HEADSTRONG COMPANION
Once upon a time there lived a Bharunda, a bird with two heads. One day it found a strange fruit on the seashore. It picked it up and started eating it.
The head that was feeding, exclaimed, "Many a sweet fruit tossed by the sea have I eaten, but this beats them all! Is it the fruit of a sandalwood tree or that of the divine parijata?"
Hearing this, the other head asked to taste the fruit, but the first head refused, saying, "We have a common stomach, so there's no need for you to eat it too. I'll give it to our sweetheart, the Bharundi," and with that, it tossed the half-eaten fruit to the female.
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From that day on, the second head carried a grudge against the first and waited for an opportunity to take revenge. One day it found a poison fruit. Picking up the fruit, it said to the first head, "You selfish wretch! See, here's a poison fruit and I'm going to eat it!"
"Don't do that, you fool!" shrieked the first head, "you'll kill us both!"
But the second head would not listen. It consumed the poison and soon the two-headed bird was dead.
—A tale from the Panchatantra
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
44Once upon a time there lived a Bharunda, a bird with two heads. One day it found a strange fruit on the seashore. It picked it up and started eating it.
The head that was feeding, exclaimed, "Many a sweet fruit tossed by the sea have I eaten, but this beats them all! Is it the fruit of a sandalwood tree or that of the divine parijata?"
Hearing this, the other head asked to taste the fruit, but the first head refused, saying, "We have a common stomach, so there's no need for you to eat it too. I'll give it to our sweetheart, the Bharundi," and with that, it tossed the half-eaten fruit to the female.
[IMG]http://dimdima.com/images/story_image/two_headed_bird.jpg[/IMG]
From that day on, the second head carried a grudge against the first and waited for an opportunity to take revenge. One day it found a poison fruit. Picking up the fruit, it said to the first head, "You selfish wretch! See, here's a poison fruit and I'm going to eat it!"
"Don't do that, you fool!" shrieked the first head, "you'll kill us both!"
But the second head would not listen. It consumed the poison and soon the two-headed bird was dead.
—A tale from the Panchatantra
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
HABITS
A wealthy man requested an old scholar to wean his son away from his bad habits.
The scholar took the youth for a stroll through a garden. Stopping suddenly he asked the boy to pull out a tiny plant growing there. The youth held the plant between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out.
The old man then asked him to pull out a slightly bigger plant. The youth pulled hard and the plant came out, roots and all.
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"Now pull out that one," said the old man pointing to a bush. The boy had to use all his strength to pull it out.
"Now take this one out," said the old man, indicating a guava tree. The youth grasped the trunk and tried to pull it out. But it would not budge.
"I – It's impossible," said the boy, panting with the effort.
"So it is with bad habits," said the sage. "When they are young it is easy to pull them out but when they take hold they cannot be uprooted."
The session with the old man changed the boy's life.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
A wealthy man requested an old scholar to wean his son away from his bad habits.
The scholar took the youth for a stroll through a garden. Stopping suddenly he asked the boy to pull out a tiny plant growing there. The youth held the plant between his thumb and forefinger and pulled it out.
The old man then asked him to pull out a slightly bigger plant. The youth pulled hard and the plant came out, roots and all.
[IMG]http://dimdima.com/images/story_image/wise.gif[/IMG]
"Now pull out that one," said the old man pointing to a bush. The boy had to use all his strength to pull it out.
"Now take this one out," said the old man, indicating a guava tree. The youth grasped the trunk and tried to pull it out. But it would not budge.
"I – It's impossible," said the boy, panting with the effort.
"So it is with bad habits," said the sage. "When they are young it is easy to pull them out but when they take hold they cannot be uprooted."
The session with the old man changed the boy's life.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
Dear Friends
The following Small story will explain us that If we hurt others it will obviously hurt us. So we should not hurt others.
One night a snake while it was looking for food, entered a carpenter’s workshop.
