tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9244785118719849952023-06-15T12:27:48.821+05:30Smiling PearlsIt's my collection of the mails received over the years or the content/media that I came across during my journey through life. Nearly all of them have a message to convey, and some bring a smile on the face ......and hence "Smiling Pearls". I would also like to acknowledge the credit to the original creators of each article or incident included in my blog.....nearly all of them unknown to me, for the wonderful lessons that I have drawn from them. I cherish them, so I treasure them. So will you.RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.comBlogger367125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-79110595569839458092020-09-05T09:09:00.001+05:302020-09-05T09:09:47.181+05:30One Life, Many Masters<p style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Some Lessons on Teachers' Day</span></b></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(<span style="background-color: white; color: #282829; font-size: 15px;">We celebrate Teachers’ Day to honor our teachers and appreciate their contribution to society. In India, we celebrate Teachers’ Day on 5th September, which is the birthday of Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, the second President of the Country. We do not restrict ourselves with the term teacher only being applicable to those who teach in the school, but to any one who has a valuable life lesson to teach us. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #282829; font-size: 15px;">UNESCO has declared World Teachers’ Day on 5th October.)</span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><b>One Life, Many Masters</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">One of the great Sufi Masters, Junnaid, was dying. His chief disciple came close to him and asked softly, ″Master, you are leaving us. One question has always been in our minds. Who was your Master? This has been a great curiosity among all your disciples because we have never heard you talk about your Master. But we could never gather the courage to ask you."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">Junnaid opened his eyes and said, ″It will be very difficult for me to answer because I have learned from almost everybody. The whole existence has been my Master. I have learned from every event that has happened in my life. And I am grateful to all that has happened, because out of all that learning I have arrived.″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">Junnaid said, ″Just to satisfy your curiosity I will give you three instances...</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">One: </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">I was very thirsty and I was going towards the river carrying my begging bowl, the only possession I had. When I reached the river a dog rushed, jumped into the river, started drinking. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">I watched the dog for a moment and threw away my begging bowl. Because I saw it is useless. A dog could do without it. I also jumped into the river, drank as much water as I wanted. My whole body was cool because I had jumped into the river. I sat in the river for a few moments, thanked the dog, touched his feet with deep reverence because he had taught me a lesson. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">I had dropped everything, all possessions, but there was a certain clinging to my begging bowl. It was a beautiful bowl, very beautifully carved, and I was always aware that somebody might steal it. Even in the night I used to put it under my head as a pillow so nobody could snatch it away. That was my last clinging. The dog helped. It was so clear: if a dog can manage without a begging bowl... I am a man, why can′t I manage? That dog was one of my Masters. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">Two:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">I lost my way in a forest and by the time I reached the nearest village that I could find, it was midnight. Everybody was fast asleep. I wandered all over the town to see if I could find somebody awake to give me shelter for the night, until finally I found one man. I asked him, ′It seems only two persons are awake in the town, you and I. Can you give me shelter for the night?′ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">The man said, ′I can see from your gown that you are a Sufi monk....′″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">The word Sufi comes from suf; suf means wool, a woolen garment. The Sufis have used the woolen garment for centuries; hence they are called Sufis because of their garment. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">The man said, ″I can see you are a Sufi and I feel a little embarrassed to take you to my home. I am perfectly willing, but I must tell you who I am. I am a thief. Would you like to be a guest of a thief?″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">For a moment Junnaid hesitated. The thief said, ″Look, it is better I told you. You seem hesitant. The thief is willing but the mystic seems to be hesitant to enter into the house of a thief, as if the mystic is weaker than the thief. In fact, I should be afraid of you--you may change me, you may transform my whole life! Inviting you means danger, but I am not afraid. You are welcome. Come to my home. Eat, drink, go to sleep, and stay as long as you want, because I live alone and my earning is enough. I can manage for two persons. And it will be really beautiful to chit-chat with you of great things. But you seem to be hesitant.″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">Junnaid became aware that it was true. He asked to be forgiven. He touched the feet of the thief and he said, ″Yes, my rootedness in my own being is yet very weak. You are really a strong man and I would like to come to your home. And I would like to stay a little longer, not only for this night. I want to be stronger myself!″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">The thief said, ″Come on!″ He fed the Sufi, gave him something to drink, helped him to prepare for sleep and he said, ″Now I will go. I have to do my own thing. I will come back early in the morning.″ Early in the morning the thief came back. Junnaid asked, ″Have you been successful?″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">The thief said, ″No, not today, but I will see tomorrow.″</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">And this happened continuously, for thirty days: every night the thief went out, and every morning he came back empty-handed. But he was never sad, never frustrated--no sign of failure on his face, always happy --and he would say, ″It doesn′t matter. I tried my best. I could not find anything today again, but tomorrow I will try. And, God willing, it can happen tomorrow if it has not happened today.″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">After one month Junnaid left, and for years he tried to realize the ultimate, and it was always a failure. But each time he decided to drop the whole project he remembered the thief, his smiling face and his saying ″God willing, what has not happened today may happen tomorrow.″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">Junnaid said, ″I remembered the thief as one of my greatest Masters. Without him I would not be what I am. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">Three:</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">I entered a small village. A little boy was carrying a lit candle, obviously going to the small temple of the town to put the candle there for the night.″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">And Junnaid asked, ″Can you tell me from where the light comes? You have lighted the candle yourself so you must have seen. What is the source of light?″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">The boy laughed and he said, ″Wait!″ And he blew out the candle in front of Junnaid. And he said, ″You have seen the light go. Can you tell me where it has gone? If you can tell me where it has gone I will tell you from where it has come, because it has gone to the same place. It has returned to the source.″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">Junnaid said, ″I had met great philosophers but nobody had made such a beautiful statement: ′It has gone to its very source.