True story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake...

Mother’s Sacrifice...

This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the Japan Earthquake.
After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, 'n her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back 'n her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold 'n stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.

He 'n the rest of the team left this house 'n were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down 'n used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “

The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.

The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!!

Don't forget to click the share button.. !

A Touching Story from a Father...

A Touching Story from a Father...

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here 'n make your darling daughter eat her food?'

I tossed the paper away 'n rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother 'n my wife are orthodox, 'n believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat, 'n picked up the bowl.

'Sindu, darling,why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear.

Sindu softened a bit, 'n wiped her tears with the back of her hands.

'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this.

But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'....

Oh sure, darling'.... 'Promise?'......... 'Promise'.

I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, 'n clinched the deal.

'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted.

My wife put her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise'. Now I became a bit anxious.

'Sindu dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'.

Slowly 'n painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.

I was silently angry with my wife 'n my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.

'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' my mother rasped.

'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?'

I tried to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'.

Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.

Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, 'n its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots.
'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother 'n wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own.

Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, 'n her eyes looked big 'n beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around 'n waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, 'n shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.
'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought. 'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, 'n continued,' That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... ... leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs.

Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates.

'Sinduja visited him last week, 'n promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you 'n your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'

I stood transfixed. 'n then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!'

*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love..*
Love Touch 'n Inspire your FRIENDS "The life is short, the vanities of world are transient but they alone live who live for others; the rest are more dead than alive

Why Did You Do It?

Why Did You Do It?

Mukund and Chenthil were very good friends from childhood. They grew up together in a village near Tiruchirappalli. They came together to Chennai for higher studies. After post-graduation, both of them got jobs in Mumbai through campus recruitment. They settled in Mumbai.

Though they were close fiends, there were many differences between them. Mukund would not mind about telling lies. Chenthil would not utter a lie, even as a matter of joke.

Mukund was playful, outgoing and would spend too much. Chenthil was somewhat reserved, reticent and thrifty. Mukund would mingle with crowd, form superficial relationships and would not mind occasionally offending others. Chenthil was very slow but steady in forming friendships; would never offend others' feelings; and, if he ever unknowingly caused any inconvenience to others, he would go to them and profusely apologize.

Sometimes, because of such basic differences, arguments would arise between them. Mukund would usually make fun of Chenthil's behavior and cut jokes. Chenthil would try to prove Mukund wrong but mostly realizing its futility would give up and change the subject. Maybe, they were attracted because of such differences; their friendship was always stable. Most of the times, both of them were moderators for each other. In the company of Mukund, Chenthil used to become relatively more fun loving; Likewise, Chenthil's company would make Mukund somewhat temperate.

Both the friends used to go out on excursions on holidays. On a Friday evening, they decided to go to Pune and come back on Monday morning. There is a good express highway connecting both the cities. If one starts from Pune early in the morning, he can attend office in Bombay. They reached Pune on Friday night and stayed in a decent lodge. They had a nice time in Pune visiting some of the places of interest on Saturday and Sunday morning.

Sunday morning Mukund came up with a new idea. He said that they might leave after eating and go to Lonavala, a tourist spot on the way to Mumbai; they could leave early in the morning from Lonavala for Mumbai. Chenthil was initially against it. He did not believe in unplanned trips. He said, "After all we can visit Lonavala next week straight from Mumbai. There are many places to visit there and it may take time. Moreover we may find it difficult to find a decent place to stay for the night.” A Mukund said, "These things are not problems at all. Are we girls to be afraid of such things? We may have a nice time there and somehow reach Mumbai in time." Chenthil did not argue much and agreed to the change in program.

They reached Lonavala. The place was charming with salubrious climate. With the waterfalls, hillocks, greenery and so on, the place was immensely pleasant. They visited the Bhushi Dam and Sakhar Pathar, and Nagphani.

Nagphani is known also as Dukes Nose. The friends had to walk a long distance. First, they went to Khandala. It is a beautiful valley. The river Ulhas made the whole scene enchanting. The friends spent about three hours there, even without realizing the passage of time. From there they walked to Khopoli Water Electricity Center and then to Nagphani. Here a rock is penetrated oddly into the hill. Hence, it has the name Dukes Nose.

Several miles of walk had made the friends very tired. In every place, Mukund had overstayed and now they had to walk a long distance. Darkness set in earlier than they expected. The place, which seemed so charming a few minutes back, suddenly became lonely and threatening. It was then they realized that they were not sure of the route also. They started walking fast, hoping that they were on the right path. Under these circumstances, the time simply flies. When they noticed that the time was already 9 p.m. and that they were not even sure of the correct route to Lonavala, they became nervous.

