the merchant's beautiful daughter so he proposed a bargain. He said he would forgo the merchant's debt if he could marry the daughter. Both the merchant and his daughter were horrified by the proposal.
The moneylender told them that he would put a black pebble and a white pebble into an empty bag. The girl would then have to pick one pebble from the bag. If she picked the black pebble, she would become the moneylender's wife and her father's debt would be forgiven. If she picked the white pebble she need not marry him and her father's debt would still be forgiven. But if she refused to pick a pebble, her father would be thrown into jail.
They were standing on a pebble strewn path in the merchant's garden. As they talked, the moneylender bent over to pick up two pebbles. As he picked them up, the sharp-eyed girl noticed that he had picked up two black pebbles and put them into the bag. He then asked the girl to pick her pebble from the bag.
What would you have done if you were the girl? If you had to advise her, what would you have told her? Careful analysis would produce three possibilities:
1. The girl should refuse to take a pebble.
2. The girl should show that there were two black pebbles in the bag and expose the moneylender as a cheat.
3. The girl should pick a black pebble and sacrifice herself in order to save her father from his debt and imprisonment.
The above story is used with the hope that it will make us appreciate the difference between lateral and logical thinking.
The girl put her hand into the moneybag and drew out a pebble. Without looking at it, she fumbled and let it fall onto the pebble-strewn path where it immediately became lost among all the other pebbles.
"Oh, how clumsy of me," she said. "But never mind, if you look into the bag for the one that is left, you will be able to tell which pebble I picked." Since the remaining pebble is black, it must be assumed that she had picked the white one. And since the moneylender dared not admit his dishonesty, the girl changed what seemed an impossible situation into an advantageous one.
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black
And you white fellows
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
When you die, you grey
And you call me coloured
This poem, written by an African child was nominated for the best poem of 2005
I think being able to do something for people is one of the best things in life. This guy really inspired me and I have shared the story here:
Initially when Mason Wartman left his awesome Wall Street job, he was just like a normal professional. The idea was to earn well and party hard during weekend.
About a year ago, he decided to sell pizzas for just 1 $ and then subtly increase the price. Mason Wartman was a budding entrepreneur with a solid plan!
But guess what? Something really charismatic was bound to happen!
He started a small restaurant named Rosa’s Fresh Pizza in Center City, Philadelphia and going by records, it has served more than 7000 slices of pizza to the destitute till date!
How it all started? Here comes the actual story:
As Mason was selling pizzas for just 1 $, lots of people even with limited income could afford them. Moreover, his pizza joint was located in somewhat open locality; as a result there were many homeless people who lived nearby it.
One day, a generous customer thought of paying for an extra serving of pizza so that any poor person could avail its benefit, Mason took out a sticky note, wrote for his record and pasted it on the wall. Since then, there has been no turning back for Mason. He has dedicated an entire wall for such sticky notes and customers still pay for the destitute because of belief in “Pay it forward”. It is as if some chain reaction of kindness is taking place at Rosa’s Fresh Pizza on daily basis.“Pay it forward” has become such a trend at Rosa’s Fresh Pizza that according to Mason, more than 8% of his revenue is generated through the suspended sticky notes!
Most importantly, because of this “Pay it forward” concept, many poor people have stopped committing crime for food and the crime rate in the locality is plummeting. According to Mason, this is one of the reasons, which inspires him a lot!
The best lesson for budding entrepreneurs, in fact for all of us from Mason’s story is that Mason was just another common B-school student who had no idea about pizza making when he started Rosa’s Fresh Pizza. He learnt making dough through experiments. In this entire journey, he has not only grasped the basics of business but he has also boosted a larger than life philosophy of “paying it forward”.
Undoubtedly, according to me, the act of paying it forward is one of the best things to do in life.
THE 4 WIVES
There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.
He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.
He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.
Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.
One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"
Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.
The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.
He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.
Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !"
Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives
a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.
b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.
c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.
d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.
Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.
Once upon a time there lived a generous, kind-hearted king. He was fond of birds and animals and had a huge bird sanctuary in his reign. He disliked harming the animals and birds and even did not kill them for the sake of eating meat.
