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- [Some Useful Tips - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/290175-some-useful-tips-crks-desk.html)
- [Interesting Quotes from Famous Personalities - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/286937-interesting-quotes-famous-personalities-crks-desk.html)
- [Shocking Shock - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/281161-shocking-shock-crks-desk.html)
- [Our Resume - Useful Thread for All Job Seekers - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/284503-our-resume-useful-thread-all-job-seekers-crks-desk.html)
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82This thread is for good, inspirational, motivational, funny, heart-touching stories through collections from friends, emails, blogs, visited websites, etc. Several posts of various stories follow.
Kindly excuse if some stories might already be posted by other members and might be reposted in this thread, maybe due to oversight. If such stories are found, please ignore.
Contributions invited.
Can also visit some of my threads below -
- [Amazing Quotes - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/312447-amazing-quotes-crks-desk.html)
- [HR Library - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/307617-hr-library-crks-desk.html)
- [Attitude - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/277912-attitude-crks-desk.html)
- [Some Useful Tips - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/290175-some-useful-tips-crks-desk.html)
- [Interesting Quotes from Famous Personalities - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/286937-interesting-quotes-famous-personalities-crks-desk.html)
- [Shocking Shock - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/281161-shocking-shock-crks-desk.html)
- [Our Resume - Useful Thread for All Job Seekers - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/284503-our-resume-useful-thread-all-job-seekers-crks-desk.html)
- [Stress Relief Techniques - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/257906-stress-relief-techniques-crks-desk.html)
CRK
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PURE DEVOTION
One day Narada thought that he was the most pious man. The Lord told him to go and see a peasant who was more pious than he. He went. The peasant invoked the name of God when he woke up and when he went to bed; the rest of the day he worked in the fields. Narada did not understand and told the God, "I pray and think of You 24 hours a day, how can you compare him to me?"
The God smiled and told him to take a cup filled to the brim with oil and carry it around the city without spilling a drop. Narada obeyed and came back successfully without spilling a drop. The God asked, "How many times did you think of me?" Narada replied, "Lord, how could I think of You? My mind was concentrated on ensuring that the oil did not spill."
Thus, the God made Narada realize the greatness of the peasant's devotion.
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One day Narada thought that he was the most pious man. The Lord told him to go and see a peasant who was more pious than he. He went. The peasant invoked the name of God when he woke up and when he went to bed; the rest of the day he worked in the fields. Narada did not understand and told the God, "I pray and think of You 24 hours a day, how can you compare him to me?"
The God smiled and told him to take a cup filled to the brim with oil and carry it around the city without spilling a drop. Narada obeyed and came back successfully without spilling a drop. The God asked, "How many times did you think of me?" Narada replied, "Lord, how could I think of You? My mind was concentrated on ensuring that the oil did not spill."
Thus, the God made Narada realize the greatness of the peasant's devotion.
CRK
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PLEASING EVERYONE
One day a man was going to the market with his son and his ass. They met a couple on the way.
"Why walk when you have an ass to ride?" called out the husband, "Seat the boy on the ass."
"I would like that," said the boy, "Help me up, father."
And the father did that willingly.
Soon they met another couple. "How shameful of you!" cried the woman, "Let your father ride, won't he be tired?"
So, the boy got down, and the father rode the ass. Again, they marched on.
"Poor boy," said the next person they met, "Why should the lazy father ride while his son is walking?"
So, the boy got onto the ass too. As they went on, they met some travelers.
"How cruel of them! They are up to kill the poor ass," cried one of the travelers.
Hearing this, the father and the son got down. Now they decided to carry the ass on their shoulders. As they did so, the travelers broke into laughter.
The laughter frightened the ass. It broke free and galloped away.
MORAL: You cannot please everyone
CRK
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PLEASING EVERYONE
One day a man was going to the market with his son and his ass. They met a couple on the way.
"Why walk when you have an ass to ride?" called out the husband, "Seat the boy on the ass."
"I would like that," said the boy, "Help me up, father."
And the father did that willingly.
Soon they met another couple. "How shameful of you!" cried the woman, "Let your father ride, won't he be tired?"
