Wednesday, September 3, 2008

What life is and is not about.

Life isn't about keeping score. It's not about how many friends you have. Or how accepted you are. Not about if you have plans this weekend or if you're alone.
It isn't about who you're dating, who you used to date, how many people you've dated, or if you haven't been with anyone at all. It isn't about who you have kissed, it's not about sex.
It isn't about who your family is or how much money they have. Or what kind of car you drive. Or where you are sent to school. It's not about how beautiful or ugly you are. Or what clothes you wear, what shoes you have on, Or what kind of music you listen to.
It's not about if your hair is blonde, red, black, or brown. Or if your skin is too light or too dark. Not about what grades you get, how smart you are, how smart everybody else thinks you are, or how smart standardized tests say you are. It's not about what clubs you're in or how good you are at "your" sport. It's not about repres enting your whole being on a piece of paper and seeing who will "accept the written you."
But, life is about whom you love and whom you hurt.
It's about whom you make happy or unhappy purposefully. It's about keeping or betraying trust.
It's about friendship, used as a sanctity or a weapon. It's about what you say and mean, maybe hurtful, maybe heartening. About starting rumors and contributing to petty gossip.
It's about what judgments you pass and why. And who your judgments are spread to. It's about whom you've ignored with full control and intention. It's about jealousy, fear, ignorance, and revenge. It's about carrying inner hate and love, letting it grow, and spreading it.
But most of all, it's about using your life to touch or poison other people's hearts in such a way that could have never occurred alone.
Only you choose the way those hearts are affected, and those choice s are what life's all about.
Author not known.
Author unknown

what hapens in heaven

"In the name of God who is unique and if you try to count the blessings of him you will fail"
I dreamt that I went to Heaven and an angel was showing me around.We walked side-by-side inside a large workroom filled with angels.
My angel guide stopped in front of the first section and said, "This is the Receiving Section. Here, all petitions to God said in prayer are received."
I looked around in this area, and it was terribly busy with so manyangels sorting out petitions written on voluminous paper sheets andscraps from people all over the world.
Then we moved on down a long corridor until we reached the second section.
The angel then said to me, "This is the Packaging and Delivery Section. Here, the graces and blessings the people asked for are processed and
delivered to the living persons who asked for them."
I noticed again how busy it was there. There were many angels working
hard at that station, since so many blessings had been requestedand were being packaged for delivery to Earth.
Finally at the farthest end of the long corridor we stopped at the door of
a very small station. To my great surprise, only one angel was seated there,
idly doing nothing. "This is the Acknowledgment Section," my angel friend
quietly admitted to me. He seemed embarrassed
"How is it that there is no work going on here?" I asked.
"So sad," the angel sighed. "After people receive the blessings that
they asked for, very few send back acknowledgments ."
"How does one acknowledge God's blessings?" I asked."Simple," the angel answered. Just say, "Thank you, Lord.""What blessings should they acknowledge?" I asked.
"If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roofoverhead and a place to sleep you are richer than 75% of this world.
"If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy ."
"And if you get this on your own computer, you are part of the 1% in the world who has that opportunity."
"Also ......
" If you woke up this morning with more health than illness... you are more blessed than the many who will not even survive this day"
"If you have never experienced the fear in battle, the lonelinessof imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of are ahead of 700 million people in the world."
"If you can attend a holy place without the fear of harassment, arrest,
torture or death you are envied by, and more blessed than, three billion people in the world ."
"If your parents are still alive and still married are very rare ."
"If you can hold your head up and smile, you are not the norm, you're unique to all those in doubt and despair."
Ok, what now? How can I start?
If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that
someone was thinking of you as very special and you are more blessed
than over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.
Have a good day, count your blessings, and if you want, pass this along to
remind everyone else how blessed we all are."
Acknowledge Dept.: "Thank you Lord, for giving me the abilityto share this message and for giving me so many wonderful people to share it with."

Weakness = More powerful

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a car accident. The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. "Sensei," the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?""This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied. Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.
Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt,
The referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened." No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match.Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind. "Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"
"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered."First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second,the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."
The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
moral of the story- Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, for the circumstances and our self for it, but we never know that our weakness can become our strength one day. Each of us is special and important in this world, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!