No human being was at sight. To their consternation, they realized that there was no cottage or house nearby. There was no vehicle movement at sight. It became clear to them they had got into much trouble. They thought that they had walked in the wrong direction for long. The sounds of nocturnal animals were on the rise. On all directions, they were able to see vaguely, only thorny bushes and giant-sized rocks and trees. The path they were following became more and more invisible. Groping in darkness, catching hold of each other's hand, Mukund and Chenthil were moving aimlessly, without having any other alternative.

They had no idea how long they were walking. In the darkness, they could not even consult their watches. Anytime, any animal might pounce upon them and tear them to pieces. Mukund felt sorry for not having listened to the advice of his friend. Chenthil, as was his wont, started uttering prayers. Mukund, who would have made fun of him under normal circumstances, was walking silently.

Suddenly they could see a dim light at about a mile. It looked like a street light. The friends mustered all their strength and started walking in the direction of the light.

Soon they had reached the place. It looked like a deserted palace. But the garden around it was well-maintained. The friends thought that in such a big house, there should be a number of persons. Though the house was somewhat isolated, they could also see smaller houses nearby. The villagers ought to have gone to sleep in the early hours of night. The area was completely dark except the dim electric light they saw in the portal of the house.

They were afraid of the dogs. Hesitatingly they neared the front gate of the house and called, "Sir, Sir". There was no reply. They could not say whether there was anybody inside the house. The dim light that attracted them some time back, now failed to encourage them. In the depressing darkness around, this single light seemed to enhance the effect of the darkness, rather than dispelling it.

Chenthil seemed to be more in control. Slowly, he opened the front gate and walked to the inner gate. Forgetting they were in a different state, he called in Tamil, 'Ayya, ayya'. His shaky voice was strange to himself. But, an inner door opened. Another light inside the house came to life. The friends heaved a sigh of relief. Both of them became dumbfounded at what they saw.

There was a beautiful woman. A fair complexioned woman, a picture of culture, maybe in her early thirties or late twenties, with long hair flowing up to her knees, looked at them, without crossing the threshold. The inner gate and a clear thirty feet stood between them. But somehow, the friends felt like having been thunderstruck. Was it her beauty? Or the other worldliness of the surroundings? There was an unmistakable sadness in her wide eyes. Dressed in white linen, she stood there more like a marble statue. The dim but direct light that was reflecting on her face, made it appear that there was nothing else but her melancholic face.

For about two minutes that seemed like an age for them, silence prevailed. It appeared she had no intention of talking.

It was Chenthil, who recovered first and spoke. "Madam, we are from Mumbai. We came here for sight seeing. Having lost our way, we are here at this hour for finding a shelter till morning. At morning, we have to rush to Mumbai."

Lady: Do you see the footpath, visible just outside the gate to your left? If you take it, within a mile, you could reach a country road. From there if you turn right and walk five miles, you would join the main road. Within a furlong in the right, there is a bus stop. You can catch a bus or lorry going towards Mumbai.

The friends had actually lost half of what she said in the melody of her voice. It appeared as though the powerful sweet sound waves lifted them up and kept them floating in the mid-space. Again, it was Chenthil who recovered fast enough.

Chenthil: Madam, we are not familiar with this area. We are very tired and could not walk at all. If you allow us to stay here, we would be gone early in the morning, following the route shown by you. Please.

Lady: I understand your position. But I am alone here in this house. I have become a widow recently. If I allow you to stay here in the night hours, there sure will be a scandal against me. You please understand my position and go away.

All along Mukund was keeping silent. The happenings seemed to have enervated him completely. But after seeing the woman, who appeared like a divine being to him, he had become normal but the obvious gloom in her face stirred inexplicable emotions in his mind. He wanted to say something but could not. He had a peculiar desire to kiss her just below her black eyes. He desired to embrace her and drive away all her despondency. He felt as though the woman's eyes were piercing his outer being and ransacking his mind. He also heard Chenthil pleading with hope.

Chenthil: Madam, I am very sorry to hear about your position. Please also understand the precarious condition we are in. If you allow us, just to lie down for sometime, in the veranda, we would go out without bothering you, very early in the morning. We have not eaten anything and it seems to us impossible to walk further without some rest.

It was clear that the woman felt sorry for the youngsters. She thought for a few seconds and then nodded her head.

Lady: Okay, I cannot drive you out in the pitch darkness at this hour. You may sleep in the veranda. I shall also give you some fruits and milk. Kindly go as early as possible in the morning. New Moon is just six days ahead and so you will have moonlight from 2 O'clock in the morning."

Silently she brought a plate with four good-sized plantain fruits, a packet of chikki (coconut-candy for which Lonavala is famous) and two cups of warm milk. She also gave two mats with pillows. When they lay down, she went inside and the inner light went off.

