Thursday, July 28, 2005

Be patient

A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide.

Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or u wish to take revenge. Think first before u lose your patience with someone u love. Trucks can be repaired.. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognise the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.
People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever . . .

Love and Time

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. Oneday it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so allconstructed boats and left. Except for Love.Love was the only one who stayed.

Love wanted to hold out until the lastpossible moment.When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can youtake me with you?"Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in myboat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel."Vanity, please help me!""I can't help you, Love. You are a! ll wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you." "Oh . . .Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not evenhear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder.So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they weregoing. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way.

Realizing how much was owed the elder,Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?""It was Time," Knowledge answered."Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."

Thursday, July 21, 2005

The blue of heaven is larger than the clouds

A man and his girlfriend were married. It was a large celebration. All oftheir friends and family came to see the lovely ceremony and to partake ofthe festivities and celebrations. A wonderful time was had by all. The bride was gorgeous in her white wedding gown and the groom was verydashing in his black tuxedo. Everyone could tell that the love they had for each other was true.
A few months later, the wife comes to the husband with a proposal: "I readin a magazine, a while ago, about how we can strengthen our marriage." sheoffered. "Each of us will write a list of the things that we find a bit annoyingwith the other person. Then, we can talk about how we can fix themtogether and make our lives happier together." The husband agreed. So each of them went to a separate room in the houseand thought of the things that annoyed them about the other. They thoughtabout this question for the rest of the day and wrote down what they cameup with. The next morning, at the breakfast table, they decided that they would goover their lists.. "I'll start," offered the wife. She took out her list. It had many itemson it. Enough to fill 3 pages, in fact.
As she started reading the list ofthe little annoyances, she noticed that tears were starting to appear inher husband's eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing" the husband replied, "keeps reading your list.."
The wife continued to read until she had read all three pages to herhusband.
She neatly placed her list on the table and folded her handsover top of it.
"Now, you read your list and then we'll talk about the things on both ofour lists." She said happily.
Quietly the husband stated, "I don't have anything on my list. I thinkthat you are perfect the way that you are. I don't want you to changeanything for me. You are lovely and wonderful and I wouldn't want to tryand change anything about you."
The wife, touched by his honesty and the depth of his love for her and hisacceptance of her, turned her head and wept.
IN LIFE, there are enough times when we are disappointed, depressed andannoyed. We don't really have to go looking for them. We have a wonderfulworld that is full of beauty, light and promise. Why waste time in thisworld looking for the bad, disappointing or annoying when we can lookaround us, and see the wondrous things before us..?
I believe that WE ARE HAPPIEST WHEN we see and praise the good and try ourbest to forget the bad. Nobody's perfect but we can find perfectness inthem to change the way we see them. - We are not trying to condone what is bad. Correction does much, butencouragement does more."The blue of heaven is larger than the clouds .."

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

A Nice Story

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now ransformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked.

"I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" answered I.

He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said : " I will give you your answer tomorrow...." My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes.... My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face... Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "
My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...

Monday, July 18, 2005

Copy & Paste

Not too long ago, a large seminar was held for ministers and reverends in training. Among the facilitators were many well-known motivational speakers. One such speaker boldly approached the pulpit and, gathering the entire crowd's attention, said, "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my wife!" The crowd was shocked! He followed up by saying, "That woman was my mother!" The crowd burst into laughter and he gave his speech, which was well received.

About a week later, one of the ministers who had attended the seminar decided to use that joke in his sermon. As he shyly approached the pulpit one sunny Sunday, he tried to rehearse the joke in his head. It was a bit foggy to him. Getting to the microphone he said loudly, "The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who was not my wife!"
His congregation sat shocked, murmuring. After standing there for almost 10 seconds trying to recall the second half of the joke, the pastor finally blurted out "...and I can't remember who she was!"
Moral of the story: Don't copy if you can't paste.