′ Everything returns to its source finally. Moreover, the child made me aware of my own ignorance. I was trying to joke with the child, but the joke was on me. He showed me that asking foolish questions--′From where has the light come?′--is not intelligent. It comes from nowhere, from nothingness--and it goes back to nowhere, to nothingness.″ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">Junnaid said, ″I touched the feet of the child. The child was puzzled. He said, ′Why you are touching my feet?′ And I told him, ′You are my Master--you have shown me something. You have given me a great lesson, a great insight.′ </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">″Since that time,″ Junnaid said, ″I have been meditating on nothingness and slowly, slowly I have entered into nothingness. And now the final moment has come when the candle will go out, the light will go out. And I know where I am going--to the same source. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">I remember that child with gratefulness. I can still see him standing before me now, blowing out the candle.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #282829; font-family: verdana; font-size: 15px;">No situation is without a lesson, no situation at all. All situations are with a meaning and intelligence. But we have to discover them. 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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-22159453975706198372017-07-20T19:38:00.001+05:302017-07-20T19:38:48.817+05:30Appearances Can Be Deceptive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Today, I have two stories for you. Both of them are true. Here's the first one:<br /><br />Maxwell Morrison was well and truly screwed. He was standing in a courtroom in Bangkok, waiting for his sentence. The offence was drug trafficking, and if found guilty, the sentence would be life in one of the most horrific prisons in the world. The problem was that Maxwell was innocent. the drugs had been found stashed in a musical instrument he had agreed to carry through the checkpoint for a woman who had appeared to have her hands full with a baby, two young children and a whole lot of hand luggage. Of course, the moment the sniffer dogs singled him out for special attention, the woman and her children evaporated into thin air.<br /><br />He had tried to explain this to the judge in his super-fast-track case, which had so far lasted less than 45 minutes, but the prosecution had countered by pointing out that it would take a very stupid person indeed to be suckered into carrying anything through a security checkpoint for a stranger - especially in this modern post-9/11 world. They had also pointed out that back home in Nottingham, Maxwell was a police officer. A security expert, who could never be as naïve as he was now pretending to be. Maxwell's only counter-argument to that had been, "Appearances can be deceptive". The Judge had given him the strangest look when he said that.<br /><br />No, things were certainly not going well for him in this case. His only witness had been a British passenger who had seemed a bit drunk during her testimony. She admitted she had seen the woman hand the instrument to Maxwell, but added that they appeared to be travelling together. Again, Maxwell's defence was, "Appearances can be deceptive".<br /><br />He remembered with irony the first time he had actually heard the expression "Appearances can be deceptive". It was in the eighties. He was a teenager going through a punk rock phase. He wore nothing but black, had multiple body piercings and was always playing with a scary-looking flip-knife. All the kids in school were afraid of him and steered well clear. One afternoon when he was enjoying some peace and quiet behind the boat shed, listening to Grateful Dead on his walkman, he heard a commotion. Three kids were bullying a foreign student. They were about to throw the little kid into the river, and the poor boy kept crying, "Please! Please, I can't swim!"<br /><br />Maxwell intervened. At first, the three bullies wanted to fight it out, but Maxwell was a good three inches taller than the tallest of them. Plus, he had his knife, and he made them believe he was happy to use it. So they dropped the little foreign boy and went off to find a new victim. Maxwell asked the relieved kid if he was alright. The boy adjusted his glasses, looked at Maxwell for a long moment and said, "Appearances can be deceptive".<br /><br />"Why do you say that?" Maxwell asked.<br /><br />"Well, everybody thinks you're scary. Some kids even said you stabbed a teacher once. You're the last person I'd have expected to come to my aid. But thank you for doing so. I would have drowned if you hadn't. In Thailand where I come from, you owe the person who saves your life an eternal debt which you spend the rest of your life paying back. My name is Tran Pack, and I will never forget what you did for me." With that, he shook Maxwell's hand and ran off.<br /><br />Back in the Bangkok courtroom, Maxwell allowed himself a wry smile as he recalled that childhood episode. Thirty years after he saved a Thai kid's life, he was now a 45-year old policeman, about to spend the rest of his own life in a Thai prison, all because appearances can be deceptive. He snapped out of his reflections as the judge banged his gavel three times. It was time for the verdict.<br /><br />And that's where I'll end the first story. Here's the second story.<br /><br />Judge Tran Pack could not believe his eyes when Maxwell Morrison walked into his courtroom. Thirty two years had not done much to change his appearance, so Tran recognised him at once. He listened patiently for 45 minutes and then banged his gavel three times before giving the verdict. "Mr Morrison, appearances can indeed be deceptive. Not guilty. You're free to go."<br /><br />And that is the end of the second story.<br /><br />My people, I know I don't need to say much more about the lessons from these two stories. As you live your lives, please take every opportunity to do something unforgettable for someone who can't pay you back today. They'll pay you back tomorrow with interest.<br /><br />Kindness is not a debt you pay, but an investment you make.</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-28600040894686170472017-06-24T17:19:00.000+05:302017-06-24T17:19:00.528+05:30Flower Pots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When my husband calmly announced that, after eleven years of marriage, he had filed for a divorce and was moving out, my first thought was for my children.<br /><br />My son was just five, and my daughter, four. Could I held us together and give them a sense of “family”? Could I, as a single parent, maintain our home and teach them the ethics and values I knew they would need in life? All I knew was that I had to try.<br /><br />So every Sunday, we attended church. During the week, I made time to review their homework with them, and we often discussed why it was important to do the right things. This took time and energy when I had little to spare, and worse, it was hard to tell if was really reaching them.<br /><br />One Mother’s Day, two years after the divorce, as we walked into church, I noticed carts of beautiful flowers in little pots on either side of the altar. During the service, the pastor told us that he thought motherhood was one of the toughest jobs in life, and deserved recognition and reward. He then asked every child to come forward to pick out a beautiful flower and present it to their mother as a symbol of how much they were loved and appreciated.<br /><br />My son and daughter, hand in hand, went up the aisle with the other children. Together they considered which plant to bring back to me. We had certainly survived some hard times, and this little bit of appreciation was just what I needed. I looked at the beautiful begonias, the golden marigolds and purple pansies, and started planning where I could plant whichever one they chose for me, for surely they would bring me a beautiful bloom to show their love.