We are so blessed

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million who will not survive the week.
If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of imprisonment, the agony of torture or the pains of starvation, you are ahead of 500 million people around the world.
If you can express your beliefs without fear of harassment, arrest, torture, or death, you are more blessed that almost three billion people in the world.
If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof over your head and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.
If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the worlds wealthy.
If your parents are still married and alive, you are very, very rare.
If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.
If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the shoulder, you are blessed because you can offer God's healing touch.
If you can read this message, you are more blessed than over two billion people in the world that cannot read anything at all.

The ultimate lover story

The story everyone will enjoy..... for sure
Ultimate Love Story..... It was a lovely December morning in the hottest city in the world. All right, so that was a little unfair. Chennai is not the hottest city in the world. But it certainly is the city with the most uncomfortable weather among the cities that I have lived in. And I've been around. But I digress.
I was in the company bus on my way to work, as usual trying to catch up with my sleep. On this particular day, a girl got on the bus, came to my seat and sat down. "Good Morning," she said. I looked back at her through half closed eyes, replied "Good Night," and then proceeded to return to my half hour nap before the bus reached the office. Unfortunately, I was woken up by a punch in the arm.
"Wake up, bozo!" She was looking at me with a big smile on her face. "I'm not sitting next to you to listen to you snore."
Half-heartedly, I opened my eyes and turned to her. "What's up?" I asked.
Preeti Mehra was tall, good-looking and slightly tomboyish. She was also my best buddy. "Come on," she said. "Don't look so disappointed. You'd rather sleep than talk to me?"
"I talk to you everyday, Preeti."
"You also sleep everyday."
"It's not enough."
"So you've had enough of talking to me, eh?"
You can't argue with a statement like that, so I had to give up. I grinned and said, "OK, sweetheart. What's on your mind?"
"I wanted to tell you what happened yesterday. Can you guess?"
"Anurag called you last night."
"How did you know?" She was stunned.
"Oh, he asked me for your number yesterday."
"And you gave it to him?"
"What else could I do? And stop complaining. You've been drooling over him for weeks now. He must have thought he had a chance."
Preeti was the kind of girl who would openly ogle at every other guy she saw. And yet, she would not respond to any advances of a romantic nature. She'd happily join a group of boys to go to a cricket match, but if asked out to a movie, dinner, or even coffee, she'd never say yes. She defined 'Hard-To-Get'.
"You like putting me in these situations, don't you?" she said.
"No. That's not true. I love putting you in these situations!"
That invited another punch in the arm.
I had known Preeti for a year. We'd tell each other about our joys and our sorrows, our victories and our defeats. I'd tell her about all my crushes and she'd scold me for being silly. She'd drag me to classical music concerts and I'd add them to the list of things she 'owed me' for. And though I never let it show, I must say that she punched pretty hard.
~*~ It was 12:00 am and my phone was ringing. "Hello," I said, as I picked it up.
"Happy Birthday!" It was she.
"You're supposed to throw me a surprise party, sweetheart. Not just call to say Happy Birthday."
"Well then open your door, dumbo!"
So I did and found her, cell-phone in hand, at my doorstep -- with what seemed like half the population of my company. My roommates were supposed to be working late that night. Now I knew why. I blew a lot of candles (seemed like much more than 25), cut my cake, got kicked in the behind, and got painted with the cake's icing. If Preeti had had her way, she'd probably have preferred to use a paintbrush and a can of paint. But I bribed her with a copy of the book "Lord of the Rings". She'd borrowed it from me three times already. I thought it was about time I gave her a copy for herself.
We chatted for an hour after everyone had gone. "I think it's time I left," she said finally, trying to stifle a yawn. I nodded. I dropped her home in my roommate's car. As she was getting out of the car, I stopped her.