Owing to his generosity and kindness towards birds, he was gifted two beautiful falcons by his fellow businessman. Those two falcons belonged to a different place and lived in a different climatic condition.
The king thanked the businessman and ordered the head of the bird trainer to provide all the facilities to those beautiful falcons and make them feel comfortable in their country.
The head trainer took the birds and provided all essentials to help the birds adapt to the atmosphere. Gradually, the birds got adapted to the country’s atmosphere.
One day the king wanted to see the falcons fly as he heard that one of those falcons fly to great heights at a very high speed.
The king was quite surprised and rewarded the bird trainer with handful of gold coins. He enquired about the other falcon. The bird trainer stated with regret that the other falcon did not move even a step from the day one and just sat on the branch. The trainer also added that he tried everything best he could do and still he failed to make this bird move.
The king consoled him and told the trainer that he would bring someone more experienced than him or an old man who knew about falcons.
The king announced about his requirement to make the falcon move and fly. Hearing this announcement, an old man reached the King’s palace and assured him that he would make the bird fly like the other one.
The king asked the head trainer to take the old man to the sanctuary to train the falcon and he told that he would visit them the next day to see if there was any change.
The next day, the king was very surprised to see the other falcon fly like the first one to great heights in rapid speed. The king was too happy and rewarded him handful.
The king asked what he had done to make the bird fly in a day. The old man simply replied, ‘I just cut down the branch of the tree where the falcon used to sit.’
Many of us are like this. We have wings to fly, we know how to fly, and where to fly still we sit doing nothing or doing something that makes us inferior to others.
Don’t try to walk when you have wings to fly!
THE SERMON ON ABUSE
A foolish man learning that the Buddha observed the principle of great love which commends the return of good for evil, came and abused him. The Buddha was silent, pitying his folly. When the man had finished his abuse, the Buddha asked him, saying: "Son, if a man declined to accept a present made to him, to whom would it belong?" And he answered: "In that case it would belong to the man who offered it."
I can complete and tell the moral but Mudraa has smart users.
Let me tell you a story.
There was a king who was always tensed. He was always worried and tensed over the future of his kingdom, his land, his wealth. He could never sleep peacefully because he was plagued with fear of losing whatever he has accumulated for the country.
Then there was this beggar whom the king fed near the temple.
The king observed that this beggar has no pain in life. He never bothered about anything, He would beg for food and once he is full, he was happy and content. He went around singing songs and was free to do whatever he wants to.
The king told one of his ministers
Look at this guy. He has nothing and yet he is so happy and free. And look at me. I am the king. I have all the wealth, power and pride but no happiness. I am Jealous of him. I want to see this guy in distress. I want to disturb his peace.
Minister said - That shall be done.
The next day the minister took 100 gold coins, wrapped it around a robe and dropped it where the beggar slept.
On discovering those gold coins, the beggar was elated. He had never seen them before. His happiness knew no bounds. But soon after, he became worried. Now he needed some sort of security. He feared the loss of coins from robbers.
The next day, he found another robe with 100 coins. He became more worried.
The next day, he traveled across the town and found a mountain, climbed it, dug a hole somewhere and buried all the coins.
He also hired a local farmer and told him to keep an eye on the mountain for suspicious activities. He promised to pay the farmer one gold coin every year.
In some time, he discovered another robe with only 99 coins in it.
Now he was angry.
He was certain that someone has stolen that one coin. He went mad, lost his temper and went to the king complaining
"Your highness. Some guy has stolen one coin which the gods had gifted me. I demand justice"
The king smiled, his objective has now been achieved and he has successfully destroyed the beggar's mental serenity.
Moral: It is the presence of surplus money that makes life more complicated. Abundance of money comes with its own problems and destroys your peace of mind. Just observe the lifestyle of a millionaire, he is always busy with stocks, investments, bonds and he has trapped himself in the illusion that "he needs to grow his money to be happy".
That is the illusion he has created for himself and he wants to live in that illusion.
Happiness has nothing to do with abundance of wealth. It is the absence of wealth and the chase which makes life worthwhile, not abundance.
Wealth is a necessity but most of us forget the fact that the chase to accumulate wealth is never ending. You will never have enough and if you give money the power to make you happy or sad, you will always be sad.