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My children took their assignment seriously, and looked over every pot on all the carts. Long after the other children had returned to their seats, and presented the other mothers with a beautiful potted flower, my two were still making their selection. Finally, with a joyful exclamation, they made their selection from the back of one of the carts. With exuberant smiles lighting their faces, they proudly proceeded down the aisle to where I was seated and presented me with the plant they had chosen as their Mother’s Day gift of appreciation.<br /><br />I stared in amazement at the broken, bedraggled, sickly looking stick being held out to me by my son. Mortified, I accepted the pot from him. They had obviously chosen the smallest, sickest plant—it didn’t even have a bloom on it. Looking down at their smiling faces, I saw their pride in this choice, and knowing how long it took them to choose this particular plant, I smiled and accepted their gift.<br /><br />But then I had to ask—out of all those beautiful flowers — what had made them pick this particular plant to give to me?<br /><br />With great pride, my son said, “this one looked like it needed you, Mom,” As tears flowed down my face, I hugged both children close. They had just given me the greatest Mother’s Day gift I could ever have imagined. My hard work and sacrifices had not been in vain—they would grow up just fine.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As we grow older, life experiences cloud our judgment, and circumstances create bias. We have earned our years, and we think that we understand the ways of the world.<br /><br />But when you think you have everything figured out, something will happen to catch you off guard, and surprise you in a profound way.<br /><br />This mother almost had her heart broken. But her beloved children understood that the power of a mother’s love can turn a dying plant into a blossoming seed of life.</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-51326996490781202592017-04-15T12:58:00.001+05:302017-04-15T12:58:40.407+05:30Two Horses And A Bell<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.<br /><br />From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. <br /><br />But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing....<br /><br />Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him. <br /><br />This alone is amazing. If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.<br /><br />Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow. <br /><br />As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray.<br /><br />When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.<br /><br />Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges.<br /><br />He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need.. <br /><br />Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way....<br /><br />Good friends are like that... You may not always see them, but you know they are always there.. <br /><br />Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours, and remember... <br /><br />Be kinder than necessary - everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.<br /><br />Live simply,<br />Love generously,<br />Care deeply,<br />Speak kindly....... <br /><br />FOR WE WALK BY FAITH AND NOT BY SIGHT.</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-50174278830067620662017-04-15T12:34:00.002+05:302017-04-15T12:34:53.919+05:30Better Half<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There’s a bakery shop near to our house. Often, on my way back home in the evening, I buy some stuff for the morning breakfast. Today, as I was about to leave the bakery, I met our neighbour Mr. Ajay who himself was leaving the same shop. After the exchange of some traditional greetings, the conversation went like following.<br /><br />I asked: “What have you bought?”<br /><br />Ajay replied: “Nothing much , just some chicken patties and some sweetmeats for my wife and children”.<br /><br />Jokingly, I enquired, “Why so? Hasn't your wife cooked today?”<br /><br />He said: “No, it’s not like that. Actually today in office we were a little hungry so my colleagues ordered some patties and sweetmeats. Since, I had this at the office I thought to buy some for my family too. It’s not fair that I eat whatever I like at the office while my kids and wife remain bound to eat whatever is cooked at home.”<br /><br />Confounded with great surprise, I stared at him because I never thought this way before.<br /><br />I said: “What’s the big deal, ajay? If you eat food of your own choice at the office, your wife and children would also be having whatever they like to eat at home.”<br /><br />Ajay replied: “Not at all, My wife saves for me from everything there is. Even if someone from neighborhood sends something, my wife first saves some for me and then distributes it among my kids. It would be very selfish if I just enjoy good things with my friends and not with my family.”<br /><br />Amazed upon hearing this I said: “Enjoying? This bakery stuff is what you think is enjoyment?”<br /><br />He said: “Whatever ! I dread the time when on the Day of Resurrection I’ll be questioned about this. That I took someone’s daughter into marriage and had fun with my friends while she ate whatever little was available.”<br /><br />Completely stunned, I couldn’t move my eyes off him while he continued.<br /><br />“Look, when we get married to someone’s sister or daughter, they are human beings as well. Just like us. They too have hunger needs. They have their desires as well. They too wish to taste lots of delicious foods or foods of their choice, to try different kinds of lovely outfits. They also want to move and travel around. Keeping them caged like a bird, providing them meals twice a day and having a sense of smugness for doing all this is selfishness. And the way we treat the daughters of others is the way our own daughters and sisters will be treated because what goes around comes around.”<br /><br />His last words shook me to a great degree. I never thought like this before. Concluding the conversation with Ajay I said, “Great! You have made me think from a different perspective.”<br /><br />I turned back to the shop.<br /><br />Ajay: “Where are you going?”<br /><br />I replied, “To buy some ice-cream…actually I had some ice-cream at the office today.”<br /><br />Ajay and Myself took their respective paths. Ajay was glad to have a positive impact on me. On the other hand, I now, knew how to keep my wife and kids happy and acknowledge all the efforts my wife does for my happiness.<br /><br />Wives are what makes life beautiful!<br /><br />No wonder they are called the better half.</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-39961949588480814632017-04-15T12:30:00.000+05:302017-04-15T12:30:29.624+05:30Your Meal Is Being Prepared<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A certain gentleman walked into a hotel and after perusing through the menu ordered for some food.<br /><br />After about 20 minutes another group of gentlemen walked in and ordered for some food.<br /><br />To his dismay, he noticed them get served first.<br /><br />He watched as they began to eat and laugh heartily. He even overheard one of them brag about how he knew everyone at that hotel and how things moved fast for him here.<br /><br />He felt he was being mocked. He contemplated leaving. But he had waited so long.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Unable to take it anymore, he called the waiter and spoke sadly of how unfair things were.<br /><br />The waiter calmly told him, "Yours is a special order Sir, being prepared by the chief chef himself.<br /><br />Their orders were prepared hurriedly by interns because the top chefs are busy with yours. That's why they came first. Please have some juice as you wait".<br /><br />Unknown to him the owner of the hotel (who happened to be an old long lost friend of his) had seen him coming and wanted to surprise him and had made changes to his simple meal to make it an exotic meal.<br /><br />He calmed down and waited.<br /><br />Shortly after his meal was served by six waiters and he was waited on hand and foot and being made very comfortable.<br /><br />The gentlemen at the other table were shocked. They couldn't stop staring. Suddenly they were the ones murmuring, asking why they didn't get that kind of service and meal.<br /><br />So it is with life!<br /><br />Some people are ahead of you and eating now, laughing at you about how they know people and how they're blessed with money and how they're enjoying life because of it.