The carpenter, who was a rather untidy man, had left several of his tools lying on the floor. One of them was a saw. As the snake went round and round the shop, he climbed over the saw, which gave the snake a little cut.
At once, thinking that the saw was attacking him, the snake turned around and bit it so hard that snake's mouth started to bleed. This made the snake very angry. The snake attacked again and again until the saw was covered with blood and seemed to be dead.
Dying from his own wounds, the snake decided to give one last hard bite then turned away. The next morning the carpenter was surprised to find a dead snake on his doorstep.
Lesson to Learn:
Sometimes in trying to hurt others, we only hurt ourselves...
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
The following Small story will explain us that If we hurt others it will obviously hurt us. So we should not hurt others.
One night a snake while it was looking for food, entered a carpenter’s workshop.
The carpenter, who was a rather untidy man, had left several of his tools lying on the floor. One of them was a saw. As the snake went round and round the shop, he climbed over the saw, which gave the snake a little cut.
At once, thinking that the saw was attacking him, the snake turned around and bit it so hard that snake's mouth started to bleed. This made the snake very angry. The snake attacked again and again until the saw was covered with blood and seemed to be dead.
Dying from his own wounds, the snake decided to give one last hard bite then turned away. The next morning the carpenter was surprised to find a dead snake on his doorstep.
Lesson to Learn:
Sometimes in trying to hurt others, we only hurt ourselves...
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
Story Time - Heart of a Mouse
An ancient Indian Fable
Heart Of A Mouse
A mouse was in constant distress because of its fear of the cat.
A magician took pity on it and turned it into a cat.
But then it became afraid of the dog.
So the magician turned it into a dog.
Then it began to fear the panther, so the magician turned it into a panther.
Whereupon it was full of fear for the hunter.
At this point, the magician gave up.
He turned it into a mouse again saying,
"Nothing I do for you is going to be of any help because you have the heart of a mouse."
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
An ancient Indian Fable
Heart Of A Mouse
A mouse was in constant distress because of its fear of the cat.
A magician took pity on it and turned it into a cat.
But then it became afraid of the dog.
So the magician turned it into a dog.
Then it began to fear the panther, so the magician turned it into a panther.
Whereupon it was full of fear for the hunter.
At this point, the magician gave up.
He turned it into a mouse again saying,
"Nothing I do for you is going to be of any help because you have the heart of a mouse."
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
DON'T ACT LIKE AN ELEPHANT!
By Fran Briggs
In India, elephants are used for manual labor. When an elephant is small and weighs approximately 200 pounds, it is securely tied with a heavy-duty rope. In between 'jobs' the elephant tries to break through its limitation. The calf whines, tugs, and even tries to chew through the rope-but it is unable to break free.
Finally, the elephant gives up its will and accepts his circumstances. The elephant believes there is absolutely no chance to free himself and overcome his limitation. In doing so, he misses out on his defining moment.
A defining moment is the exact moment one adopts or accepts a new belief that drastically transforms their life. They accept this new belief as a new truth, regardless if it is true or not. Because the brain accepts repetition of thought and deduction as 'the truth,' the rope reigns sovereign not only in the calf's immediate environment, but in his mind as well.
With this belief deeply embedded in the elephant's mind, his handler came up with an ingenious idea to permanently dis-empower him. He realized all that was needed was to tie the four-ton animal up with extremely small ropes and he would remain tied. You see in the elephant's mind, any size rope would keep him securely confined.
Don't act like an elephant. Size up and break through the confining ropes in your mind. When you're faced with change, change your perspective. When you're overwhelmed with something new; change your view. Use affirmations, to eradicate limitations and nothing will be impossible for you!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Fran Briggs is the founder of the F. Briggs Group, Personal Growth Facilitators. She is the author of several books and over 300 articles including, "Set Yourself Up for Success!" Ms. Briggs is a "motivational speaker of the inspirational kind." She speaks to audiences of children and adults of all ages and backgrounds, with the aim of inspiring them to their respective levels of greatness.