Once Krishna and Arjuna were walking towards a village. Arjuna was pestering Krishna, asking him why Karna should be considered an unparallelled Donor & not him ?
Krishna, turned two mountains into gold.
Then said, "Arjuna, distribute these two gold mountains among villagers, but you must donate every bit of it ".
Arjuna went into the village, and proclaimed he was going to donate gold to every villager, and asked them to gather near the mountain. The villagers sang his praises and Arjuna walked towards the mountains with a huffed up chest.
For two days and two nights Arjuna shovelled gold from the mountain and donated to each villager. The mountains did not diminish in the slightest.
Most villagers came back and stood in queue within minutes. Now Arjuna was exhausted, but not ready to let go of his Ego, told Krishna he couldn't go on any longer without rest.
Then Krishna called Karna and told him to donate every bit of the two gold mountains.
Karna called the villagers, and said "Those two Gold mountains are yours. " and walked away.
Arjuna sat dumbfounded. Why hadn't this thought occurred to him?
Krishna smiled mischievously and told him "Arjuna, subconsciously, you were attracted to the gold, you regretfully gave it away to each villager, giving them what you thought was a generous amount. Thus the size of your donation to each villager depended only on your imagination.
Karna holds no such reservations. Look at him walking away after giving away a fortune, he doesn't expect people to sing his praises, he doesn't even care if people talk good or bad about him behind his back. That is the sign of a man already on the path of enlightenment".
Giving with an Expectation of a Return in the form of a Compliment or Thanks is not a Gift, then it becomes a Trade.
" Give without expecting anything in Return."
Read it, it’ll take five minutes. You’ll be a better person afterward.”
As it is said in Buddhism, if you want to be happy, think of others, first. If you want to be unhappy, think only of yourself.
May your life be long and may it be full of empathy, compassion–and maturity.
The meaning of life? This:
“The Egg,” by Andy Weir
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable,
but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children.
It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly.
No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
Sometimes even one action can be a source of inspiration. One wrong move can ruin your whole life and similarly one move can make you Successful.
The man is Frederick W. Smith who is the founder and current CEO of FedEx. In 1971, Smith took his personal fortune of around $4 million and raised around an additional $90 million to found a delivery company structured such that it could potentially deliver packages overnight to anywhere in the world. This is something that, at that time, had never been done. Smith had first outlined how such a company would operate in a 1962 paper he wrote while at Yale University. The paper was written for an economics class and was specifically on an “overnight delivery service in a computer information age”.
Unfortunately, three years after the company began, thanks largely to rapidly rising fuel costs, Federal Express was on the verge of bankruptcy, losing over $1 million a month, with no one willing to give them any additional loans nor any investors interested in contributing capital.
At its low point, all the company had was $5000 to its name, which wasn’t enough to continue operating as their planes needed fuel and that wouldn’t cover it. Smith made a final pitch to General Dynamics for more funding, but was refused, leaving FedEx more or less dead on the ground when they’d not be able to fuel their planes the following Monday.
Not to be dissuaded, instead of taking a flight home to Memphis, Smith took the $5000 and flew to Las Vegas and played Black Jack that weekened with the remaining company funds. By Monday, to the shock of other higher ups in the company, FedEx had $32,000 in its bank account, which was just enough to cover the fuel for their planes and to continue operating a few days more. When asked what he’d been thinking taking a chance like that with company funds, he stated: “What difference does it make? Without the funds for the fuel companies, we couldn’t have flown anyway.”
It turns out, a few days more was all he needed. Shortly thereafter, Smith successfully managed to raise $11 million to keep the company afloat and, by 1976, Federal Express made its first profit of $3.6 million. Four years after that, the company’s profits were up to nearly $40 million with gross revenue near half a billion dollars. Today, FedEx is estimated to be worth in the vicinity of $25-$35 billion, with Smith himself currently worth around $2 billion
Long ago (around 600-500 BC), there lived a great scholar and astrologer by name Pani, on the banks of the river Indus. By the grace of Lord Shiva, Pani's wife delivered a healthy son. The son came to be known as Panini, the offspring of Pani.