So, the boy got down, and the father rode the ass. Again, they marched on.
"Poor boy," said the next person they met, "Why should the lazy father ride while his son is walking?"
So, the boy got onto the ass too. As they went on, they met some travelers.
"How cruel of them! They are up to kill the poor ass," cried one of the travelers.
Hearing this, the father and the son got down. Now they decided to carry the ass on their shoulders. As they did so, the travelers broke into laughter.
The laughter frightened the ass. It broke free and galloped away.
MORAL: You cannot please everyone
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Long ago, there lived a little boy named Sammy. He was a good boy. He was good in his studies, obedient to his parents, more intelligent than many other boys in his class, and kind to everyone. Grown-ups as well as those junior to Sammy loved him very much. But that aroused jealousy in many other boys who longed to be as loved as Sammy.
Now there was another boy named Timmy who studied in the same class as Sammy. Unlike Sammy, he was not good at studies and always liked to play during school hours. He misbehaved with his parents, bullied his classmates, and even ill-treated Sammy. He always tried to put Sammy down and belittled him before other kids in the class. But no matter what he did, Sammy's grades kept getting better and better. Whether in studies or in sports or from his classmates, Sammy kept getting accolades from everywhere.
On his eighth birthday, Sammy got a nice pen as a gift from his parents. He brought it to school so that he could use it to take down the notes of the lectures that the teachers gave in class. This was a very beautiful pen and it could help one write very fast. When Timmy saw it, he was very jealous of Sammy. He asked Sammy,
"Hey, where did you get that? Did you buy it?"
"My parents gave it as a birthday gift to me," replied Sammy.
Timmy was overwhelmed with anger and jealousy. The bad boy that he was, he rarely got any present from his parents. He decided to steal Sammy's pen. During recess, when everyone had gone out from the class, Timmy opened Sammy's bag and took out his pen. Then he hid it inside his bag and went out to have his tiffin.
When Sammy came back and could not find his pen, he informed his class teacher about it. There was a hunt for the missing pen, and the class teacher ordered the class monitor to search the bag of every child inside the class. The missing pen was soon found out of Timmy's bag, and the furious teacher asked the errant boy,
"Now Timmy, what do you have to say about it?"
Timmy was in tears. He had nothing to say.
When Sammy saw Timmy cry, he took pity on the boy. The kind boy that he was, he had no ill-feeling against his classmate. He requested his class teacher not to take any action against Timmy, now that his stolen pen was found.
This opened Timmy's eyes. He could now see what a good boy Sammy was. He asked for forgiveness from his teacher and Sammy. From that day, he became friends with Sammy and gradually changed himself to be as good as Sammy. Everyone began to love Timmy, and Sammy was proud of his new friend.
Despite being hurt by Timmy, Sammy gave him back only love in return. This is how we should also treat our enemies. Who knows? One day, our behavior may just change themselves for the better.
Moral: Do not harm someone even if he harms you. Be good to all.
[CRK]
From India, Vijayawada
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Long ago, there lived a little boy named Sammy. He was a good boy. He was good in his studies, obedient to his parents, more intelligent than many other boys in his class, and kind to everyone. Grown-ups as well as those junior to Sammy loved him very much. But that aroused jealousy in many other boys who longed to be as loved as Sammy.
Now there was another boy named Timmy who studied in the same class as Sammy. Unlike Sammy, he was not good at studies and always liked to play during school hours. He misbehaved with his parents, bullied his classmates, and even ill-treated Sammy. He always tried to put Sammy down and belittled him before other kids in the class. But no matter what he did, Sammy's grades kept getting better and better. Whether in studies or in sports or from his classmates, Sammy kept getting accolades from everywhere.
On his eighth birthday, Sammy got a nice pen as a gift from his parents. He brought it to school so that he could use it to take down the notes of the lectures that the teachers gave in class. This was a very beautiful pen and it could help one write very fast. When Timmy saw it, he was very jealous of Sammy. He asked Sammy,
"Hey, where did you get that? Did you buy it?"
"My parents gave it as a birthday gift to me," replied Sammy.
