There was a millionaire who was bothered by severe eye pain. He consulted a galaxy of medical experts; he consumed heavy loads of drugs and underwent hundreds of injections.
But the ache persisted with greater vigor than before. At last a monk who has supposed to be an expert in treating such patients was called for by the millionaire. The monk understood his problem and said that for sometime he should concentrate only on green colors and not allow his eyes to fall on any other colors. The millionaire got together a group of painters and purchased barrels of green color and directed that every object his eye was likely to fall on was to be painted in green color just as the monk had directed.
When the monk came to visit him after a few days, the Millionaire's servants ran to him with buckets of green paint and poured it on him since he was wearing red. They were eager to prevent their master from seeing any other color lest his eye ache came back.
Hearing this the monk laughed and said 'If only you had purchased a pair of green spectacles, worth just a few rupees, you could have saved these walls and trees and pots and all other articles and also could have saved a large share of his fortune. You cannot paint the world green.'
Let us change our vision and the world will appear accordingly. Instead of trying to shape the world, let us shape ourselves first!
………………Make it a great week ahead!!!!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
A Date with my Mother
I received a mail, I found it worth reading for you. Actually I want to collect all the good articles. So published it in my blog.
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take
another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I
love you but I know this other woman loves you and
would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my
MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the
demands of my work and my three children had made it
possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner
and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is
the type of woman who suspects that a late night call
or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I
responded. "Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I
would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up
I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I
noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our
date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had
curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had
worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my
son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got
into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our
meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not
elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my
arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,
I had to read the menu. Half way through
the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting
there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you
were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the
favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation -
nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent
events of each other's life. We talked so much that we
missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go
out with you again, but only if you let me invite
you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got
home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have
imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart
attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do
anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy
of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and
I had dined.
An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I
wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I
paid for two plates - one for you and the other for
your wife. You will never know what that night meant
for me. I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying
in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the
time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more
important than your family. Give them the
time they deserve, because these things cannot be put
off till "some other time."
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take
another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I
love you but I know this other woman loves you and
would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my
MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the
demands of my work and my three children had made it
possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner
and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is
the type of woman who suspects that a late night call
or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I
responded. "Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I
would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up
I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I
noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our
date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had
curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had
worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an
angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my
son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got
into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our
meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not
elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my
arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,
I had to read the menu. Half way through
the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting
there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you
were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the
favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation -
nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent
events of each other's life. We talked so much that we
missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go
out with you again, but only if you let me invite
you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got
home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have
imagined," I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart
attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to not get to do
anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy
of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and
I had dined.
An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I
wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I
paid for two plates - one for you and the other for
your wife. You will never know what that night meant
for me. I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying
in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the
time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more
important than your family. Give them the
time they deserve, because these things cannot be put
off till "some other time."
Friday, February 11, 2011
Mazboori
Banwarmaha Ki Kalam Se...
Gujarish hamari vo maan na sake,
Majboori hamari vo jaan na sake.
Kahte hai marne k bad bhi yaad rakhenge,
Jeete jee jo hame pahchan na sake.
Pyar hamara vo paa na sake,
Wafa k bol vo jaan na sake.
Fir kese kah diya k hum bewafa hai,
Jab wafa hamari vo pahchan na sake.
Bahon me hamari vo aa na sake,
Uski yaadon se bichhud kar hum jee na sake.
Har mahfil me tanhae hi mili hame,
Aur vo hamari tanhae pahchan na sake.
Dil esa tutta k fir hum use jod na sake,
Khushiyon ki aur vapis use mod na sake.
Unhone puchha bhul jao kya tum hame,
Aur han bolkar hum unka dil tod na sake.
Gujarish hamari vo maan na sake,
Majboori hamari vo jaan na sake.
Kahte hai marne k bad bhi yaad rakhenge,
Jeete jee jo hame pahchan na sake.
Pyar hamara vo paa na sake,
Wafa k bol vo jaan na sake.
Fir kese kah diya k hum bewafa hai,
Jab wafa hamari vo pahchan na sake.
Bahon me hamari vo aa na sake,
Uski yaadon se bichhud kar hum jee na sake.
Har mahfil me tanhae hi mili hame,
Aur vo hamari tanhae pahchan na sake.
Dil esa tutta k fir hum use jod na sake,
Khushiyon ki aur vapis use mod na sake.
Unhone puchha bhul jao kya tum hame,
Aur han bolkar hum unka dil tod na sake.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Ant And Grasshopper
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its
house And Laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a Fool And laughs dances plays the summer away. Come winter, the Ant is warm
And Well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the Cold.
New Indian Version:
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its
house And Laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a Fool And laughs dances plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while Others Are cold and starving.
NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper Next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled With Food.
The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this Poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?
Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.
Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter.
Mayawati states this as 'injustice' done on Minorities.
Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.
The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven & Everlasting Peace for prompt Support As against the wrath of God for non-compliance).
Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.
CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.
Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.
Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the 'Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.
Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions in Government Services.
The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing Left To pay his retroactive taxes, it's home is confiscated by the Government And handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV, BBC, CNN.
Arundhati Roy calls it 'A Triumph of Justice'.
Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice'.
CPM calls it the 'Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden'
Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.
Many years later...
The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar Company in Silicon Valley, 100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation
Somewhere In India,
...AND
As a result of losing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the Grasshoppers, India is still a developing country...!!
house And Laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a Fool And laughs dances plays the summer away. Come winter, the Ant is warm
And Well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the Cold.
New Indian Version:
The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its
house And Laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a Fool And laughs dances plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while Others Are cold and starving.
NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper Next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled With Food.
The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this Poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?
Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.
Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter.
Mayawati states this as 'injustice' done on Minorities.
Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.
The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven & Everlasting Peace for prompt Support As against the wrath of God for non-compliance).
Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.
CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.
Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.
Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the 'Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.
Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions in Government Services.
The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing Left To pay his retroactive taxes, it's home is confiscated by the Government And handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV, BBC, CNN.
Arundhati Roy calls it 'A Triumph of Justice'.
Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice'.
CPM calls it the 'Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden'
Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.
Many years later...
The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar Company in Silicon Valley, 100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation
Somewhere In India,
...AND
As a result of losing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the Grasshoppers, India is still a developing country...!!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Psychiatrist
EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE BEING UNDER MY
BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A PSYCHIATRIST AND TOLD HIM 'I've got problems.
Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I
think I'm going crazy.'
'Just put yourself in my hands for one year,' said the psychiatrist. 'Come
talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those
fears.'
'How much do you charge?'
'Eighty dollars per visit,' replied the doctor.
'I'll sleep on it and if needed I will come back to you,' I said.
Six months later the Psychiatrist met me on the street.
'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he
asked.
'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot
of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all
that money that I went and bought me a new car.
'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did
a bartender cure you?'
'He told me to cut the legs off the bed - there is nobody under the bed
now!
BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A PSYCHIATRIST AND TOLD HIM 'I've got problems.
Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I
think I'm going crazy.'
'Just put yourself in my hands for one year,' said the psychiatrist. 'Come
talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those
fears.'
'How much do you charge?'
'Eighty dollars per visit,' replied the doctor.
'I'll sleep on it and if needed I will come back to you,' I said.
Six months later the Psychiatrist met me on the street.
'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he
asked.
'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot
of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all
that money that I went and bought me a new car.
'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did
a bartender cure you?'
'He told me to cut the legs off the bed - there is nobody under the bed
now!
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