One day, a great scholar, astrologer and palmist visited Pani. He was a great friend of Pani. Pani and his family treated the great man courteously. He was served the best food and was treated with the best services. After lunch, the great man called the child Panini and asked him to sit with him. Panini readily agreed and sat with the great man.
The great man looked at the right palm of the child. He sat there gazing at the palm for several minutes. The expression on his face changed from that of cheerfulness to that of concern. Looking at this change, Pani inquired the great man about what was bothering him.
The great man looked at Pani with pitiful eyes and said "Oh Pani! My friend! You are such a renowned scholar and people around the world come to you for advice. Alas! Fate has it that this child of yours will remain illiterate. He has no education line on his palm."
Pani asked his friend- "Please forgive me. I am not saying this because I doubt your expertise, but would it be possible that you haven't checked my son's palm correctly?"
The great man looked at Pani, whose eyes tried to hold their grief back, and said "My friend! I have checked the boy's palm thoroughly, not once but twice and there is no education line here. He is bound to remain illiterate."
Pani could no longer hold his grief. He closed his eyes and muttered under his breath "If the lord wishes it to be so, so be it!"
Panini, who was listening to the conversation, gently asked the great man "Sir, could you please tell me where on my palm would the education line be, if it had been?"
The great man showed the child the location of the education line on his own palm. He felt sympathetic towards the child, who was so well mannered and soft spoken.
The child ran out of the house and returned back in a few minutes. He held out his right palm and asked the great man "Will I be a scholar now? Will I be able to uphold my father's name?"
The great man and Pani looked at the child's hand and were shocked. Blood was oozing out of the palm and where there had to be the education line, there was a deep line which was etched with a sharp stone. The two men had no words.
As he grew up, Panini was educated by his father and Pani was astonished by his son's insatiable quest for knowledge. To attain more knowledge, Panini meditated on Lord Shiva and performed penance for many years. Impressed by the devotion he showed, Lord Shiva appeared before Panini. But Panini was so engrossed in his meditation that he did not notice the Lord's arrival. In order to wake Panini, Shiva sounded his Damaru. The Damaru beats reverberated and Panini woke up from his trance. The sound made by Shiva's Damaru kept resonating in Panini's ears. Panini bowed to the lord and the lord blessed him and disappeared.
Panini is believed to have formulated the rules of Sanskrit morphology, syntax and semantics in fourteen verses, which are believed to be the sounds of Shiva's Damaru, and called them Maheshwara Sutrani.
These Sutras are also known as Aṣṭādhyāyī, meaning eight chapters, the foundational text of the grammatical branch of the Vedanga.
Forget all the reasons why it won't happen and believe in the only reason why it will. Afterall, man is the master of his own fate.
- When I stand before GOD at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, " I used everything you gave me." ~ Erma Bombeck
- "We either make ourselves miserable or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same."
- "Your wings already exist. All you have to do is FLY."
- "Refuse to LOWER your standards to accommodate those who REFUSE to RAISE theirs."
- "Never get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life."
- Winners make goals...losers make excuses!
- Forgiveness is all about me giving up my right to hurt you for hurting me.
- Take twice as long as to eat half as much.
- The road to success is dotted with many tempting parking places.
- Life's problems wouldn't be called 'hurdles' if there weren't a way to get over them.
- The best angle from which to approach any problem is the try-angle.
- May your life be like a toilet paper...long and useful.
I rushed through the gift shop looking for something that she would like. The racks were full of photo frames, red cushions in the shape of hearts, teddy bears and huge cards carrying love messages.
My phone beeped for the 10th time since I had entered the shop. I checked my phone, already knowing what the screen would show.
10 missed calls from her.
I switched off my phone and pushed into my pocket. She would have to wait.
I hurriedly scanned the shelves before my eyes finally rested on the beautiful pendant hanging from a silver chain. She wasn't too fond of jewellery but this particular pendant would only add to her beauty.
I quickly took it to the cash counter and paid for it. I drove out of the parking lot praying that the gift would be enough to satiate her rage considering that it was the first time I had not answered her call.
I rang the doorbell with reluctant fingers. She opened the door after a few moments and her gaze seemed to,penetrate me.
"You are late and you have not been answering my calls. May I know the reason?"
"I was out for some work", I fumbled.