For the friends, it was all a miracle. Just an hour back, they did not think that they could lie down safely somewhere. They thanked God and lay on the mats. Chenthil tried to recollect what the lady said about the path to the main road. He made a mental commitment to get up by 3 a.m. in the morning and to leave the place, before the villagers would get up. He told himself that they should not become a source of embarrassment to the kind lady of the house and went to sleep.

Early in the morning, it was Chenthil, who got up first. He woke up Mukund. Sound sleep for a few hours had done immense good to their body and mind. As the woman had told, there was moonlight, somewhat brightening the land. They got up, mentally conveyed thanks to their host, and started walking briskly taking the footpath mentioned by the woman.

A few months passed by.

It was a Sunday. Mukund had not yet gotten up as usual. Chenthil had finished his coffee and was going through the newspaper. A jeep came to a screeching halt in front of their house. It was a police jeep. A lawyer and another, who must be a police Inspector, got down from the jeep. Chenthil heard them enquiring the ground floor residents about him. When they informed them that Chenthil was available in the first floor, they came up.

After ascertaining that it was he whom they wanted, they asked him if on a given day a few months back, had he been to the neighborhood of Khandala and stayed there for a night. Chenthil's face became pale. The Inspector asked him if he knew the woman of the house where he stayed during the night.

Chenthil said, "Yes. But I was there only for a few hours and left early in the morning."

Inspector: Yes. We know all that. There is strong evidence for all that. You know, the lady is dead. And this is her lawyer.

They spoke to Chenthil for about five minutes and then gave him some papers.

Inspector: Okay, Chenthil, we are leaving. You cannot deny or refuse anything. She was a kindhearted person but she was in emotional turmoil. You will have to come to Lonavala tomorrow. Whatever has happened, we still hope that you would not try to evade law. Of course, you cannot do it.

Now Mukund had woken up. Understanding that there were visitors, he just sat up in his bed. He just had a glimpse of the police officer leaving. He also saw Chenthil rushing to him.

Chenthil: Mukund, I trusted you as my friend, now tell me the truth. What happened the other day, nay the other night?

Mukund: Which night?

Chenthil: Don't pretend. The other night, when we were foolishly loitering near Lonavala, what did you do?

Mukund: (Clearly Mukund had become nervous.) Why do you ask? I ... I did not do anything. You know, you only woke me up in the morning 'n we came back to Mumbai.

Chenthil: Mukund, for goodness’ sake, please do not test my patience. Did you go to meet her after I went to sleep? Don't bluff.

Mukund: (Now realizing that the secret has come out somehow) Yes, at that late hour, the lady had forgotten to bolt the door beyond the verandah. I had noticed it. So after you went to sleep, I went inside... 'n...

Chenthil: Oh, My God, 'n you gave her my name 'n address. Why? Is it right? 'n, you made her believe that it was I who did it to her? Is it right? How at all it occurred to you to do a thing like this? Is this the kind of friendship we have kept up all these years from our childhood?

Mukund: (Now coming to grips with the situation 'n understanding that something had gone seriously wrong 'n that Chenthil is in the soup in lieu of him) Yes. So what? You say always that you are very intelligent. Do something about it. Leave me alone. I am shifting from this place now itself. That is all between us.

Chenthil: Mukund, Is that you? Are you talking to me like this, after the friendship of all these years? I could not simply believe my ears!

Mukund: Yes, Yes, Yes. It is me 'n now I am ditching you. Do what you can. At least now, know that I am not as dumb as you believe. (Chenthil could not believe his eyes. Mukund was hurriedly packing his things 'n getting ready to leave once for all!)

Chenthil: Mukund, You have opened my eyes. Okay, get lost. Never see me again. But before leaving please know, what has happened in Lonavala.

Mukund: I DON’T CARE (Mukund was actually leaving.)

Chenthil: Okay, But still, let me just inform you,

Do you know what Chenthil informed Mukund?


*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*

The woman, who played host the other night, had died, leaving all her properties worth more than 100 crores, to Chenthil in her will.

The Story Of Sand And Stone...

Story of Sand 'n Stone...

A story tells that two friends were walking through the Desert.

During some point of the journey they had an argument,
'n one friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt,
but without saying anything,
wrote in the sand: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE."

They kept on walking until they found an oasis,
where they decided to take a bath.
The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire 'n started drowning,
But
the friend saved him.

After he recovered from the near drowning,
he wrote on a stone: "TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE."

The friend who had slapped 'n saved his best friend asked him,"After I hurt you,
You wrote in the sand 'n now, you write on a stone, why?"

The other friend replied:
"When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.
But,
When someone does something good for us,
we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."