The fairy

A married couple in their early 60s were out celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant. Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table and said, "For being such an exemplary married couple and for being faithful to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish." "Ooh, I want to travel around the worldwith my darling husband" said the wife The fairy moved her magic stick and ~ abracadabra! ~ two tickets for the new QueenMary2 luxury liner appeared in her hands. Now it was the husbands turn. He thought for a moment and said: "Well this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this only occurs once in a lifetime,so, I'm sorry my love, but my wish s to go on this trip with a woman who is 30 years younger than me". The wife, and the fairy, were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish...So the fairy made a circle with her magic stick abracadabra! the husband became 92 years old.

How to Lead a Meaningful Life by Dalai Lama

Though a lengthy one, worth reading it ...

There are two ways to create happiness. The first is external. By obtaining better shelter, better clothes, and better friends, we can find a certain measure of happiness and satisfaction.The second is through mental development, which yields inner happiness. However, these two approaches are not equally viable. External happiness cannot last long without its counterpart. If something is missing in your heart--then despite the most luxurious surroundings, you cannot be happy. However, if you have peace of mind, you can find happiness even under the most difficult circumstances.

[There are] valuable techniques from the Tibetan traditions which, if implemented in daily practice, lead to mental peace. As you calm your mind and heart, your agitation and worry will naturally subside, and you will enjoy more happiness. Your relationships with others will reflect these changes. And as a better human being, you will be a better citizen of your country, and ultimately a better citizen of the world.
We are all born helpless. Without a parent's kindness we couldnot survive, much less prosper. When children grow up in constant fear, with no one to rely on, they suffer their whole lives. Because the minds of small children are very delicate, their need for kindness is particularly obvious.
Adult human beings need kindness too. If someone greets me with a nice smile, and expresses a genuinely friendly attitude, I appreciate it very much. Though I might not know that person or understand their language, they instantly gladden my heart. On the other hand, if kindness is lacking, even in someone from my own culture whom I have known for many years, I feel it. Kindness and love, a real sense of brotherhood and sisterhood, these are very precious. They make community possible and thus are crucial to society.
Each of us has a valid sense of self, of "I." We also share fundamental goals. We want happiness and do not want suffering. Animals and insects also want happiness and do not want suffering, but they have no special ability to achieve deeper happiness or overcome suffering. As human beings, endowed with this power of thought, we have this potential, and we must use it.
On every level--as individuals, and as members of a family, a community, a nation and a planet--the most mischievous troublemakers we face are anger and egoism. The kind of egoism I refer to here is not just a sense of I, but an exaggerated self-centeredness. No one claims to feel happy while being angry. As long as anger dominates our disposition, there is no possibility of lasting happiness. In order to achieve peace, tranquility, and real friendship, we must minimize anger and cultivate kindness and a warm heart.
Developing a warm heart ourselves can also transform others. As we become nicer human beings, our neighbors, friends, parents, spouses, and children experience less anger. They will become warm-hearted, compassionate, and harmonious. The very atmosphere becomes happier, which promotes good health, perhaps even a longer life.
The central method for achieving a happier life is to train your mind in a daily practice that weakens negative attitudes and strengthens positive ones. The big question is whether or not we can practice kindness and peace. Many of our problems stem from attitudes like putting ourselves first at all costs. I know from my own experience that it is possible to change these attitudes and improve the human mind.
Though it is colorless, shapeless, and sometimes weak, the human mind can become stronger than steel. To train the mind, you must exercise the patience and determination it takes to shape the steel. If you practice improving your mind with a strong will and forbearance by trying, no matter how many difficulties you may encounter at the beginning, then you will succeed. With patience, practice, and time, change will come.
Do not give up. If you are pessimistic from the beginning, you cannot possibly succeed. If you are hopeful and determined, you will always find some measure of success. Winning the gold medal does not matter. You have tried your best.
The harmony and friendship that we need in our families, nations, and the world can be achieved only through compassion and kindness. By helping one another, with concern and respect, we can solve many problems easily. Harmony cannot thrive in a climate of mistrust, cheating, bullying, and mean-spirited competition. Success through intimidation and violence is temporary at best; its trifling gains only create new problems. This is why just a couple of decades after the First World War, the Second World War was fought, and millions more people were killed. If we examine our long history of hatred and anger, we see the obvious need to find a better way. We can only solve our problems through truly peaceful means--not just peaceful words but a peaceful mind and heart.
Is this possible? Fighting, cheating, and bullying have trapped us in our present situation; now we need training in new practices to find a way out. It may seem impractical and idealistic, but we have no alternative to compassion, recognizing human value and the oneness of humanity: This is the only way to achieve lasting happiness.
I travel from country to country with this sense of oneness. I have trained my mind for decades, so when I meet people from different cultures there are no barriers. I am convinced that despite different cultures and different political and economic systems, we are all basically the same. The more people I meet, the stronger my conviction becomes that the oneness of humanity, founded on understanding and respect, is a realistic and viable basis for our conduct.
Wherever I go, this is what I speak about. I believe that the practice of compassion and love--a genuine sense of brotherhood and sisterhood--is the universal religion. It does not matter whether you are Buddhist or Christian, Moslem or Hindu, or whether you practice a religion at all. What matters is your feeling of oneness with humankind.