"Hey, Preeti."
"Hey, don't get senti on me now!" she smiled. "Are you trying to worm out of that gift you promised me?"
"You know, it's interesting how I'm getting you a gift on my birthday."
"That's just because you're stupid," she grinned. "And you better get me that book, or I won't return your copy."
"Hey, that copy was a gift to me from my dear friend Preeti Mehra. I can't let you keep that."
She wasn't falling for that. "Your dear friend? And what about me? Am I not dear to you?"
"Very smart. That won't work with me. I'm not one of your Love Crazy suitors. Why do you need the book anyway? You've read it umpteen times already."
"That is besides the point. You are getting me the book. We both know that." She smiled that wide confident smile of hers. "Good night." And she got out of the car.
I sat there for some time, just thinking. Our conversations were always like this - a little joking, a little teasing and a lot of demanding. But somehow, I felt that something had changed since the moment she had turned up at my door that night. I was still in my reverie when a paper ball landed on the windshield. I craned my neck out of the window and looked up. She was standing in her balcony.
"What are you still doing there?" she whispered loudly.
"Waiting for you to start a paper-ball fight," I whispered back.
"We can do that tomorrow. Go home now. It's way past your bedtime!"
"Ok, mommy," I grinned back. "I'm going home now!"
~*~ I'm an extravagant gift-giver, and it is definitely going to be my downfall some day. I made her wait for it, but finally bought her the book. That, and half-a-dozen other omnibus collections of various authors, including a copy each of `The Complete Works of Shakespeare' and `The Complete Short Stories of Charles Dickens'. All I got for it was an "I told you so."
I started spending a lot of time at her place after that. Mostly because I wanted to read all those books, and she wouldn't lend them to me. "I'm not as stupid as you, ape-man. I'm not falling into the same trap I laid for you. Plus, you dog-ear your books. You're not doing that to these masterpieces. So if you want to read them, you read them here. And if you want to mark your place, use a bookmark." So that's what I did. She'd even make me wash my hands before I touched the books. It was as if they were sacred. "Need I remind you that it was me that bought you the books in the first place? For my birthday!" "So? They're mine now." "Well, then. I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time. Where exactly is my birthday gift?" "It was in your tummy at one point of time. It's probably been washed into the sea by now." "Huh?" "Remember the cake I baked you on your birthday?" "You what? You can't bake cakes!" That was a mistake. She looked hurt. "You baked me a cake?" She didn't say a word. She just shrugged. I was stunned. "But you never told me." "You didn't ask." That was typical of her. "It was fantastic! And you wasted most of the icing on me!" "The cake was for you, dumbo." "How long did it take you to make the whole thing?" It had been a two-layered vanilla-chocolate cake with three flavors of very creamy icing. She had done all that! "Well, the chocolate cake took an hour and fifteen minutes, and so did the vanilla. Then cutting them up and putting them together took another 15 minutes. Each flavor of icing took 20 minutes for preparation, and then putting it on the cake took another half hour. Cleaning up the mess took an hour." She seldom claimed the credit for anything, but once she started bragging, there was no stopping her. However, I wasn't thinking about that right then. "You spent over five hours on that cake?" "A little over four hours preparing it, and an hour cleaning up. Yes." I was speechless. I didn't know how to react. She hated cooking. "I forgot to mention," she continued, "the hours I spent the week before that, practicing. Even the birds wouldn't touch the first three cakes!" I couldn't help but ask. "Why?" "Because the first one got burnt, the second one was only half cooked, and in the third one, I forgot to add sugar." It was just like her, to try to divert the conversation. "I mean why did you spend so much time on baking me a cake?" She looked at me like I'd asked her why the sun rises in the east. "For your birthday, stupid. Of course, I also wanted to beat every gift you've ever got me. Try beating this one." She was grinning like she'd won the world championship. As far as I was concerned, she had. I'd never spent a week making her anything. I'd never even spent an hour making her anything. Getting her a gift normally