Learn to Write your Hurts in the Sand 'n To Carve Your Benifits In Stone...

They say it takes a minute to find a special person,
An hour to Appreciate them,
A day to love them,
But
An Entire Life to forget them.

Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget.
If you don't send it to me,

it means you're in a hurry 'n that you've forgotten your friends.
Take the time to live!

Do not value the THINGS you have in your Life.
But Value
WHO you have in your life!

Life's short. If you don't look Around once in a while, you might miss it.. !

Always Give Your Hundred Percent In Any Relationship...

Life is Beautiful...

A boy 'n a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her.

The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.

The boy kept the biggest 'n the most beautiful marble aside 'n gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.

That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral of the story:
If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.

How to explain God (written by an 8 year old)...

How to explain God...

How to Explain God was written by Danny Dutton, age8, from Chula Vista, California, for his third grade homework assignment"Explain God". "One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grown-ups, just babies. I think because they are smaller 'n easier to make. That way He doesn't have to take up His valuable time teaching them to talk 'n walk. He can just leave that to mothers 'n fathers.

"God's second most important job is listening to prayers. An awful lot of this goes on, since some people, like preachers 'n things, pray at times besides bedtime. God doesn't have time to listen to the radio or TV because of this. Because He hears everything, there must be a terrible lot of noise in His ears, unless He has thought of a way to turn it off. "God sees everything 'n hears everything 'n is everywhere which keeps Him pretty busy. So you shouldn't go wasting His time by going over your mom 'n dad's head asking for something they said you couldn't have." Atheists are people who don't believe in God. I don't think there are any in Chula Vista. At least there aren't any who come to our church."

Jesus is God's Son. He used to do all the hard work like walking on water 'n performing miracles 'n trying to teach the people who didn't want to learn about God. They finally got tired of Him preaching to them 'n they crucified Him.

But He was good 'n kind, like His Father 'n He told His Father that they didn't know what they were doing 'n to forgive them 'n God said O.K.

"His Dad (God) appreciated everything that He had done 'n all His hard work on earth so He told Him He didn't have to go out on the road anymore. He could stay in heaven. So He did.

And now He helps His Dad out by listening to prayers 'n seeing things which are important for God to take care of 'n which ones He can take care of Himself without having to bother God. Like a secretary, only more important.

"You can pray anytime you want 'n they are sure to help you because they got it worked out so one of them is on duty all the time.

"You should always go to Church on Sunday because it makes God happy, 'n if there's anybody you want to make happy, it's God.

Don't skip church to do something you think will be more fun like going to the beach. This is wrong. 'n besides the sun doesn't come out at the beach until noon anyway.

"If you don't believe in God, besides being an atheist, you will be very lonely, because your parents can't go everywhere with you, like to camp, but God can. It is good to know He's around you when you're scared in the dark or when you can't swim 'n you get thrown into real deep water by big kids."

But you shouldn't just always think of what God can do for you. I figure God put me here 'n He can take me back anytime He pleases.'n that's why I believe in God.

The Perfect Boss...

The Perfect Boss...

There were about 70 scientists working on a very hectic project.
All of them were really frustrated due to the pressure of work and the demands of their boss but everyone was loyal to him and did not think of quitting the job.

One day, one scientist came to his boss and told him - Sir, I have promised to my children that I will take them to the exhibition going on in our township. So I want to leave the office at 5 30 pm.

His boss replied "OK, You're permitted to leave the office early today" The Scientist started working.He continued his work after lunch. As usual he got involved to such an extent that he looked at his watch when he felt

he was close to completion.The time was 8.30 PM. Suddenly he remembered of  the promise he had given to his children. He looked for his boss, He  was not there. Having told him in the morning itself, he closed everything and left for home. Deep within himself, he was feeling guilty for having
disappointed his children.He reached home.

Children were not there. His wife alone was sitting in the hall and reading magazines.The situation was explosive, any talk would boomerang on him.
His wife asked him "Would you like to have coffee or shall I straight away serve dinner if you are hungry.

The man replied "If you would like to have coffee, i too will have but what about Children ??"

Wife replied "You don't know ?? Your manager came here at 5.15 PM and has taken the children to the exhibition "


What had really happened was...

The boss who granted him permission was observing him working seriously at 5.00 PM.
He thought to himself, this person will not leave the work, but if he has promised his children they should enjoy the visit to exhibition.So he took the lead in taking them to exhibition...The boss does not have to do it every time.
But once it is done, loyalty is established.That is why all the scientists at Thumba continued to work under their boss even though the stress was tremendous.

By the way, can you hazard a guess as to who the

boss was..?


He was none other than
Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, Former-President of India . .

GOD Exists...

GOD Exists...

