Na Hathi hai...Whan Paidal hi Jana Hai

एक राजा ने सोचा कि उसकी सभा में इतने विद्वान हैं,
लेकिन उनके महत्व का पता तभी चलेगा, जब साथ में कोई
मूर्ख भी हो। अंधेरे में ही प्रकाश का मूल्य पता चलता है।
इसलिए मंत्री से कहा कि ढिंढोरा पिटवा दो कि मैं
दरबार में एक मूर्ख व्यक्ति रखना चाहता हूं। उसे हर
प्रकार की राजकीय सुविधाएं मिलेंगी। अगले ही दिन
अनेक प्रार्थना पत्र आ गए। आखिर एक ऐसे
व्यक्ति को चुना गया, जो उसी डाल को काट रहा था,
जिस पर वह बैठा था। तुरंत दरबार में उसकी नियुक्ति कर
ली गई और उसके सीने पर महामूर्ख
का बिल्ला लगा दिया गया।
राजा जब भी परेशान होता, उस मूर्ख को बुलाता,
उसकी बातें सुन कर हंसता और अपना दिल हल्का कर लेता।
दिन बीतते गए। एक दिन मूर्ख को संदेश
मिला कि राजा उसे बुला रहा है। वह भागता हुआ पहुंचा।
देखा कि राजा पृथ्वी पर लेटा हुआ है। चारो तरफ महल के
लोग गंभीर मुद्रा में खड़े हैं। मूर्ख ने पूछा, 'महाराज! आप
नीचे क्यों लेटे हैं?' राजा ने कहा, 'मैं जा रहा हूं।'
मूर्ख बोला, 'अरे! तो घोड़े पर बैठ कर जाइए, जमीन पर
क्यों लेटे हैं?'
राजा : जहां मैं जा रहा हूं, वहां कोई और साथ नहीं जाता,
घोड़ा भी नहीं।
मूर्ख : कम से कम रानी जी को तो ले जाएं।
राजा : वह भी नहीं जा सकतीं, मुझे अकेले ही जाना होगा।
मूर्ख : अच्छा, तो कुछ हीरे-मोती ही साथ रख लें, जरूरत के
वक्त काम आएंगे।
राजा : जहां मैं जहां रहा हूं, वहां कुछ भी लेकर
नहीं जा सकता।
मूर्ख : कमाल है, अगर सब कुछ यहीं छोड़ कर जाना है तो आप
जा ही क्यों रहे हैं?
राजा : अपनी इच्छा से वहां का जाना टाल नहीं सकता,
एक न एक दिन वहां सबको जाना होता है।
मूर्ख : अच्छा ठीक है, जब वापिस आएंगे तो भेंट होगी।
राजा : नहीं मूर्खराज, जहां जा रहा हूं वहां से कोई
वापिस नहीं आता।
मूर्ख : तो महाराज, क्या आपको मालूम
नहीं था कि वहां जाना पड़ेगा?
राजा : मालूम था।
मूर्ख : जब मालूम ही था तो यहां दिन-रात इतना धन
क्यों बटोरते रहे? यह कहने के बाद मूर्ख कुछ देर चुपचाप
वहां खड़ा रहा, फिर महामूर्ख का अपना बिल्ला उतार
कर उसे राजा के सीने पर टांक कर वहां से चला गया।
यह सृष्टि हमारी इच्छा से नहीं बनी। हमारा जन्म
भी हमारी इच्छा से नहीं हुआ। फिर हम सब मृत्यु और
विनाश को लेकर इतने चिंतित क्यों रहते हैं? किसी क्षण
यदि इस सृष्टि को समाप्त हो जाना है, तो उसके लिए
भी चिंता क्यों? यह न हमारी इच्छा से बनी है, न
हमारी आशंकाओं के कारण समाप्त होगी।...

ONE BEDROOM FLAT...

Every person those who r far away from their parents for jobs should have
to read this heart touching mail !!!

WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER.....
A
Bitter Reality

As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in
Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the
land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it
was as if a dream had come true.


Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I
would be staying in this country for about Five years in which
time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.

My father was a government employee and after his retirement,
the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.


I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling
homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and
speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone
cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and
pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange
rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have
only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within
these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight.
Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for
all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be
talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through
all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting
shorter I was forced to select one candidate.


In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get
married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After
the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some
money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after
them, we returned to USA.


My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she
started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India
increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our
savings started diminishing.

After two more years we started to
have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us
by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked
me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.


Every year I decide to go to India… But part work part
monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting
India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a
message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I
couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India ... The
next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there
was no one to do the last rights the society members had done
whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed
away without seeing their grand children.


After couple more years passed away, much to my children's
dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India to settle down.
I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my
savings were short and the property prices had gone up during
all these years. I had to return to the USA...


My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to
stay in India... My 2 children and I returned to USA after
promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.

Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an
American and my son was happy living in USA... I decided that
had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India... I
had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a
well-developed locality.


Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is
for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife
has also left me and gone to the holy abode.

Sometimes

I wondered was it worth all this?

My father, even after staying in India,

Had a house to his name and I too have
the same nothing more.

I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.

Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing.
This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these
children are losing their values and culture because of it. I
get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well
at least they remember me.


Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will
be performing my last rights, God Bless them.

But the question
still
remains 'was all this worth it?'

I am still searching for an answer.................!!!

START THINKING

IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???

LIFE IS BEYOND THIS …..DON'T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE …….. START LIVING
IT …….
LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE …….

A hundred dollar Story

*An Indian tourist walks into a curio shop in San Francisco.
Looking around at the exotic, he notices a very lifelike,
Life-sized bronze statue of a rat. It has no price tag,
But is so striking he decides he must have it.

He takes it to the owner: "How much for the bronze rat?"

"Twelve dollars for the rat, one hundred dollars for the
Story,"says the owner.


The tourist gives the man twelve dollars.
"I'll just take the rat,you can keep the story."

As he walks down the street carrying his bronze rat,
He notices that a few real rats crawl out of the alleys
And sewers and begin following him down the street.
This is disconcerting; he begins walking faster.
But within a couple blocks, the herd of rats behind
Him grows to hundreds, and they begin squealing.

He begins to trot toward the Bay, looking around to see
That the rats now numbered in the MILLIONS, and are still
Squealing and coming toward him faster and faster.

Concerned, even scared, he runs to the edge of the Bay
And throws the bronze rat as far out into the Bay as he
Can. Amazingly, the millions of rats all jump into the Bay
After it, and are all drowned.
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The man walks back to the curio shop.


"Ah ha," says the owner, "You have come back for the Story?"



"No," says the man, "I came back to see if you have a statue of an
Indian politician in bronze!!

Change your vision

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!!!!