involved me taking her to the store, letting her choose and use my credit card. Suddenly, I felt cheap. "Thanks," was the only thing I could say. "Thanks a lot." "Hey. Are you getting senti on me again?" I was. ~*~ I was still mulling over my feelings for Preeti the next day at work when my boss asked to speak to me. I went over to his cabin and he started with the usual greetings, asking how work was going and whether I was comfortable. He then told me that the company wanted to send me to New York for a couple of years. Normally, this wouldn't have made much of a difference to me. I could work anywhere and didn't have too much love for visiting places foreign. But right then, the first thought that came to me was that I'd be away from Preeti for two whole years. Twenty-four hours before, I'd have been disappointed to lose her company. But right then, I was devastated. That was when I knew I was in love with her. I'd had crushes before. Lots of them. But this was different. "Do you have any problem in going?" my boss asked, since I hadn't responded. "Not really," I replied. What else could I say? That I was in love, and couldn't bear the separation? "When do I have to leave?" I had a month. ~*~ "Wow! New York! Great! I've heard it's a fantastic city! Did you know it snows there in winter?" Preeti was obviously very excited about my going. She didn't seem to share my disappointment on what I now saw as 'separation'. I had not decided then if I was going to tell her how I felt. We'd known each other for a little over a year, and we were very close, but beyond some mild flirting, the relationship had never got even close to romantic. That was, of course, until I found out she had spent a week baking me a cake. It's funny how small things seem to make such a big difference. "What happened?" she asked. "You don't seem very happy." "Oh," I replied, "it's just that it's so sudden, that's all. And you know I was never all that interested in going to America." "What an idiot. Go see the place. I've heard the women there are amazingly beautiful." She had a sly smile on her face. I wanted to tell her I didn't care if I laid my eyes on another woman again, if she wasn't with me. But I didn't. I realized that I only had another month with her. She'd rejected every guy who'd asked her out ever since I'd known her. I didn't want the same to happen to me, and I didn't want to make it awkward between us. I didn't want to risk that month. I wanted it to be the best time I had ever spent with her. After I came back from the US, I might not even get to meet her again. Two years was a long time. We ate out almost every night. We visited some of the best restaurants in the city. She also helped me shop for warm clothes, formalwear, shoes, toothpaste and a million things I'd never have thought of on my own. "You need to buy a nail-cutter." My roommates and I shared one. "I've prepared a list of must-have medicines that you should carry." "Your iron won't work in the US. No point buying one here as you need one that works at a hundred and ten volts and has flat pins. You can buy one at a K-Mart or Wal-Mart as soon as you get there." "You need at least two pairs of formal shoes and at least ten pairs of dark socks. The East Coast has a formal dress code. And you won't do your laundry more than once a week or two." "How many ties do you have? And which trousers do your blazers go with?" "Better get a haircut before you leave from here. Knowing you, you'll postpone the first haircut for too long." She'd call me up at one in the morning to tell me to add 'one more item' to my list. And with every passing day, I was falling more deeply in love with her. The month swept by quickly. The day I was supposed to leave, I asked her to come with me to the airport. "Of course, dumbo. You think I'd let you go just like that, or what?" After packing my bags for me and checking the lists for the hundredth time, she finally pronounced me "Good to go." We reached the airport four hours early to beat the rush, because it was an international flight. She got a visitor's pass to sit in the waiting area while I went ahead and checked-in my bags. Preeti had got a spring balance from somewhere and so we knew my bags were well within the weight limit. I finished the formalities and came to sit with her. We had only a few hours before I had to go for my security-check. We decided to get something to eat at the food court. And all the time, the one thing that was going through my head was that, after this, I wouldn't see her for at least another two years. "Hey, Champ. Why so glum?" She saved 'Champ' for