This is one of the best explanations of why GOD allows pain 'n suffering that I have seen.....

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut 'n his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things 'n various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of GOD, the barber said: "I don't belive that GOD exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realise that GOD doesn't exist. Tell me, if GOD exists, would there be so many sick people? would there be abandoned children?


If GOD existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving GOD who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an arguemant.

The barber finished his job 'n the customer left the shop.

Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair 'n an untrimmed beard. He looked 'n unkempt. The customer turned back 'n entered the barbershop again 'n he said to the barber:

"You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.

"I am here, 'n I am a barber. 'n I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair 'n untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me.


"Exactly!- affirmed the customer. "That's the point! GOD, too exist! What happens, is, people don't go to him 'n do not look for him. That's why there is so much pain 'n suffering in the world.

Live Humbly - A Worth Reading Conversation between a IT guy and...

Live Humbly...

Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager 'n still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought; he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do!!

He opened his case 'n took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use. "Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop. Vivek glanced briefly 'n mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care 'n importance as if it were an expensive car.

"You people have brought so much advancement to the country, Sir. Today everything is getting computerized. "

"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look. He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young 'n well built like a sportsman. He looked simple 'n strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school.

He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free travelling pass. "You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office 'n write something on a computer 'n it does so many big things outside."

Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naiveness demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement -"It is complex, very complex". "It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.

This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence crept into his so far affable, persuasive tone. “Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in. Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office, does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind 'n believe me it is no less taxing." He could see, he had the man where he wanted, 'n it was time to drive home the point.

"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrently; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand the complexity in designing 'n coding such a system?"

The man was awe stuck; quite like a child at a planetarium. This was something big 'n beyond his imagination. "You design 'n code such things." "I used to", Vivek paused for effect, "but now I am the Project Manager”. "Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."

This was like the last straw for Vivek. He retorted, "Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design 'n coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it 'n believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time 'n with the highest quality. To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer at one end, always changing his requirements, the user at the other, wanting something else, 'n your boss, always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."

Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. 'n one need not get angry while defending the truth. "My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the Line of Fire".

The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek. "I know sir, I know what it is to be in the Line of Fire." He was staring blankly, as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.

"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from 'n for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."

"You are a...?"

"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term 'n can opt for a soft assignment. But, tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go 'n fetch that soldier to safety. But my captain sahib refused me permission 'n went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety 'n welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety 'n welfare of the men he commanded... ....his own personal safety came last, always 'n every time."

"He was killed as he shielded 'n brought that injured soldier into the bunker. Every morning thereafter, as we stood guard, I could see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir....I know, what it is to be in the Line of Fire."

Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of how to respond. Abruptly, he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a Word document in the presence of a man for whom valour 'n duty was a daily part of life; valour 'n sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.

The train slowed down as it pulled into the station, 'n Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.

"It was nice meeting you sir."

Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand... had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, 'n hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly, as if by impulse, he stood up at attention 'n his right hand went up in an impromptu salute.

It was the least he felt he could do for the country.

PS: The incident he narrated during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this 'n various other acts of bravery, he was awarded the Param Veer Chakra, the nation's highest military award.

Let’s live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn.. !

The Scattered Papers...

scattered-paper

Once upon a time an old man spread rumours that his neighbour was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proven innocent. After been released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him.

In court the old man told the Judge: 'They were just comments, didn't harm anyone..'

The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man:'Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up 'n on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.'

The next day, the judge told the old man: 'Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out 'n gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.'

The old man said: 'I can't do that! The wind spread them 'n I won't know where to find them.'

The judge then replied: 'The same way, simple comments may destroy the honour of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it. If you can't speak well of someone, rather don't say anything.




REFLECTION


A great forest is set on fire by a small spark. Likewise, our tongue also is a fire.

If used for wrong means it can corrupt not only the others but also the person speaking those ill words demeaning others.

A bad tongue sets the whole course of his life on fire, 'n is itself set on fire to be ruined totally.

Whereas the mouth of a righteous man utters only words of wisdom, 'n his tongue speaks only what is just.

Let's all be masters of our mouths, so that we won't be slaves of our words.
Let us keep our tongue from evil and our lips from speaking lies 'n gossips.. !

4 boy friends‏...

Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect...

Once upon a time there was this girl who had four boyfriends.

She loved the 4th boyfriend the most 'n adored him with rich robes 'n treated him to the finest of delicacies. She gave him nothing but the best.


She also loved the 3rd boyfriend very much 'n was always showing him off to neighboring kingdoms. However, she feared that one day he would leave her for another.



She also loved her 2nd boyfriend. He was her confidant 'n was always kind, considerate 'n patient with her. Whenever this girl faced a problem, she could confide in him, 'n he would help her get through the difficult times.