Do you agree? Do you think it is nonsense? I am not a God King, as some call me. I am just a Buddhist monk. What I am saying comes from my own practice, which is limited. But I do try to implement these ideas in my daily life, especially when I face problems. Of course, I fail sometimes. Sometimes I get irritated. Occasionally I use a harsh word, but when I do, immediately I feel "Oh, this is wrong." I feel this because I have internalized the practices of wisdom and compassion.

I call compassion the global staple. Human beings want happiness and do not want suffering. Mental peace is a basic need for all humankind. For politicians, engineers, scientists, homemakers, doctors, teachers, lawyers--for all people in every endeavor--a healthy, compassionate motivation is the foundation of spiritual growth.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

The Turtles

A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. Turtles,being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place for their outing. During the second year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last! For about six months they cleaned up the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed. After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell. He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned. The family consented and the little turtle left. Three years passed and the little turtle had not returned. Five years... six years... then on the seventh year of his absence, the oldest turtle could no longer contain his hunger. He announced that he was going to eat and begun to unwrap a sandwich. At that point the little turtle suddenly popped out from behind a tree shouting, "SEE! I knew you wouldn't wait. Now I am not going to go get the salt."

Moral of the Story:
Some of us waste our time waiting for people to live up to our expectations. We are so concerned about what others are doing that we don't do anything ourselves.

The Frogs

A farmer came into town and asked the owner of a restaurant if he could use a million frog legs. The restaurant owner was shocked and asked the man where he could get so many frog legs! The farmer replied, "There is a pond near my house that is full of frogs---millions of them. They all croak all night long and they are about to make me crazy!" So the restaurant owner and the farmer made an agreement that the farmer would deliver frogs to the restaurant, five hundred at a time for thenext several weeks. The first week, the farmer returned to the restaurant looking rather sheepish,with two scrawny little frogs. The restaurant owner said, "Well... where are all the frogs?" The farmer said, "I was mistaken. There were only these two frogs in the pond. But they sure were making a lot of noise!"

Moral of the story :

Next time you hear somebody criticizing or making fun of you, remember,it's probably just a couple of noisy frogs. Also remember that problems always seem bigger in the dark. Have you ever laid in your bed at night worrying about things which seem almost overwhelming like a million frogs croaking? Chances are pretty good that when the morning comes, and you take a closer look, you'll wonder what all the fuss was about.

Friday, July 08, 2005

Why me ?

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of positive for HIV. Doctors told him he most certainly contracted the virus by getting an infected blood transfusion in during his heart operation. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease "?

To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over 5 crore children start playing tennis, 50 lakh learn to play tennis, 5 lakh learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD " Why me? ". And today in pain I should not be asking GOD " Why me?"

Most Cutest Date

Grandpa and Grandma always got very excited when they recalled the old days they were together.They made a decision, one day to make it "yesterday once more".

They made a date on the river bank they used to go when they were young.The next day, Grandpa got up at 6 a.m. in the morning, dashed to the bank, picked up a big bunch of wild flowers before sunrise, waited there for his sweetheart to come.

But Grandpa ended up being disappointed, as Grandma never showed up even after sunset. Grandpa went home in such an anger. He opened the door and saw Grandma lying on the sofa with her pillow.
He threw the flowers on the floor and questioned: "Why didn't you come to our date?!!"