special days. Normally, it was just 'dumbo', 'bozo', 'ape-man', 'matchstick man', 'weirdo', or if she was very irritated with me, 'nutcase'. "I don't want to go," I said. "I don't want you to go either." "No, you don't understand." I couldn't hold it in any longer. "I can't stand the thought of living without you by my side." She stared at me. There was a strange look in her eyes. I couldn't read it. "I am madly in love with you, Preeti." At this, a sound escaped her lips that sounded like a cross between a sob and a laugh. "Well, dumbo, you've picked an absolutely fabulous time to tell me about it!" A tear escaped her eyes. It was all I could do to stop myself from wiping it off her cheeks. "How long have you felt this way?" She seemed amused, though she was definitely crying. I didn't know what to make of it. "From the day I found out you had baked me a cake." She laughed. "That's all it took? Well, bozo, I guess a way to a man's heart is certainly through his stomach! Hold it. A month? You waited a month? You were the one who kept saying that if you really liked a girl you wouldn't waste a day in telling her!" She was smiling widely now. It looked funny, with her eyes all wet. "Well, I was confused. How did I know how you'd react? In fact, I still don't understand your reaction. I thought it would change things between us. You've rejected every guy who ever proposed to you!" "That's because I'm in love with you, you overgrown idiot!" "What?" Somehow, I'd never expected her to say that. She was in love with me? "How long have you been in love with me?" "Ever since the day you offered to carry my suitcase for me." "But that was the first day I met you!" "I guess I was always a sucker for chivalry." "All this time you've been in love with me and you never said anything! Then you go and complain that I waited a month!" "You guys are so bad at reading a girl's mind." "You women are so good at keeping your thoughts a secret! Even Einstein couldn't figure you out." "Einstein was a nerd. Casanova, on the other hand, understood us very well." "I love you." "I know." That moment, my dear friends, was magic. I looked into her eyes and took her hands in mine. Physical contact for us had been limited, until then, to a punch in the arm, a slap on the back of the head, or giving each other a 'high five'. "You realize, don't you," she said, "that this is our first date?" Leave it to her to notice the little things. "I really don't want to go." I'd always maintained that love is a bucketful of emotions. I wasn't exactly delighted to be proved right. "Don't worry. I'm coming there in a couple of months." "How? On a dependent visa?" She laughed. "For that, I'll have to wait, won't I? I've got a project in New Jersey." I couldn't believe my ears. "What? When did that happen? You never even told me!" "Well, I wasn't sure you'd propose before you left. And I couldn't exactly sacrifice you to those New York women, could I? I had to watch out for myself. So I went on a project-hunting spree. There is an opportunity coming up for a project in about two months. Someone is coming back to India, so I'll be taking his place. They want me there for a little less than two years." She was beaming. "I realized I had struck gold!" "And if I'd not told you how I felt? When were you planning on telling me about it?" "Around a month before I reached there. I had to make it look natural. Or you'd think I was desperate." "Well, you are desperate!" This was incredible. All I'd done in the past month had been to mope around, listen to sad songs and write her letters that I never intended her to read. "You've been scheming all this while! How come you didn't lay a trap for me a year ago?" "I tried giving you hints, dumbo, but you just wouldn't pay attention!" She was laughing. "You're the only guy I ever spent any time with. Wasn't that a big enough hint?" That was true. She would happily join a group of boys to go to a cricket match, but I now realized, only if I was one of them. "What if I had rejected you?" I was extremely flattered that she'd been crazy about me for a year. My ego was swelling. "You must be kidding!" she was clearly amused. "I get proposed to every few days. You are the one who's been rejected more times in the last year than I can count on two pairs of hands!" She really knew how to burst my bubble. "Hey," she said softly, "don't look so dejected. I said 'Yes', didn't I?" I grinned. "Yes, you did. And you've made me a very happy man. But you know what would make me even happier?" "What?" "If you learn to cook as good as you bake cakes." So she punched me in the arm again.


Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One manwas allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to helpdrain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's onlywindow. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives andfamilies, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the militaryservice, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, hewould pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things hecould see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periodswhere his world would be broadenedand enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans playedon the water while childrensailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidstflowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could beseen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, theman on the other side of theroom would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passingby. Although the other man couldn't hear the band -- he could see it.In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it withdescriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bringwater for their baths only to findthe lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully inhis sleep. She was saddened andcalled the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could bemoved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, andafter making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take hisfirst look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn tolook out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceasedroommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see thewall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy,despite our own situations. Sharedgrief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have thatmoney can't buy.

Twenty Dollars

A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked. "Who would like this $20 bill?"
Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you - but first, let me do this."
He proceeded to crumple the 20 dollar note up. He then asked. "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air.
"Well," he replied, "what if I do this?" He dropped it on theground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?"
Still the hands went into the air.
"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. Nomatter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless; but no matter what happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.
Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are stillpriceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes, not in what we do or who we know, but by ...WHO WE ARE.
You are special - don't ever forget it."
Author Unknown

True love

There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. Thisromantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.
Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his futuredidn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, hisgirl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She alsotold him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, sothey went their own ways there and then...
Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, heworked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to makesomething out of himself.
Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had setup his own company..
You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy wasdriving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walkingto some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. Itdidn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents.
With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple,wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know thathe wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc. Hemade it! What he saw next confusedhim, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of hiscar and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smilingsweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranesrightbeside her...
Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained,she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She hadbelieved that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be hisobstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to, doesn'tmean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents toput his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fatebrings him to her again...he can take some of thoseback with him...
Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind mayescape but what's in your heart will remain forever.
The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting rightbeside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her everagain.........hope you understand.


In the name of God who has not begotten,nor has begotten. The hermit Tanzan and a younger hermit were travelling, when they saw a beautiful young women unable to cross the river. Tanzan immediately offered and helped the woman by carrying her across the river. Tanzan and the young hermit continued on their journey, but after some time the young hermit could not stand it anymore. He said "as hermits we must abstain from desires of the flesh, yet you were so physically close to that young woman. Why did you do that?" Tanzan replied, "I already put her down at the river. Are you still carrying her?"

Tracks and childern

In the name of God who has put love and mercy among our hearts ( verily in that are signs for who reflect )
A group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the rest on the operational track.
The train is coming, and you are just beside the track interchange. You can make the train change its course to the disused track and save most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way?
Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make................
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Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child. You might think the same way, I guess. Exactly, I thought the same way initially because to save most of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally. But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place?
Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was. This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are. The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.
The great critic Leo Velski Julian who told the story said he would not try to change the course of the train because he believed that the kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train's sirens. If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe. If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids.
While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right one.
"Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right."
Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils.