<br /><br />You have been waiting long wondering why it’s taking so long to get your breakthrough, enduring mockery and humiliation. Maybe you have contemplated the unthinkable, gone through depression or suffered severe mental anxiety.<br /><br />Do not worry!<br /><br />The owner of the world has seen you. And doesn't want to give you simple meals like those laughing at you.<br /><br />You've been waiting for long because yours is a special meal and takes time.<br />And only chief chef makes those!<br /><br /><b>Lesson</b>: Wait for your meal and relax. When it comes, the laughing party will be silenced for good.</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-30972020665403563082017-04-15T12:27:00.000+05:302017-04-15T12:27:21.163+05:30Parents<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A call from the old age home to her only son in the Gulf.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The son says" It is recession here don't ask for any donation or financial help."<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The old age home manager says "Who asked for donation? Your mom has breathed her last a few hours ago..."<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Son: Then I shall come as the landed property is to be dealt with..."<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Manager: " No it is sold two years ago to meet the medical expenses of your ailing dad"<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Son: Oh, I was not aware.....I may send some money to conduct mom's last rites in that case.<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Manager: "No, she has donated the body to the medical college and some compensation may be received for that. I want your account number, to remit the cash....that's why I called you.."<br /><br /><br />Total silence from the son...!!!</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-42526874900035478872017-04-15T12:25:00.000+05:302017-04-15T12:25:16.214+05:30Perceptions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A teacher teaching Maths to a six-year-old asked him, “If I give you one apple and one apple & one apple, how many apples will you have?”<br /><br />With a few seconds the boy replied confidently, “Four!”<br /><br />The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three).<br /><br />She was disappointed. “May be the child did not listen properly,” she thought.<br /><br />She repeated, “Please listen carefully. It is very simple. You will be able to do it right if you listen carefully. If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?”<br /><br />The boy had seen the disappointment on his teacher’s face.<br /><br />He calculated again on his fingers.<br /><br />But within him he was also searching for the answer that will make his teacher happy.<br /><br />This time hesitatingly he replied, “Four...”<br /><br />The disappointment stayed on teacher’s face.<br /><br />She remembered that the boy loves strawberries.<br /><br />She thought may be he doesn’t like apples and that is making him lose focus.<br /><br />This time with exaggerated excitement and twinkling eyes she asked ...<br /><br />“If I give you one strawberry, and one strawberry, and one strawberry, then how many will you have?”<br /><br />Seeing the teacher happy, the young boy calculated on his fingers again.<br /><br />There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher.<br /><br />She wanted her new approach to succeed.<br /><br />With a hesitating smile, the young boy replied, “Three?”<br /><br />The teacher now had a victorious smile. Her approach had succeeded.<br /><br />She wanted to congratulate herself.<br /><br />But one last thing remained.<br /><br />Once again she asked him, “Now if I give you one apple and one apple and one more apple how many will you have?”<br /><br />Promptly the answer was “Four!”<br /><br />The teacher was aghast.<br /><br />“How.... tell me, How?” she demanded in a little stern and irritated voice.<br /><br />In a voice that was low and hesitating young boy replied, “Because I already have one apple in my bag.”<br /><br /><b>Lessons to Learn</b>: When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you are expecting, it is not necessarily they are wrong.<br /><br />There may be an angle that we may not have understood at all.<br /><br />We need to learn to appreciate and understand different perspectives.<br /><br />Quite often, we try and impose our perspectives on others and then wonder what went wrong.<br /><br />The next time someone gives you a different perspective than yours, sit down and gently ask: "Can you please help me understand?"</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-3778845111791747642017-04-15T12:20:00.000+05:302017-04-15T12:20:14.069+05:30Neighbouring Houses<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The husband stood at the window of his neighbors and watched. There they were busy doing their own thing. The wife was in the kitchen cooking, and the man sat at the table writing. The phone rang, and the man jumped up and headed to the hallway to get it.</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">On his way he bumped into a vase, it fell and broke. He got down to his knees and started picking up the pieces. The wife ran into the room from the kitchen. She also kneeled down and started helping her husband to pick them up.</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The man said to his wife:</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">“I am so sorry. I rushed to get the phone and bumped into the vase. It fell and got broken.”</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The wife replied:</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">“No, honey, it is my fault. I put it there on the way. That’s why you bumped into it.” They kissed, and that was over. Both got back to what they were doing.</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The man who watched them returned to his wife. She wanted to know what the secret of their happiness was.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">What he said was fantastic. “I know it now. In their family they both are guilty and in our family both of us are always right!”</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">That’s the secret of family happiness!</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><b style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Food for thought....</b><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The "trick" isn't in not wanting to take responsibility, but rather in not claiming right.</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">There are times you need to forfeit your right to win your peace: depends on which you cherish most.</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">This recipe is applicable, not only in the home, but also at work and in all relationships.</span></div>
RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-27897730282096682262017-04-15T12:18:00.001+05:302017-04-15T12:18:55.424+05:30Enjoy Your Short Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">"It is not necessary to argue over something so insignificant, our journey together is so short"</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">If each one of us realized that our time here is so short; that to darken it with quarrels, futile arguments, not forgiving others, discontentment and a fault finding attitude would be a waste of time and energy.</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; 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text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Did someone betray, bully, cheat or humiliate you?<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; 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color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Whatever troubles anyone brings us, let us remember that our journey together is so short.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; 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No one knows when their stop will come. Our journey together is so short.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Let us cherish friends and family. Let us be respectful, kind and forgiving to each other. Let us be filled with gratitude and gladness.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">If I have ever hurt you, I ask for your forgiveness. If you have ever hurt me, you already have my forgiveness.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: justify; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">After all, our journey together is so short!</span></div>
RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-85115371392377696312017-04-15T12:17:00.001+05:302017-04-15T12:17:31.418+05:30Ten Minute Mantra<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I didn’t understand at first. “What’s the big deal in 10 minutes?” I asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“There’s indeed a big deal about it. 10 minutes, believe me son, can create a marvellous difference in our life,” my dad offered wisely.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Elaborate please, dad,”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“I’ll tell you. But first, you’ve to get up tomorrow at 6.00 am.” My dad conditioned. I agreed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Next day, as I woke up at the agreed time, my dad came to my room.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What’s the time?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“6.00 am” I replied.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Okay, so before you can follow the 10 minutes mantra, you have to follow the art of being aware about the clock,”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I was confused. My dad continued, “Look at the clock. It’s 6.00 am. Now within 10 minutes I ask you to do the following - Arrange your bed and your table; drink two glasses of water, wash your face and brush your teeth. But keep looking at your clock while doing these. That’s it”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Well…Okay,” I said, what could be the catch my dad wanted me to capture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I began and started doing all he asked. All the time, I kept glancing at the wall clock. Finally after 10 minutes (or 30 seconds earlier to be exact) I had finished it all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Well done, boy. You have turned around your life!” My dad praised, patting on my back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“What?” I was astonished and puzzled, unable to grasp, and asked earnestly “I didn’t get you, dad.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> “Think, son, think!” My dad urged, “Recall your earlier days. How did your day started off?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I racked my brains and pondered over. Usually, I wake up at 6.00 am. Then, I wander off, yawning lazily and even sleep for some more minutes or sit idly on my chair, my thoughts in thousand directions. And, by the time I finish the above activities, it was already past 7.00 am.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“And today, it’s just 6.10 am” my dad said as if he read my mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yes!” I exclaimed, starting to understand.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“So what made you do it?” my dad asked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I thought. What made me do it? Because my dad told me to do? No, no. There was more to it. And then it hit me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“The art of being aware about the clock!” I almost shouted.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yes and also ten minutes.” My dad said, smiling at my wonderstruck face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My dad explained: “By setting your eyes on the clock and thinking about 10 minutes, your mind got focused in that span of 10 minutes. It was just like a deadline or a due date. The “10 minutes” deadline kept your mind in the present; in the “NOW ” and prevented you from wandering off.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I was impressed. Just a matter of meagre 10 minutes had such a mighty effect! I had completed all those routine activities on time. Now, I felt I have so much time ahead (as compared to 7.00am, it was just 6.10 am!). With so much time saved, I could work on creative and productive activities, instead of loitering around aimlessly. Time is indeed, the most precious thing on earth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> A question piqued my curiosity, “Dad, why only 10 minutes. Why can’t we divide our activities into 1 hour slots?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Good question,” my dad said, “we can. But Shorter the time, more productive you will get. Imagine, if I told you to do those routine activities in 1 hour? Your mind will make your actions slower because you’ll think you have enough time to do it. Even if an activity takes 1 hour, you can segment it into 10 minutes slots.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Give an example,” I was eager to know more.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“You can, for instance, segment your workout time,” my dad resumed. “10 minutes- warm-up; 10 minutes- stretching and 10 minutes-yoga,”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Really amazing, dad; this 10 minutes stuff can make your life on a roll! Instead of long bouts of inactivity, once can benefit from the short bursts of creativity!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“Yes. The 10 minutes stuff is just an idea. You can also make it 15 minutes or 20 minutes but not longer than that.” My dad paused and continued :</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">“The 10 minutes mantra can be applied in every aspect of life. A student, a professional, a businessman or anyone can apply this simple but successful technique. Take an example of student. The student can allot 10 minutes time for a topic. After that, he/she can take 2 minutes rest and resume for another ten minutes. He or she can also take time off and read a good book for 10 minutes or allot just 10 minutes for walking. All a student has to do is to be aware of the clock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Elaborating it further, we humans have a tendency to keep on delaying small things. We know we have to pay bills on time, and still we delay it beyond the due dates. We are aware that our bike’s tyres need to get pumped, yet we don’t care to stop by the car-shop we pass every day. We promise ourselves to go to a temple on a particular day, yet we never seem to keep our own promise on time. Why? Because our mind wanders off and deems such things as unimportant. If we vow to take just 10 minutes or 20 minutes of our entire 24 hours, we would never procrastinate and our life will be million times better.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">My dad concluded: “The 10 minutes, if followed consistently, can have a tremendous effect in anyone’s lifestyle. Procrastination and Idleness will vanish away replaced by Focus and Intensity. People will tell you they are short of time. No time for the loved ones, no time for pursuing their dreams, no time to eat, no time for their health as if they are the most busiest people on earth! It’s the lamest excuse one can give.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">The 10 minutes mantra can keep us organized, keep our otherwise disoriented thoughts in check, Balance our life fruitfully and help us to have enough time in our hands. So follow this 10 minutes mantra and see your life turn around at a miraculous pace.....!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Nearby, a building construction work was going on. <br /><br />Lots
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Every day these children used to take turns becoming the engine and bogies ... <br /><br />But