The girls 1st boyfriend was a very loyal partner 'n had made great contributions in maintaining her wealth 'n kingdom. However, she d id not love the first boyfriend. Although he loved her deeply, she hardly took notice of him!

One day, the girl fell ill 'n she knew her time was short. She thought of her luxurious life 'n wondered, I now have four boyfriends with me, but when I die, I'll be all alone.'

Thus, she asked the 4th boyfriend, 'I loved you the most, endowed you with the finest clothing 'n showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me 'n keep me company?'

'No way!', replied the 4th boyfriend, 'n he walked away without another word..

His answer cut like a sharp knife right into her heart.

The sad girl then asked the 3rd boyfriend, 'I loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me 'n keep me company?'


'No!', replied the 3rd boyfriend. 'Life is too good! When you die, I'm going to marry someone else!'


Her heart sank 'n turned cold.

She then asked the 2nd boyfriend, 'I have always
turned to you for help 'n you've always been there for me.

When I die, will you follow me 'n keep me company?'

'I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!', replied the 2nd boyfriend. 'At the very most, I can only walk with you to your grave.'

His answer struck her like a bolt of lightning, 'n the girl was devastated.

Then a voice called out: 'I'll go with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go..'

The girl looked up, 'n there was his first boyfriend. He was very skinny as he suffered from malnutrition 'n neglect.

Greatly grieved, the girl said, 'I should have taken much better care of you when I had the chance!'

In truth, you have 4 boyfriends in your lives:

Your 4th boyfriend is your body. No matter how much time 'n effort you lavish in making it look good, it will leave you when you die.


Your 3rd boyfriend is your possessions, status 'n wealth.When you die, it will all go to others.


Your 2nd boyfriend is your family 'n friends. No matter how much they have been there for you, the furthest they can stay by you is up to the grave.

'n your 1st boyfriend is your Soul. Often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power 'n pleasures of the world.

However, your Soul is the only thing that will follow you where ever you go.Cultivate, strengthen 'n cherish it now, for it is the only part of you that will follow you to the throne of God 'n continue with you throughout Eternity.

Thought for the day:Remember, when the world pushes you to your knees,you're in the perfect position to pray.

Pass this on to someone you care about - I just did.

Being happy doesn't mean everything's perfect. It means you've decided to see beyond the imperfections.. !

Like, +1 'n Share this Story if you Like the same.. !

Beautiful letter written by a father to his son...

Beautiful letter written by a father to his son...

Following is a letter to his son from a renowned HongKong TV broadcaster/ Child Psychologist. The words are actually applicable to all of us, young or old, children or parents.! This applies to daughters too. All parents can use this in their teachings to their children.

Dear son ,

I am writing this to you because of 3 reasons:

1. Life, fortune 'n mishaps are unpredictable; nobody knows how long he lives. Some words are better said early.

2. I am your father, 'n if I don't tell you these, no one else will.

3. What is written is my own personal bitter experiences that perhaps could save you a lot of unnecessary heartaches.

Remember the following as you go through life

1. Do not bear grudge towards those who are not good to you. No one has the responsibility of treating you well, except your mother 'n I. To those who are good to you, you have to treasure it 'n be thankful, 'n ALSO you have to be cautious, because, everyone has a motive for every move. When a person is good to you, it does not mean he really likes you. You have to be careful, don't hastily regard him as a real friend.

2. No one is indispensable, nothing in the world that you must possess. Once you understand this idea, it would be easier for you to go through life when people around you don't want you anymore, or when you lose what/who you love most.

3. Life is short. When you waste your life today, tomorrow you would find that life is leaving you. The earlier you treasure your life, the better you enjoy life.

4. Love is but a transient feeling, 'n this feeling would fade with time 'n with one's mood. If your so called loved one leaves you, be patient, time will wash away your aches 'n sadness. Don't over exaggerate the beauty 'n sweetness of love, 'n don't over exaggerate the sadness of falling out of love.

5. A lot of successful people did not receive a good education, that does not mean that you can be successful by not studying hard! Whatever knowledge you gain is your weapon in life. One can go from rags to riches, but one has to start from some rags!

6. I do not expect you to financially support me when I am old, neither would I financially support your whole life. My responsibility as a supporter ends when you are grown up. After that, you decide whether you want to travel in a public transport or in your limousine, whether rich or poor.

7. You honour your words, but don't expect others to be so. You can be good to people, but don't expect people to be good to you. If you don't understand this, you would end up with unnecessary troubles.

8. I have bought lotteries for umpteen years, but I never strike any prize. That shows if you want to be rich, you have to work hard! There is no free lunch!

9. No matter how much time I have with you, let's treasure the time we have together. We do not know if we would meet again in our next life.