Timmy was overwhelmed with anger and jealousy. The bad boy that he was, he rarely got any present from his parents. He decided to steal Sammy's pen. During recess, when everyone had gone out from the class, Timmy opened Sammy's bag and took out his pen. Then he hid it inside his bag and went out to have his tiffin.
When Sammy came back and could not find his pen, he informed his class teacher about it. There was a hunt for the missing pen, and the class teacher ordered the class monitor to search the bag of every child inside the class. The missing pen was soon found out of Timmy's bag, and the furious teacher asked the errant boy,
"Now Timmy, what do you have to say about it?"
Timmy was in tears. He had nothing to say.
When Sammy saw Timmy cry, he took pity on the boy. The kind boy that he was, he had no ill-feeling against his classmate. He requested his class teacher not to take any action against Timmy, now that his stolen pen was found.
This opened Timmy's eyes. He could now see what a good boy Sammy was. He asked for forgiveness from his teacher and Sammy. From that day, he became friends with Sammy and gradually changed himself to be as good as Sammy. Everyone began to love Timmy, and Sammy was proud of his new friend.
Despite being hurt by Timmy, Sammy gave him back only love in return. This is how we should also treat our enemies. Who knows? One day, our behavior may just change themselves for the better.
Moral: Do not harm someone even if he harms you. Be good to all.
[CRK]
From India, Vijayawada
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Nice Stories What to do? We are habituated to listen stories from our childhood onwards. Still this practice is on. Please keep on posting We are here to enjoy With warm regards S. Bhaskar 9099024667
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MONKEYS & BUSINESSMAN
A cap seller was living in a village many years ago. Every day, he walked to many towns to sell his caps. Sometimes, he had to pass through jungles too. One afternoon, after a heavy meal, the cap seller felt very sleepy. He lay down and had a nap under a big mango tree.
There were lots of monkeys on this tree. They saw the cap seller sleeping with his bag full of colorful caps nearby. One by one, the monkeys came down from the tree and took the caps. They put the caps on their heads the same way the cap seller did. They were very happy.
When the cap seller woke up after some time, he could not find any of the caps in his bag. He was terrified and looked around to see for his caps. He looked up and found the monkeys wearing all his caps.
He was very angry and raised his hands, as if to beat the monkeys. The monkeys also raised their hands to attack him back.
He threw a stone at the monkeys to scare them, but the monkeys also threw mangoes at him, with the same anger.
He was very upset and threw his cap on the ground out of disappointment. All the monkeys threw the caps on the ground, imitating him. The cap seller was very happy now. He collected all his caps, packed them back in his bag, and left the place.
The Moral: For every problem, there will be a solution. We need to keep trying until we succeed.
Many years have passed. The cap seller's grandson also got into the same business. One afternoon, he passed through the same jungle with his bag full of caps. He felt too tired and slept under a tree. When he woke up, he could not find any of his caps. The monkeys on the tree had taken all his caps from the bag and were cheerfully wearing them on their heads.
Upon seeing the monkeys wearing his caps, he felt very unhappy. He pleaded with the monkeys to return his caps. The monkeys also imitated the way he pleaded. He threw a stone at the monkeys; the monkeys threw fruits at him. He now remembered what his grandfather had told him about a similar incident. He now knows the monkeys will imitate whatever he does. He waved his hands; the monkeys also waved their hands. He danced; the monkeys also danced. He blew his nose; the monkeys also blew their noses. He touched his ear; the monkeys also touched their ears.
He removed the cap from his head and threw it on the ground; the monkeys also removed the caps from their heads but put them back and laughed at him!
He was very confused. By the time an old monkey from the tree climbed down, came near to him, slapped him on his face, and said, "Do you think only YOU have a grandfather?"
The Moral: Old solutions will not always work for old problems. We need to constantly look for new solutions (from the cap seller).
Listening to the elders will be rewarding! (from the monkeys)
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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A cap seller was living in a village many years ago. Every day, he walked to many towns to sell his caps. Sometimes, he had to pass through jungles too. One afternoon, after a heavy meal, the cap seller felt very sleepy. He lay down and had a nap under a big mango tree.