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-44086285353559213022017-04-15T10:14:00.000+05:302017-04-15T10:14:13.409+05:30Increase Your Value<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Michael Jordan was born in 1963, in the slums of Brooklyn, New York.<br /><br />He had four siblings and his father's earnings were not sufficient to provide for the whole family.<br /><br />He grew up in a poor neighbourhood. Exposed to mindless violence and heavy discrimination in the slums, he saw for himself only a hopeless future.<br /><br />His father saw in Michael, a lost soul and decided to do something.<br /><br />He gave Michael, who was 13 years old, a piece of used clothing and asked: "What do you think the value of this outfit would be?"<br /><br />Jordan replied,"Maybe one dollar."<br /><br />His father asked, "Can you sell it for two dollars? If you can sell it, it would mean that you are a big help to your family."<br /><br />Jordan nodded his head, "I'll try, but no guarantee that I'll be successful."<br /><br />Jordan carefully washed the cloth clean. Because they didn't have an iron, to smoothen the cloth, he levelled it with a clothes brush on a flat board, then kept it in the sun to dry. The next day, he brought the clothes to a crowded underground station. After offering it for more than six hours. Jordan finally managed to sell it for $2. He took the two dollar bill and ran home.<br /><br />After that, everyday he looked for used clothing, washed and ironed it, and sold it in the crowd.<br /><br />More than ten days later, his father again gave him a piece of used clothing, "Can you think of a way you can sell this for 20 bucks?"<br /><br />Aghast, Jordan said, "How is it possible? This outfit can only fetch two dollars at the most."<br /><br />His father replied, "Why don't you try it first? There might be a way."<br /><br />After breaking his head for a few hours, finally, Jordan got an idea.<br /><br />He asked for cousin's help to paint a picture of Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse on the garment. Then he tried to sell it in the school where the children of the rich study.<br /><br />Soon a housekeeper, who was there to pick his master, bought that outfit for his master. The master was a little boy of only 10 years. He loved it so much and he gave a five dollar tip. 25 dollars was a huge amount for Jordan, the equivalent of a month's salary of his father.<br /><br />When he got home, his father gave him yet another piece of used clothing, "Are you able to resell it at a price of 200 dollars?" Jordan's eyes lit up.<br /><br />This time, Jordan accepted the clothes without the slightest doubt. Two months later a popular movie actress from the movie "Charlie's Angels", Farah Fawcett came to New York for her Movie promos. After the press conference, Jordan made his way through the security forces to reach the side of Farah Fawcett and requested her autograph on the piece of clothing. When Fawcett saw this innocent child asking for her autograph, she gladly signed it.<br /><br />Jordan was shouting very excitedly, "This is a jersey signed by Miss Farah Fawcett, the selling price is 200 dollars!" He auctioned off the clothes, to a businessman for a price of 1,200 dollars!<br /><br />Upon returning home, his father broke into TEARS and said, "I am amazed that you did it my child! You're really great! "<br /><br />That night, Jordan slept alongside his father. His father said, "Son, in your experience selling these three pieces of clothing, what did you learn about success?"<br /><br />Jordan replied, "Where there's a will, there's a way."<br /><br />His father nodded his head, then shook his head, "What you say is not entirely wrong! But that was not my intention. I just wanted to show you that a piece of used clothing which is worth only a dollar can also be increased in value, Then how about us - living and thinking humans? We may be darker and poorer, but what if we CAN increase our VALUE."<br /><br />This thought enlightened young Jordan. "Even a piece of used clothing could be made dignified, then why not me? There is absolutely no reason to underestimate myself."<br /><br />From then on, Michael Jordan felt that his future would be beautiful and full of hope.<br /><br />He then went on to become the greatest basketball player of all times.<br /><br />It's now time to see how you can increase your value.</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-68842398778510468882017-04-15T10:06:00.000+05:302017-04-15T10:06:13.870+05:30Keep Painting The Boat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A man was asked to paint a boat.<br /><br />He brought with him paint and brushes and began to paint the boat a bright red, as the owner asked him.<br /><br />While painting, he noticed that there was a small hole in the hull, and quietly repaired it.<br /><br />When finished painting, he received his money and left.<br /><br />The next day, the owner of the boat came to the painter and presented him with a nice cheque, much higher than the payment for painting.<br /><br />The painter was surprised and said "You've already paid me for painting the boat, Sir!" <br /><br />"But this is not for the paint job. It's for having repaired the hole in the boat."<br /><br />"Ah! But it was such a small service... certainly it's not worth paying me such a high amount for something so insignificant."<br /><br />"My dear friend, you do not understand. Let me tell you what happened.<br /><br />When I asked you to paint the boat, I forgot to mention about the hole.<br /><br />When the boat dried, my kids took the boat and went on a fishing trip.<br /><br />They did not know that there was a hole. I was not at home at that time.<br /><br />When I returned and noticed they had taken the boat, I was desperate because I remembered that the boat had a hole.<br /><br />Imagine my relief and joy when I saw them returning from fishing.<br /><br />Then, I examined the boat and found that you had repaired the hole! You see, now, what you did? You saved the life of my children! I do not have enough money to pay your small good deed."<br /><br />So, no matter who, when or how. Just continue to help, sustain, wipe tears, listen attentively and carefully repair all the 'leaks' you find, because you never know when one is in need of us or when God holds a pleasant surprise for us to be helpful and important to someone..<br /><br />You may have repaired numerous 'boat holes' along the way... of several people without realizing how many lives you've saved.<br /><br />So Keep up the Good work..</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-55546526851375995172016-12-24T16:35:00.002+05:302016-12-24T16:35:55.099+05:30Willingness To Listen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Viktor Frankl, one of the great psychiatrists of the twentieth century, survived the death camps of Nazi Germany. His little book, Man’s Search for Meaning, is one of those life-changing books that everyone should read.<br /><br />Frankl once told the story of a woman who called him in the middle of the night to calmly inform him she was about to commit suicide. Frankl kept her on the phone and talked her through her depression, giving her reason after reason to carry on living. Finally she promised she would not take her life, and she kept her word.<br /><br />When they later met, Frankl asked which reason had persuaded her to live?<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Her answer was simple, it was Frankl’s willingness to listen to her in the middle of the night. <br /><br />A world in which there was someone ready to listen to another's pain seemed to her a world in which it was worthwhile to live.<br /><br />Often, it is not the brilliant argument that makes the difference. Sometimes the small act of listening is the greatest gift we can give.</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-84519896719428233892016-12-24T16:33:00.001+05:302016-12-24T16:33:26.881+05:30My Mother Taught Me This<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Things my Mother taught me.<br /><br />1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.<br />'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.'<br /><br />2. My mother taught me RELIGION.<br />'You better pray that stain will come out of the carpet.'<br /><br />3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.<br />'If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!'<br /><br />4. My mother taught me LOGIC.<br />' Because I said so, that's why.'<br /><br />5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.<br />'If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the restaurant with me.'<br /><br />6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.<br />'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'<br /><br />7. My mother taught me IRONY.<br />'Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about.'<br /><br />8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.