Your Dad
Regards,

A Very Touching Job Interview Story...

A Very Touching Story

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".

The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth 'n perfect.

The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study 'n read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go 'n clean your mother's hands, 'n then see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, 'n there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence 'n his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother 'n son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me what have you done 'n learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered," I cleaned my mother's hand, 'n also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'

The Director asked,"please tell me your feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together 'n helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult 'n tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance 'n value of family relationship.

The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of

others to get things done, 'n a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, 'n received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently 'n as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected 'n habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" 'n would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, 'n when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees 'n would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble 'n be full of hatred 'n fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates 'n bowls together with their brothers 'n sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort 'n experience the difficulty 'n learns the ability to work with others to get things done.


Try to forward this story to as many as possible...this may change somebody's fate... !

Attitude is everything...

There once was a woman who woke up one morning,
looked in the mirror, 'n noticed she had only three hairs on her head.

Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today?"
So she did 'n she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up,
looked in the mirror 'n saw that she had only two hairs on her head.
"H-M-M," she said,"I think I'll part my hair down the middle today?"
So she did 'n she had a grand day.

The next day she woke up,
looked in the mirror 'n noticed that she had only one hair on her head.
"Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail.
"So she did 'n she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up,
looked in the mirror 'n noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.
"YEAH!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"


Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary,
for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply,Speak kindly...
Leave the rest to God.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass.
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
God Bless You All :)

"LIKE" 'n "SHARE" this Story... If you Like the same :))

The Story Of Father and Son...

The Father and son

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son.
Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"
The Son replied "It is a crow".

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"
The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?"
At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff.
"It's a crow, a crow"


A little after,the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, "What is this?"
This time the Son shouted at his Father,"Why do you keep asking me the same question again 'n again, although I have told you so many times 'IT
IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"

A little later the Father went to his room 'n came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born.
On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page.

When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa,When a crow was sitting on the window My Son asked me 23 times what it was, 'n
I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again 'n again for 23 times.
I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".

While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times 'n when
today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated 'n annoyed.

Lesson to learn from This Story:

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble 'n kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.

From today say this aloud,

"I want to see my parents Happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.

They crossed all mountains 'n valleys without seeing the storm 'n heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".

Say a prayer to God, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good 'n kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

Some of the Inspiring Quotes which tell not to give up in life so you can learn something from these Quotes

1) Never expect things to happen..
struggle 'n make them happen.
never expect yourself to be given a good value create a value of your own

2) If a drop of water falls in lake there is no identity.
But if it falls on a leaf of lotus it shine like a pearl.so choose the best place where you would shine..

3) Falling down is not defeat...defeat is when your refuse to get up...

4) Ship is always safe at shore... but is is not built for it

5) When your successful your well wishers know who you are when you are unsuccessful you know who your well wishers are

6) It is great confidence in a friend to tell him your faults; greater to tell him/her

7) "To the world you might be one person,
but to one person you just might be the world

8) "Even the word 'IMPOSSIBLE' says 'I M POSSIBLE' "

9) Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference.

May God Bless You All.. !


"LIKE" 'n "SHARE" this Story... If you Like the same :))

Life Throws A Brick At You...

How many times did life throws a brick at you to get your attention. I guess that we are all too easily distracted. TV, commercials, radio 'n advertisement 'n toys – too much of these things have drowned out life’s voice.

A young 'n successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars 'n slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared, instead, a brick smashed into the Jaguar's side door. He slammed on the brakes 'n spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown.

He jumped out of the car, grabbed some kid 'n pushed him up against a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about 'n who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?" Building up a head of steam, he went on. "That's a new car 'n that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"

"Please, mister, please, I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do!" pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop."

Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the parked car. "It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb 'n fell out of his wheelchair 'n I can't lift him up." Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt 'n he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He lifted the young man back into the wheelchair 'n took out his handkerchief 'n wiped the scrapes 'n cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you, sir. 'n God bless you," the grateful child said to him. The man then watched the little boy push his brother to the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long walk back to his Jaguar... a long, slow walk. He never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.

Moral :

Life whispers in your soul 'n speaks to your heart. Sometimes, when you don't have the time to listen... Life throws a brick at your head. It's your choice: Listen to the whispers of your soul or wait for the brick. Do you sometimes ignore loved ones because your life is too fast 'n busy leaving them to wonder whether you really love them?

Please "LIKE" 'n "SHARE" this Story With Your Friend... If you Like the same :)

YOU Still Can…. If You Believe...

Think when you were still a kid
Think when you were a kid,
Everything is possible!