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
By Fran Briggs
In India, elephants are used for manual labor. When an elephant is small and weighs approximately 200 pounds, it is securely tied with a heavy-duty rope. In between 'jobs' the elephant tries to break through its limitation. The calf whines, tugs, and even tries to chew through the rope-but it is unable to break free.
Finally, the elephant gives up its will and accepts his circumstances. The elephant believes there is absolutely no chance to free himself and overcome his limitation. In doing so, he misses out on his defining moment.
A defining moment is the exact moment one adopts or accepts a new belief that drastically transforms their life. They accept this new belief as a new truth, regardless if it is true or not. Because the brain accepts repetition of thought and deduction as 'the truth,' the rope reigns sovereign not only in the calf's immediate environment, but in his mind as well.
With this belief deeply embedded in the elephant's mind, his handler came up with an ingenious idea to permanently dis-empower him. He realized all that was needed was to tie the four-ton animal up with extremely small ropes and he would remain tied. You see in the elephant's mind, any size rope would keep him securely confined.
Don't act like an elephant. Size up and break through the confining ropes in your mind. When you're faced with change, change your perspective. When you're overwhelmed with something new; change your view. Use affirmations, to eradicate limitations and nothing will be impossible for you!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Fran Briggs is the founder of the F. Briggs Group, Personal Growth Facilitators. She is the author of several books and over 300 articles including, "Set Yourself Up for Success!" Ms. Briggs is a "motivational speaker of the inspirational kind." She speaks to audiences of children and adults of all ages and backgrounds, with the aim of inspiring them to their respective levels of greatness.
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
Subject - Re: STORIES.... STORIES...... STORIES: CRK’s Desk hi crk marvellous, keep posting. regards prasanta
From India, Calcutta
From India, Calcutta
I came across this story: Hope, can get the moral of the story…
Dear all
Hope you could have come to one conclusion that I can also copy from someone
Enjoy the story
TIME TO FLY FROM THE NEST
By Michael T. Smith
Ginny and I sat on the deck, like we do a lot, and watched the world flow by. A robin flew into the tree in the yard. It had a twig its mouth.
"Looks like they're building a nest." Ginny said.
"I think you're right." I watched the robin select a perfect spot and thread the branch into position. A second robin with a twig joined the first.
Throughout the next few days, we watched the mates work together to construct a resting place for their soon-to- be-laid eggs. The nest was completed. A few days later, momma bird settled into her new home. They two parents took turns warming the eggs, always aware of the needs of the other and their precious charge. Each knew the other needed nourishment and the eggs needed warmth. It was a perfect partnership.
Every hour or less, the two robins traded places keeping the eggs safe, while the other flew off in search of warmth. The rains fell. At night, the temperatures dropped below freezing, but the two robins, who chose a safe position for their nest, stuck by their eggs. They knew their duties. The wind blew; the tree rocked; and the robins held tight. The eggs would not fall on their watch.
A week or two later, Ginny and I watched as they carried worms to the newly hatched babies. Again, they took turns, sacrificing their own needs for the babies God blessed them with. We watched three little beaks rise above the rim of the nest, and reach for Mom or Dad, as they delivered their meals.
One morning I sat, drank my tea and read a book. The morning sun warmed me. The day was peaceful. No one stirred. I heard a bird chirp in front of me. I looked up. No bird was in sight. It chirped again.
"OK! I hear you, but where are you?"
I stood. The yard was empty. The chirping stopped. I gave the yard one more look, scratched my head, and sat to read. Out of the corner of my eye, I detected movement. One of the young robins hoped over my foot, chirped, and looked up at me. Little white baby feathers stuck out from the side of its face and head. It looked like a bad feather day for this one.
"Hey, little fella. Did you make the big leap?"
"Chirp!"
"Really?" I asked. "Is that all you have to say?"