Grandma hid her head in the pillow and replied shyly: "Mom didn't allow me to go..."

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

The Girl

Amit wakes up with a start. ” Shit, what a bad dream, he thinks.“ He dreamt he was falling in an abyss. He was trying to scream but the scream would not escape his throat. These dreams had become increasingly common since he had lost his job. Bad times for the economy meant that his job had been axed with lots of others.

He goes into the kitchen and brews himself a strong cup of coffee. Coffee in hand he goes into the balcony. “What a life” he thinks,”3 am and I am drinking coffee”

He gazes mindlessly into the darkness of Mumbai. He loved the city, it had treated him nicely and at times shabbily, but overall it had treated him well.

It is then that he notices a light in the apartment exactly opposite to his balcony, separated by a hundred feet of open space.” Another tortured soul like me “he thinks.

The faint strains of a ghazal fall on his ears. Then suddenly as if he has been noticed the light goes out and ghazal stops.

Its morning and Amit gets ready for another day of interviews. He is quite tired of it but a tenacious guy that he is, he keeps at it.

Its evening, he is back with another round of “We will let you know” statements.

His parents have been pestering him to go for an MBA degree. He has applied for CAT and a host of other exams.

“I really should study” he thinks and follows up on the decision.

Its 2 am and he has been studying for the last four hours. Bored out of his skull , he brews himself a cup of coffee and goes into the balcony. He has this strange feeling that he is being watched. He glances at the opposite balcony and the lights there go out almost as if the person there has guessed that he has noticed it.

Another routine day and he is again bored of studying. But now he is prepared, he has his binoculars handy. At 1 am he sets up position. Himself in darkness he observes the opposite apartment.

That is when he sees her. She raises her head from her books and his heart skips a bit. She is so beautiful, he cannot even begin to comprehend it. He observes her for a while.
Next thing he knows, sunlight is streaming into his room.

“Shit, I’m late” he thinks and rushes to the bathroom.

Another day and Amit is back at his studies. He kind of given up on a job but he is really is into this MBA thing.
Interestingly, he is getting into some kind of competition with this girl. She is studying, he knows she is studying, she knows he is studying and she knows that he knows that she is studying. But for the life of him, he does not know what she is studying.

And his heart still skips a beat every time he sees her, and that is happening almost everyday. The good news is that his night mares have stopped. The competition usually ends with him falling asleep on his table and waking up in broad daylight.

This goes on for two months. He is now really studying hard, whether to secure his future or to impress the girl he does not know. Anyway he is enjoying it a lot.

Its 3 weeks to the CAT and one morning the lights in her apartment do not come on. He is worried, he cannot concentrate and messes up the mock test he is taking. “Maybe she is ill or something “he tells himself. But the lights do not come on again and he does not see her again.

“I need to see her again”, he thinks “Just once before the CAT , just for good luck”, but it is not to be.

It is D –day, he goes to the centre, somehow goes through the test. He does not know how he has done and does not really care.

It is back to the same grind and same old routine for him. The nightmares have started again and he has kind of given up on life.

It has been 2 months since the exams. He is pining for the girl he never knew. He knows it is stupid but cannot help it. He is back in his apartment. That is when he sees the white envelope.” Not another job interview” he thinks. But no it is an interview call from Department of Management Studies, IIT Delhi.

“At last “he thinks “some recognition for my efforts” and goes back to studying.

Two months late he has secured a position in DMS IIT Delhi. He bids good bye to Mumbai ,the city that had given him so much and had made him weep so much.

First day in college is kind of boring. He still remembers her but the memory is kind of fading.” I can live without her “he tells himself and decides to bury the past baggage. The Dean’s address over he hangs out with some new friends.

Second day in college , first class of finance , he is apprehensive .Being an engineer , finance never was his thing.

Next thing he knows, his heart has skipped a beat .He thinks he is dreaming, but no, a girl, the same girl has entered the class. She is heading straight for him.

Sitting next to him she asks in a really calm voice “So, what took you so long?”

He smiles, she smiles, a really pretty smile, with a crooked tooth and all.

That is when he knows everything is going to be all right