There were lots of monkeys on this tree. They saw the cap seller sleeping with his bag full of colorful caps nearby. One by one, the monkeys came down from the tree and took the caps. They put the caps on their heads the same way the cap seller did. They were very happy.
When the cap seller woke up after some time, he could not find any of the caps in his bag. He was terrified and looked around to see for his caps. He looked up and found the monkeys wearing all his caps.
He was very angry and raised his hands, as if to beat the monkeys. The monkeys also raised their hands to attack him back.
He threw a stone at the monkeys to scare them, but the monkeys also threw mangoes at him, with the same anger.
He was very upset and threw his cap on the ground out of disappointment. All the monkeys threw the caps on the ground, imitating him. The cap seller was very happy now. He collected all his caps, packed them back in his bag, and left the place.
The Moral: For every problem, there will be a solution. We need to keep trying until we succeed.
Many years have passed. The cap seller's grandson also got into the same business. One afternoon, he passed through the same jungle with his bag full of caps. He felt too tired and slept under a tree. When he woke up, he could not find any of his caps. The monkeys on the tree had taken all his caps from the bag and were cheerfully wearing them on their heads.
Upon seeing the monkeys wearing his caps, he felt very unhappy. He pleaded with the monkeys to return his caps. The monkeys also imitated the way he pleaded. He threw a stone at the monkeys; the monkeys threw fruits at him. He now remembered what his grandfather had told him about a similar incident. He now knows the monkeys will imitate whatever he does. He waved his hands; the monkeys also waved their hands. He danced; the monkeys also danced. He blew his nose; the monkeys also blew their noses. He touched his ear; the monkeys also touched their ears.
He removed the cap from his head and threw it on the ground; the monkeys also removed the caps from their heads but put them back and laughed at him!
He was very confused. By the time an old monkey from the tree climbed down, came near to him, slapped him on his face, and said, "Do you think only YOU have a grandfather?"
The Moral: Old solutions will not always work for old problems. We need to constantly look for new solutions (from the cap seller).
Listening to the elders will be rewarding! (from the monkeys)
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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MAKE SURE...
One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops, a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.
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The driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek... Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it.
The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, said "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down. And the next day, and the one after that, and so forth.
This irritated the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of his size. Finally, he could stand it no longer. He signed up for a bodybuilding program, karate, judo, and all that good stuff. By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; So on the next Monday, when Big John got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" the driver stood up, glared back, and screamed, "And why not?"
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, "Big John has a bus pass."
Moral of the story: First be sure is there a problem before working hard to solve one
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops, a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.
[img]http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSClITtLIDB6To-VPW-YticFbyQ9zTZijF3P1w1DMpkDENb9sI-[/img]
The driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek... Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it.
The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, said "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down. And the next day, and the one after that, and so forth.
This irritated the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of his size. Finally, he could stand it no longer. He signed up for a bodybuilding program, karate, judo, and all that good stuff. By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; So on the next Monday, when Big John got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" the driver stood up, glared back, and screamed, "And why not?"
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, "Big John has a bus pass."
Moral of the story: First be sure is there a problem before working hard to solve one
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Dear Mr. CRK,
Nice stories with a great moral. Your stories make us remember our childhood days, which we spent most of the time hearing stories before going to sleep. Please keep on posting and continue to bring us enjoyment.
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CB
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Nice stories with a great moral. Your stories make us remember our childhood days, which we spent most of the time hearing stories before going to sleep. Please keep on posting and continue to bring us enjoyment.
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CB
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Thankyou Ms.Charanya Bhaskaran.......:) Yeas, let us recollect our happy happy childhood days...... just a small break between our daily rush..... CRK
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FEAR
There was a lion who feared nothing except the crowing of cocks. A chill would go down his spine whenever he heard a cock crowing. One day he confessed his fear to the elephant, who was greatly amused. "How can the crowing of a cock hurt you?" he asked the lion. "Think about it!"
Just then a mosquito began circling the elephant's head, frightening him out of his wits. "If it gets into my ear I'm doomed!" he shrieked, flailing at the insect with his trunk. Now it was the lion's turn to feel amused.