To sons and daughters

Parents - a touching story
When the son came back, the mother immediately ate the food without aword.She stared at him. The son took a taste on his mother's food andspitted out immediately. He ranted at his wife," Didn't I told you thatmymother cannot take too salty food?!" The wife shouted,"OK!She's your mum! You cook for her in future!"
After saying that, she stormed into their room angrily.Feeling helpless,the son told the mother,"Mum, don't eat this anymore. I will cook you abowl of noodles."
The mother said, "Son, you have something to tell me? Don't keepeverything to yourself."
Son:"Mum, I am going to get promoted soon and my upcoming workingschedule will be very, very tight...and as for my wife...ummm...she saidshe will be going out to work...."
The mother understood what he meant and said in a begging manner,"Son,please don't send me to the Old Folks' Home.." The son remained silentand tried to think of a good reason to persuade her mother.
Then he said," There is nothing wrong with the Old Folks' Home.Once my wife had went out to work, no one will serve you as well as theHome which provides you meals and care. It woulddefinitely do much better than being at home."
The son went for a bath after that and went into the Study Room.He looked out from the windows and thought back and hesitated awhile.... His mother has been remaining as a widow since she was youngwith him, and brought him up painstakingly, solely.
She tried all means to earn as much as she could, in order to supporthim in studying overseas. Yet she expected nothing nor used her pastpainful experience to threaten his son to be filial.
While now, his wife is threatening him with the stake of their marriage.
"Should I send my Mum to the Home?" He asked himself."The only person who will accompany you till the end of your life wouldbe your wife.." said a friend before. "Your mother is in old age now,and if she's lucky, she might be able to live for a few more yearslonger. Why not be filial to her for this period of time? reminded bysome relatives.
He was stuck in a dilemma. He did not want to think anymore, in ordernot to affect his decision.
The son found a Home with high standards, built on a beautiful andtransquil mountain top. He told himself that he would feel much betterwhen the more he spent. When the son helped his mother into the lobby ofthe Home, the 42" TV was turned on. The programme shown on screen was acomedy. But no one was laughing.
A few old folks, dressed similarly in clothing, were sitting there, in adaze. There was one who was sitting improperly on a sofa, there was onewho was bending down to pick up a piece of biscuit from the floor, therewas one who was talking to himself...
The son knew that his mother likes sunlight, so he chose a room withample sun rays shining into the room. By viewing out from the room, wasa big piece of greenery scene. Few nurses were wheeling some old folksout for some fresh air.
It was so pathetic of silence in the background. The sun would stillneed to set down. Soon it was dusk. The son told the mother,"Mum, I amleaving."
The mother waved to him to say goodbye, opening her toothless mouth..
He turned back to look at his mother. She was full of grey hair andwrinkled skin with deep set eyes...
He found that she was really old. He remembered when he was six, due tosome circumstances, his mother cannot bring him along with her thustemporarily placed him at a relative's home for few days. He recalledhugging his mother's thigh and begged her not to leave him alone. In theend, his mother never leave him alone and decide to stay with him.
He stopped thinking and left.
When he returned home, his wife and his mother-in-law were busydiscarding things from his mother's room, happily.One of the discardeditem was his tall trophy which he won as First Prize when he was young.He wrote an essay on "MY MOTHER". The second item discarded was adictionary. That was the first gift from his mother, who scrimped andsaved for a month in order to buy for him.
He shouted,"Enough! Stop discarding anymore!"
His mother-in-law cried," There were so much rubbish. If don't discard,there would not be any place for my stuff.."
His wife continued,"Yeah! Need to dump away that old, stinky bed of yourmum too. We will buy a new bed for my mum later,"
He saw some pictures from the stack..they were taken at a zoo andamusement park when his mother brought him there.
"These are precious belongings of my Mum! You can't discard them!"
"What sort of attitude is this? I demand you to apologise to my MumNOW!" ranted the wife.
The husband said," When I got married with you, that showed that I willlove your Mum too. But why can't you do the same too?"
He went back to the Home and saw his mother weeping in between her fraillegs. She was missing the moments when her son would apply ointment forher every night...
The son kneeled before her and said,"Mum, here I come. I brought theointment too." The mother said," I will apply it myself, Son! You stillneed to work tomorrow. Go home, Son!" Son said,"Mum, please forgive me!
Let's go home!"
Hope this is inspirational and touching to you. Without our parents, wewon't be here. No parents will resort to harm their own children. Theyonly want the benefits for them.
For Daughters & Sons: Please remember to return gratitude to your dadsand mums.
For Daughter-In-Laws & Sons-In-Laws: Please love your in laws as you didto your parents, becasuse without them, you will not find yourpartners...they are parents too..
To everyone - its not about sending them away. even for those who arekeeping them at home and treating them like they never existed.
From today : Go wish them every morning & Thank them for bringing you tothis world.
For what ever you do to them , you will receive in 2 folds back + bonus!!!! Cos you have kids too and they are watching you.
Wife / Husband can leave you and go but Mum / Dad is a bond for life. Nomatter how bad you treat them they - Mum / Dad will still love you.
Treat badly yr wife / husband, see what happens? Then you will know howgood the sofa is ?


A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way.
In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son.He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. 'Jack, did you hear me?'
'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.
'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him. 'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said. 'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said. 'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,' Jack said. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture... Jack stopped suddenly. 'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked. 'The box is gone,' he said. 'What box?' Mom asked.
'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'' Jack said. It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'
It had been about two weeks since Mr Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,' the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. 'Mr Harold Belser' it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside. 'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life'. A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved: 'Jack, Thanks for your time! – Harold Belser.'
'The thing he valued most was... my time'
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. 'Why?' Janet, his assistant asked. 'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said. 'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!' 'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.'
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true. 1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you. 2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
4. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep. 5. You mean the world to someone. 6. If not for you, someone may not be living. 7. You are special and unique. 8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you THINK POSITIVE AND HAVE FAITH, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it. 10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. 12. Always remember the compliments you receive. Forget about the rude remarks.
13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy. 14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.
Send this letter to all the people you care about. If you do so, you will certainly brighten someone's day and might change their perspective on life... for the better.
To everyone I send this to 'Thanks for your time!'