"That doesn't explain why you couldn't answer one call and tell me so." She turned around without another word, clearly more angry than she had ever been with me.
I grabbed the chain that I had bought for her and pulled it out of my pocket. I tip toed after her as she entered the kitchen. I stood behind her and slipped the chain around her neck. Her hands reached for her neck and her fingers wrapped around the pendant. She turned around and look at me with tears of joy swimming in her eyes.
"Today is valentines day. And whom do I love more than you Maa?"
And the woman who had given birth to me huddled herself into my arms like a child.
"So, will you be my valentine Ma?"
When Swami Vivekananda went to USA, a lady asked him to marry her. When Swami asked the lady about what made her ask him such question. She replied that she was fascinated by his intellect. She wanted a child of such an intellect. So she asked Swami, whether he could marry her and give a child like him.
He replied, since she was attracted only by his intellect, there is no problem.
“My dear lady, I understand your desire. Marrying and bringing a child in to this world and understanding whether it is intelligent or not takes very long time. More over it is not guaranteed.
Instead to fulfill your desire immediately, I can suggest a guaranteed way. Take me as your child. You are my mother. This way your desire of having a child of my intellect is fulfilled.”
The lady was speechless.
Once a group of 500 people were attending a seminar. Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each person a balloon. Each person was then asked to write their name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room.
The people were then let into that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written on it within 5 minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos.
At the end of 5 minutes no one could find their own balloon.
Then, the speaker asked each person to randomly collect a balloon and give it to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon.
The speaker then began, "This is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is.
Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness. And this is the purpose of human life...the pursuit of happiness."
We have the best malls now,
With the best brands lined up wonderfully inside!
And copies of the same brand are available,
At throw away prices at the adjacent roadside!!
To see how the poor and wealthy co-exist,
Imagine when we drive in an air-conditioned car!
It is not at all strange to witness outside,
Beggars and slum dwellers barefoot on burning tar!!
Still if they beg for money or try to sell some toys,
Standing outside in weather as hot as a furnace!
Why do we sitting inside the AC cooled car,
Get red hot angry and treat them like they are from outer space!!
“Ganga jaisi pavitra” has been used many a times in Indian cinema,
As Ganga is worshipped as a symbol of purity!
Yet 2 million daily holy bathes and tons of industrial waste,
Make it one of the most polluted rivers in the country!!
Mumbai is the financial and entertainment capital of India,
Yet it continues to have pathetic infrastructure!
It is one of the most populous cities in the world,
But 60% of them living in slums doesn’t make for a good picture!!
We have our very own moral protectors of the society,
How they suddenly appear on Valentines Day is pure magic!
Isn’t it strange that even after 60 years of independence,
It is OK to Piss in public but not to Kiss in public!!
Once, a young school boy was caught in a fire accident in his school and was retrieved more dead than alive. He had major burns over the lower half of the body. His mother was told that he was sure to die – which was for the best, really – for the terrible fire had devastated the lower half of his body. Even if he were to survive, he would be a cripple throughout his life.
But the brave boy did not want to die nor did he want to be a cripple. Much to be amazement of the doctor he did survive. But unfortunately from his waist down, he had no motor ability. His thin legs just dangled there, all but lifeless. Ultimately he was discharged from the hospital. But his determination to walk was undiminished. At home, when he was not in bed, he was confined to the wheel chair. One day, he threw himself from the chair and pulled himself across the grass, dragging his legs behind him. He reached the picket fence, raised himself up and then stake by stake, he began dragging himself along the fence, resolved that he would walk. He did this everyday, with faith in himself that he would be able to walk unaided. With his iron persistence, and his resolute determination, he did develop the ability to stand up, then to walk haltingly, then to walk by himself and then to run.
He began to walk to school, then to run to school, to run for the sheer joy of running. Later in college he made the track team.
In February 1934, in New York City's famed Madison Square Garden, this young man who was not expected to survive, who would surely never walk, who could never hope to run – this determined young man, Dr. Glenn Cunningham, ran the world’s fastest mile.
An epitome of the power of positive thinking and faith in one's self, Glenn Cunningham continues to be an inspiration for many, and his story, a brilliant testimony to how one can bounce back even when all odds are stacked against one, to the extent that death seemed the preferable option.