"Chirp!"
I moved. Little robin hopped to the safety of a small bush by the fence.
"So that's where you've been hiding!"
He peeked out at me from behind the thorny branches.
"Chirp!"
I left him or her alone and went inside. Later, I went outside and there were two of the babies on the patio. Only one remained in the nest. It sat on the edge of the nest, chirped for his siblings, but they were gone. Mom and Dad followed their two coup-flying offspring around the yard. They no longer pushed worms between the baby's beaks. They put the worms beside them. The hungry young needed to learn how to satisfy their hunger, pick up the worms and feed themselves. In the nest, the last of the family sat and continued to chirp for its dinner. I watched it for another day. Momma and Daddy flew to a branch close to the nest with a tasty worm dangling from their beaks. The last baby chirped and watched its parent fly off with dinner.
"Chirp! My dinner?"
It sat at the edge of the nest and cried out for food, but Mom and Dad refused. It hopped around the edge of the nest, leaned forward, flapped its wings, chirped hesitated, and settled back in the nest. It cried for food, but none came. Momma and Poppa had worms. They dangled them in front of their baby. Momma flew off. Hunger took over. Baby jumped to the edge of the nest. Its fear was a smaller power than its hunger. It balanced, looked at the ground, spread its young wings and leaped toward momma on the ground. Nature taught it to flap and fly. Its heart raced as the ground gently came up to greet it. Momma rewarded its effort with the food it so badly wanted.
Robins, who mate for life, have many lessons to teach: a life devoted to their mate, commitment to family, and the ability to look at their children and say,
"Life has many worms. If you want yours, you need to fly.
You need to know when it is time to fly from the nest."
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
Dear all
Hope you could have come to one conclusion that I can also copy from someone
Enjoy the story
TIME TO FLY FROM THE NEST
By Michael T. Smith
Ginny and I sat on the deck, like we do a lot, and watched the world flow by. A robin flew into the tree in the yard. It had a twig its mouth.
"Looks like they're building a nest." Ginny said.
"I think you're right." I watched the robin select a perfect spot and thread the branch into position. A second robin with a twig joined the first.
Throughout the next few days, we watched the mates work together to construct a resting place for their soon-to- be-laid eggs. The nest was completed. A few days later, momma bird settled into her new home. They two parents took turns warming the eggs, always aware of the needs of the other and their precious charge. Each knew the other needed nourishment and the eggs needed warmth. It was a perfect partnership.
Every hour or less, the two robins traded places keeping the eggs safe, while the other flew off in search of warmth. The rains fell. At night, the temperatures dropped below freezing, but the two robins, who chose a safe position for their nest, stuck by their eggs. They knew their duties. The wind blew; the tree rocked; and the robins held tight. The eggs would not fall on their watch.
A week or two later, Ginny and I watched as they carried worms to the newly hatched babies. Again, they took turns, sacrificing their own needs for the babies God blessed them with. We watched three little beaks rise above the rim of the nest, and reach for Mom or Dad, as they delivered their meals.
One morning I sat, drank my tea and read a book. The morning sun warmed me. The day was peaceful. No one stirred. I heard a bird chirp in front of me. I looked up. No bird was in sight. It chirped again.
"OK! I hear you, but where are you?"
I stood. The yard was empty. The chirping stopped. I gave the yard one more look, scratched my head, and sat to read. Out of the corner of my eye, I detected movement. One of the young robins hoped over my foot, chirped, and looked up at me. Little white baby feathers stuck out from the side of its face and head. It looked like a bad feather day for this one.
"Hey, little fella. Did you make the big leap?"
"Chirp!"
"Really?" I asked. "Is that all you have to say?"
"Chirp!"
I moved. Little robin hopped to the safety of a small bush by the fence.
"So that's where you've been hiding!"
He peeked out at me from behind the thorny branches.
"Chirp!"