<br />'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'<br /><br />9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.<br />'Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'<br /><br />10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.<br />'You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone.'<br /><br />11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.<br />'This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'<br /><br />12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.<br />'If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!'<br /><br />13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.<br />'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.'<br /><br />14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.<br />'Stop acting like your father!'<br /><br />15. My mother taught me about ENVY.<br />'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do.'<br /><br />16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.<br />'Just wait until we get home.'<br /><br />17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.<br />'You are going to get it when you get home!'<br /><br />18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.<br />'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way.'<br /><br />19. My mother taught me ESP.<br />'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'<br /><br />20. My mother taught me HUMOR.<br />'When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me.'<br /><br />21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.<br />'If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up.'<br /><br />22. My mother taught me GENETICS.<br />'You're just like your father.'<br /><br />23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.<br />'Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'<br /><br />24. My mother taught me WISDOM.<br />'When you get to be my age, you'll understand.'<br /><br />25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.<br />'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!'</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-21471775452809602272016-10-22T17:13:00.000+05:302016-10-22T17:14:01.646+05:30Maternal Bond<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span class="_Tgc">A maternal bond is the relationship between a mother<b> </b>and her child. While typically associated with pregnancy and childbirth, a maternal bond may also develop in cases where the child is unrelated, such as an adoption. Both physical and emotional factors influence the <b>mother</b>-<b>child</b> bonding process.</span></span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-90972376569712947432016-08-09T18:22:00.000+05:302016-08-09T18:22:05.967+05:30Travails of a Mother<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Marc Mero (born July 9, 1960) is an American retired amateur boxer
and professional wrestler, as well as a motivational speaker. He is best
known for his appearances with the World Wrestling Federation under his
real name and with World Championship Wrestling and Total Nonstop
Action Wrestling under the ring name Johnny B. Badd. In 2007 he founded
the non-profit organization Champion of Choices. Today, Marc Mero gives
his time and talent to impact young lives through the nonp<span class="text_exposed_show">rofit
organization he founded in 2007 called Champion of Choices, this
self-proclaimed “Happiest Person on the Planet” shares his powerful
story of tragedy and triumph, speaking candidly about where his good and
bad choices took him. His anti-bullying, substance abuse, and suicide
prevention message reaches students during a dynamic stage production.</span></span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-6244135962704280382016-07-06T19:06:00.000+05:302016-07-06T19:06:04.280+05:30Speak Up<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Date: 02 - 07 - 1909<br />Divisional Railway Officer,<br />Sahibgunj,<br /><br />Respected Sirs,<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am arrive by passenger train Ahmedpur station and my belly is too much swelling with jackfruit. I am therefore went to privy. Just I doing the nuisance that guard making whistle blow or train to go off and I am running with lotaah in one hand and dhoti in the next when I am fall over and expose all my shocking to man and female women on platform. I am got leaved at Ahmedpur station. This too much bad, if passenger go to make dung that dam guard not wait train five minutes for him. I am therefore pray your honour to make big fine on that guard for public sake. Otherwise I am making big report to papers.(ORIGINAL LETTER)<br /><br />Your faithful Servant,<br />Okhil Chandra Sen<br /><br />Okhil Babu wrote this letter to the Sahibganj divisional railway officer in 1909. It is on display at the Railway Museum in New Delhi. It was also reproduced under the caption Travellers Tales in the Far Eastern Economic Review.<br /><br />Any guesses why this letter is of Historic Value?<br /><br />It led to the introduction of TOILETS in trains in India...!!!!<br /><br />So no idea is stupid and...........always speak up (howsoever bad or good you may be at any language)...</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-75726083651049573452016-07-06T19:00:00.001+05:302016-07-06T19:06:40.293+05:30Father And Son<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">A father provided best of education, good moral support, money and everything possible....to his son.....!!!<br /><br />Boy becomes a top shot....<br /><br />Boy gets a grand cabin in the best office of world. His father feels proud and very powerful...and visits his office...!!!<br /><br />Son is sitting on his chair. Father goes to the back side, keeps his hands on the shoulders of his son.....!!!<br /><br />And father asks a question: Who is the most powerful man in the world..???<br /><br />(Father expects that son will say- of course you dad.)<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Son proudly says: I am the most powerful person...<br /><br />Father feels.... shattered. With wet eyes tries to walk out of the office, but at gate asks once again - oh so you feel that you are most powerful....<br /><br />Son says.... innocently : No, dad you are most powerful.....<br /><br />Father: but couple of minutes back you said that you are most powerful.....<br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Son: I was right then too....since, at that time your hands were on my shoulders.</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-46802057064731433762016-07-06T18:49:00.001+05:302016-07-06T18:49:56.068+05:30The Abundance Principle<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Once a man got lost in a desert. The water in his flask had run out two days ago, and he was on his last legs. He knew that if he didn't get some water soon, he would surely die. The man saw a small hut ahead of him. He thought it would be a mirage or maybe a hallucination, but having no other option, he moved toward it. As he got closer, he realized it was quite real. So he dragged his tired body to the door with the last of his strength.<br /><br />The hut was not occupied and seemed like it had been abandoned for quite some time. The man entered into it, hoping against hope that he might find water inside.<br /><br />His heart skipped a beat when he saw what was in the hut - a water hand pump...... It had a pipe going down through the floor, perhaps tapping a source of water deep under-ground.<br /><br />He began working the hand pump, but no water came out. He kept at it and still nothing happened. Finally he gave up from exhaustion and frustration. He threw up his hands in despair. It looked as if he was going to die after all.<br /><br />Then the man noticed a bottle in one corner of the hut. It was filled with water and corked up to prevent evaporation.<br /><br />He uncorked the bottle and was about to gulp down the sweet life-giving water, when he noticed a piece of paper attached to it. Handwriting on the paper read : "Use this water to start the pump. Don't forget to fill the bottle when you're done."<br /><br />He had a dilemma. He could follow the instruction and pour the water into the pump, or he could ignore it and just drink the water.<br /><br />What to do? If he let the water go into the pump, what assurance did he have that it would work? What if the pump malfunctioned? What if the pipe had a leak? What if the underground reservoir had long dried up?