You put a blanket over your back
Then you became Superman
You took your mom’s broom 'n rode on it
Then you became a witch
You climbed up a tree
Not knowing you might fall'n you simply MADE IT!

You just had an idea 'n you made it happened
Because you believe
You were then creative with strong belief

As you became adult
Things seems to be a little different
When you failed in your exam
You think ‘I can never make it!’
When you have a brilliant marriage proposal
Then you think ‘Maybe it’s not the right time!’
When you want to start a business
You think ‘Maybe it’s not as easy’
When you are already in business
You heard someone says ‘Don’t take risk!’
Then when you have a brilliant idea
That can create more jobs for poorer nations,
Can provide a better living for more people,
Can make our nation proud,
Can help the growth of our nation,
'n can create a better world
'n you said ‘I’m not sure!’

You were still creative but with more doubt
Then years later you heard someone had the same idea as yours
What makes him different from you???
His ACTION.
He put his action into reality
He’s the most promising Creative Young Entrepreneur of the Year
His action won him this recognition

Then you stated to think ‘How I wished how I wished I had taken action all those years ago!’
Think when you were still a kid
If that idea came by when you were a kid
Could you have taken action?
Back then you strongly believe…

It’s never too late…..
You just need to have an idea 'n make it happen!

YOU Still Can…. If You Believe

Creativity starts from a belief.. !

A Letter from Mom and Dad...

My child,

When I get old, I hope you understand 'n have patience with me
In case I break the plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eyesight, I hope you don’t yell at me.
Older people are sensitive, always having self pity when you yell.
When my hearing gets worse 'n I can’t hear what you’re saying, I hope you don’t call me ‘Deaf!’
Please repeat what you said or write it down.

I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up.
Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning how to walk.
Please bear with me, when I keep repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me, or get sick of listening to me.

Do you remember when you were little 'n you wanted a ballon? You repeated yourself over 'n over until you get what you wanted.
Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person.Please don’t force me to shower.
My body is weak.
Old people get sick easily when they’re cold. I hope I don’t gross you out.

Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.
I hope you can be patient with me when I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older.
'n if you have spare time, I hope we can talk even for a few minutes.
I’m always all by myself all the time, 'n have no one to talk to.
I know you’re busy with work.
Even if you’re not interested in my stories, please have time for me.

Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.
When the time comes, 'n I get ill 'n bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess.
I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life.
I’m not going to last much longer, anyway.
When the time of my death comes, I hope you hold my hand 'n give me strength to face death.

'n don’t worry..
When I finally meet our creator, I will whisper in his ear to bless you. Because you loved your Mom 'n Dad.
Thank you so much for your care.
We love you. !

Learn to Let Go...

Let me tell you a small story. A man at a restaurant said a hilarious joke 'n everyone present there laughed aloud. After 5 minutes this man cracked the same joke 'n then a few people laughed, 'n he cracked it 4 more times until the point no one laughed at the joke.

This man was very wise, smiled 'n told everyone “If you cannot laugh at the same joke again 'n again,
why do you cry about the same thing again 'n again?".
Every person present there had a smile of enlightenment on their faces.

Everyone knows the fact I have mentioned here, only we forget this in our everyday lives. We must learn to let our past be past, only learn from those mistakes 'n move ahead. Don’t keep grudges, anger, mistakes in your head, learn to let go. It is truly not worth wasting space in your mind with these meaningless things.
Letting go off the past 'n moving on will only ensure a happier you. !

Mother's Sacrifice.. !

My mom only had one eye.
I hated her…
She was such an Embarrassment..
She cooked for students 'n teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.
I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me?
I ignored her,
threw her a hateful look 'n ran out.
The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE, your mom only has one eye!’

I wanted to bury myself.
I also wanted my mom to just disappear.
I confronted her that day 'n said,
‘If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’

My mom did not Respond…
I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said,
because I was full of anger.
I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house,
'n have nothing to do with her.
So I studied real hard,
got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married.
I bought a house of my own.
I had kids of my own.
I was happy with my life,
my kids 'n the comforts.


Then one day, my Mother came to visit me.
She hadn’t seen me in years
'n she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door,
My children laughed at her,
'n I yelled at her for coming over uninvited.
I screamed at her,
‘How dare you come to my house 'n scare my children!
’GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!’

'n to this,
My mother quietly answered,
‘Oh, I’m so sorry.
I may have gotten the wrong address,’
'n she disappeared out of sight.

One day, A letter regarding a school reunion came to my house.
So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died.
I did not shed a single tear.
They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

‘My dearest son,
I think of you all the time.
I’m sorry that I came to your house 'n scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.
But
I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you.
I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little,
you got into an accident,
'n lost your eye.
As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye.
So I gave you mine.I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.


With All My Love To You,
Your Mother.