I left him or her alone and went inside. Later, I went outside and there were two of the babies on the patio. Only one remained in the nest. It sat on the edge of the nest, chirped for his siblings, but they were gone. Mom and Dad followed their two coup-flying offspring around the yard. They no longer pushed worms between the baby's beaks. They put the worms beside them. The hungry young needed to learn how to satisfy their hunger, pick up the worms and feed themselves. In the nest, the last of the family sat and continued to chirp for its dinner. I watched it for another day. Momma and Daddy flew to a branch close to the nest with a tasty worm dangling from their beaks. The last baby chirped and watched its parent fly off with dinner.
"Chirp! My dinner?"
It sat at the edge of the nest and cried out for food, but Mom and Dad refused. It hopped around the edge of the nest, leaned forward, flapped its wings, chirped hesitated, and settled back in the nest. It cried for food, but none came. Momma and Poppa had worms. They dangled them in front of their baby. Momma flew off. Hunger took over. Baby jumped to the edge of the nest. Its fear was a smaller power than its hunger. It balanced, looked at the ground, spread its young wings and leaped toward momma on the ground. Nature taught it to flap and fly. Its heart raced as the ground gently came up to greet it. Momma rewarded its effort with the food it so badly wanted.
Robins, who mate for life, have many lessons to teach: a life devoted to their mate, commitment to family, and the ability to look at their children and say,
"Life has many worms. If you want yours, you need to fly.
You need to know when it is time to fly from the nest."
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
MIND CONTROL
There was a young student-archer who reached such proficiency in his art that he could shoot an arrow into a tree and then cleave that arrow into two with the next shot. He began to boast that he was a greater archer than his guru.
One day his guru, a venerable old man in his 70's, asked the youth to accompany him on a trip across the hills. The journey was uneventful until they came to a deep chasm.
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A single log spanned the chasm. The guru walked down to the centre of the log, unshouldered his bow and taking an arrow shot it into a tree on the other side. His next shot cleaved the first arrow into two.
"Now it's your turn," he said, walking back to where his student was standing.
The youth stepped gingerly on the log and very slowly and carefully made his way to the middle. But his heart was in his mouth. He knew that if he lost his footing, he would plunge to his death. His hands trembled as he strung an arrow into his bow. Preoccupied with the danger he was in, he found it hard to focus on the target. Consequently when he let go of the arrow, it missed the tree altogether. Whimpering, he turned around.
"Help me!" he shouted to his guru. "I'll fall!"
The old man walked up to him, took his hand and stepping backwards led him to safety. Neither of them said a word on the return journey but the boy had much to think about. He had realised that to be a master of his art it was not enough to know how to control the bow, he had to learn how to control his mind too.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
There was a young student-archer who reached such proficiency in his art that he could shoot an arrow into a tree and then cleave that arrow into two with the next shot. He began to boast that he was a greater archer than his guru.
One day his guru, a venerable old man in his 70's, asked the youth to accompany him on a trip across the hills. The journey was uneventful until they came to a deep chasm.
[img]http://dimdima.com/images/story_image/truth.jpg[/img]
A single log spanned the chasm. The guru walked down to the centre of the log, unshouldered his bow and taking an arrow shot it into a tree on the other side. His next shot cleaved the first arrow into two.
"Now it's your turn," he said, walking back to where his student was standing.
The youth stepped gingerly on the log and very slowly and carefully made his way to the middle. But his heart was in his mouth. He knew that if he lost his footing, he would plunge to his death. His hands trembled as he strung an arrow into his bow. Preoccupied with the danger he was in, he found it hard to focus on the target. Consequently when he let go of the arrow, it missed the tree altogether. Whimpering, he turned around.
"Help me!" he shouted to his guru. "I'll fall!"
The old man walked up to him, took his hand and stepping backwards led him to safety. Neither of them said a word on the return journey but the boy had much to think about. He had realised that to be a master of his art it was not enough to know how to control the bow, he had to learn how to control his mind too.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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