<br /><br />But then... maybe the instruction was correct. Should he risk it? If it turned out to be false, he would be throwing away the last water he would ever see.<br /><br />Hands trembling, he poured the water into the pump. Then he closed his eyes, said a prayer, and started working the pump.<br /><br />He heard a gurgling sound, and then water came gushing out, more than he could possibly use. He luxuriated in the cool and refreshing stream. He was going to live!<br /><br />After drinking his fill and feeling much better, he looked around the hut. He found a pencil and a map of the region. The map showed that he was still far away from civilization, but at least now he knew where he was and which direction to go.<br /><br />He filled his flask for the journey ahead. He also filled the bottle and put the cork back in. Before leaving the hut, he added his own writing below the instruction: "Believe me, it works!"<br /><br />This story is all about life. It teaches us that We must GIVE before We can RECEIVE Abundantly. More importantly, it also teaches that FAITH plays an important role in GIVING. The man did not know if his action would be rewarded, but he proceeded regardless. Without knowing what to expect, he made a Leap of Faith.<br /><br />Water in this story represents the Good things in Life - something that brings a smile to your face. It can be Intangible Knowledge or it can represent Money, Love, Family, Friendship, Happiness, Respect, or any number of other things you Value - Whatever it is that you would like to get out of life - that's water.<br /><br />The water pump represents the Workings of the Karmic Mechanism. <br />Give it some "Water" to Work with, and it will RETURN far more than you put in.........!!!<br /></span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-404832572879206212016-07-06T18:35:00.000+05:302016-07-06T18:35:15.179+05:30My Mother Taught Me.......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.<br />'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.'<br /><br />2. My mother taught me RELIGION.<br />'You better pray that stain will come out of the carpet.'<br /><br />3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.<br />'If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!'<br /><br />4. My mother taught me LOGIC.<br />'Because I said so, that's why.'<br /><br />5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.<br />'If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the restaurant with me.'<br /><br />6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.<br />'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'<br /><br />7. My mother taught me IRONY.<br />'Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about.'<br /><br />8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.<br />'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'<br /><br />9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.<br />'Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'<br /><br />10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.<br />'You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone.'<br /><br />11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.<br />'This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'<br /><br />12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.<br />'If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!'<br /><br />13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.<br />'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.'<br /><br />14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.<br />'Stop acting like your father!'<br /><br />15. My mother taught me about ENVY.<br />'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do.'<br /><br />16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.<br />'Just wait until we get home.'<br /><br />17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.<br />'You are going to get it when you get home!'<br /><br />18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.<br />'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way.'<br /><br />19. My mother taught me ESP.<br />'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'<br /><br />20. My mother taught me HUMOR.<br />'When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me.'<br /><br />21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.<br />'If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up.'<br /><br />22. My mother taught me GENETICS.<br />'You're just like your father.'<br /><br />23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.<br />'Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'<br /><br />24. My mother taught me WISDOM.<br />'When you get to be my age, you'll understand.'<br /><br />25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.<br />'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!'</span></div>
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RANVIRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10329627313557968257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-924478511871984995.post-76647874774231428112016-05-07T10:15:00.000+05:302016-05-07T10:19:40.449+05:30Definition Of Success<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In <i>Born to Win! Find Your Success Code</i>,
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">In this excerpt, he shares a short list of the characteristics that he believes comprise success:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>What Success Is:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">1. Success is knowing that you did a great job when you close the
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">2. Success is having a home and people to love who love you in return.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">3. Success is having the financial security
to meet your obligations each month and the knowledge that you have
provided that security for your family in the event of your demise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">4. Success is having the kind of faith that lets you know where to turn when there seems to be no place to turn.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">5. Success is having an interest or hobby that gives you joy and peace.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">6. Success is knowing who you are, and Whose you are.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">7. Success is taking good care of you and waking up healthy each day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">8. Success is slipping under the covers at the end of the day and realizing with gratitude that, “It just doesn’t get much better than this!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">You see from this list that success is defined by more than one
sentence. Success involves the whole person, and if you skimp on one
area, you will limit your success. Now, let’s take a look at what
success isn’t:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><b>What Success Isn’t:</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">1. Success isn’t missing dinner with the family several times a week because of working excessively.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">2. Success isn’t rushing home from work and hiding out with the TV thinking, “After the day I’ve had, I need my space!”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">3. Success isn’t about how to make more money when you already have more money than you can spend.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">4. Success isn’t about going to church and ignoring everything you hear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">5. Success isn’t all work and no play.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">6. Success isn’t about being so busy that you live on unhealthy fast food, served to you through little windows.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">7. Success isn’t spending mental energy worrying about late projects,
being home on time, your health, missing your child’s school play,
being able to pay your bills, or finding joy in your life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">8. Success isn’t texting while you drive to catch up on your overloaded schedule.</span></div>
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