THEN I KNOW MY PLACE IN YOUR LIFE "Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle"


In the name of God who granted us today.
The good ol' days of tomorrow are the memories we're making today. In the road we choose to follow and the people we meet on our way. We can find the joy we are seeking if we'll just stop and say:
Thank you God for today and for all the hope it brings.Thank you God for showing me we can all live like kingsIf we'll only stop and see you in everyday things.
The birds sings so sweetly, but we just rush right by.We can't stop to listen, it just takes too much time.Then one day we wake up and findThe birds will no longer singAnd we long for their song like the blossoms wait for the Spring.
Take the time today to tell someone how you feel. It's not too late so what are you waiting for?You've got life and love if you'll only open your eyes,And thank the One who gave us the moon and the stars.

Promise yourself

Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person you meet. To make all your friends feel like there is something in them. To look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. To think only of the best, to work only for the best, and expect only the best. To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as you are about your own. To forget the mistakes of the past and press on the greater achievements of the future. To wear a cheerful countenance at all times and give every living person you meet a smile. To give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, and too strong for fear, and to happy to permit the presence of trouble.

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Letter from God

To: YOU Date: TODAY From: GOD Subject: YOURSELF Reference: LI FE
This is God. Today I will be handling All of your problems for you. I do Not need your help. So, have a nice day. I love you.
P.S. And, remember... If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.

Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
Should you decide to send this to another slave; Thank you. You may have touched their life in ways you will never know!

Now, you have a nice day. God
God has seen you struggling, God says it's over. A blessing is coming your way.

Think out of the box

Very very Impressive Questions and Answers..... ...
Question 1: You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night, it's raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for a bus:
An old lady who looks as if she is about to die. An old friend who once saved your life. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.
Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that there could only be one passenger in your car?
This is a moral/ethical dilemma that was once actually used as part of a job application.
* You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you should save her first; * or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this would be the perfect chance to ! pay him back. * However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.
The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming up with his answer. Guess what was his answer? : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : ::
He simply answered:
"I would give the car keys to my Old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams."
Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to "Think Outside of the Box."
Question 2: What will you do if I run away with your sister?" : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : ::: : : : : ::
The candidate who was selected answered " I will not get a better match for my sister than you sir"
Question 3: Interviewer (to a student girl candidate) - What is one morning you woke up & found that you were pregnant. : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
Girl - I will be very excited and take an off, to celebrate with my husband.
Normally an unmarried girl will be shocked to hear this, but she managed it well. Why I should think it in the wrong way, she said later when asked
Question 4: The interviewer asked to the candidate "This is your last question of the interview. Please tell me the exact position of the center of this table where u have kept your files." : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : : :
Candidate confidently put one of his finger at some point at the table and told that this was the central point at the table. Interviewer asked how did u get to know that this being the central point of this table, then he answers quickly that sir u r not likely to ask any more question, as it was the last question that u promised to ask.....
And hence, he was selected as because of his quick-wittedness. ........
This is What Interviewer expects from the Interviewee. ....

There are worse things in life

A father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom wasastonished to see the bed was nicely made andeverything was neat and tidy.
Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed "Dad". With theworst premonition, he opened the envelope and read theletter with trembling hands:-
Dear Dad,It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writingyou, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my newboyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.
I've been finding real passion with Randy and he is sonice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like himtoo - even with all his piercing, tattoos, andmotorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to havethe kid and that we can be very happy together.
Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42isn't so old these days is it? ), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree?
Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns atrailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood forthe whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his ownway. He wants to have many more children with me andthat's now one of my dreams too.
Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll tradeit with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy wewant. In the meantime, we'll pray that science willfind a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!
Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know howto take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be backto visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.
Your loving daughter, Rosie.
At the bottom of the page were the letters " PTO".Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:
PS:Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report cardthat's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it andcall when it is safe for me to come home.
I love you!Your loving daughter,Rosie