Moral: If we could see our fears as others see them, we would realize that most of our fears make no sense!
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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There was a lion who feared nothing except the crowing of cocks. A chill would go down his spine whenever he heard a cock crowing. One day he confessed his fear to the elephant, who was greatly amused. "How can the crowing of a cock hurt you?" he asked the lion. "Think about it!"
Just then a mosquito began circling the elephant's head, frightening him out of his wits. "If it gets into my ear I'm doomed!" he shrieked, flailing at the insect with his trunk. Now it was the lion's turn to feel amused.
Moral: If we could see our fears as others see them, we would realize that most of our fears make no sense!
CRK
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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
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From India, Vijayawada
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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.
[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
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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
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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
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Let me also attach a Brand New never ever heard Story of Hare and Tortoise Story, the Great Management Story, from my side. With warm regards S. Bhaskar 9099024667
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Dear Friends,
The following small story will explain to us that if we hurt others, it will obviously hurt us. So we should not hurt others.
One night, a snake, while looking for food, entered a carpenter's workshop. The carpenter, who was rather untidy, had left several of his tools lying on the floor, one of them being a saw. As the snake moved around the shop, it climbed over the saw, which gave the snake a small cut.
Thinking the saw was attacking him, the snake turned around and bit it so hard that the snake's mouth started to bleed. This made the snake very angry, and it attacked again and again until the saw was covered in blood and appeared to be dead.
Dying from its own wounds, the snake decided to give one last hard bite and 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 end up hurting ourselves.
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
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The following small story will explain to us that if we hurt others, it will obviously hurt us. So we should not hurt others.
One night, a snake, while looking for food, entered a carpenter's workshop. The carpenter, who was rather untidy, had left several of his tools lying on the floor, one of them being a saw. As the snake moved around the shop, it climbed over the saw, which gave the snake a small cut.
Thinking the saw was attacking him, the snake turned around and bit it so hard that the snake's mouth started to bleed. This made the snake very angry, and it attacked again and again until the saw was covered in blood and appeared to be dead.
Dying from its own wounds, the snake decided to give one last hard bite and 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 end up hurting ourselves.
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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."
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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."
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"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.
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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.
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Subject - Re: STORIES.... STORIES...... STORIES: CRK’s Desk hi crk marvellous, keep posting. regards prasanta
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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 in its mouth.
"It 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. The 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 hopped 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. The 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
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From India, Kumbakonam
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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 in its mouth.
"It 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. The 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 hopped 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. The 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
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Dear all We must learn how to handle the office work tensions and handle the home atmosphere separately. Attached is a nice presentation you can enjoy. With warm regards S. Bhaskar 9099024667
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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 70s, asked the youth to accompany him on a trip across the hills. The journey was uneventful until they came to a deep chasm.
A single log spanned the chasm. The guru walked down to the center 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 backward led him to safety. Neither of them said a word on the return journey, but the boy had much to think about. He had realized 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
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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 70s, asked the youth to accompany him on a trip across the hills. The journey was uneventful until they came to a deep chasm.
A single log spanned the chasm. The guru walked down to the center 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 backward led him to safety. Neither of them said a word on the return journey, but the boy had much to think about. He had realized 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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Warning: I am not responsible for any real-life resemblances or Best Practices…
Story is a story…enjoy
The Art of Appraisal
Big Boss: This year, your performance was good, excellent, and outstanding. So, your rating is "average."
Kumar: What? How come 'average'?
Big Boss: Because...err...uhh...you lack functional knowledge.
Kumar: But last year you said I am a functional expert, and you put me in this project as a Functional Lead.
Big Boss: Oh, is it? Well, in that case, I think your functional knowledge has eroded this year.
Kumar: What???
Big Boss: Yes, I didn't see you sharing knowledge on the technical domain.
Kumar: Why would I? Because I am not a technical guy, I am a management guy.
Big Boss: This is what I don't like about you. You give excuses for everything.
Kumar: Huh? *Confused*
Big Boss: Next, you need to improve your communication skills.
Kumar: Like what? I am the one who trained the team on "Business Communication"; you sat in the audience and took notes, remember?
Big Boss: Oh, is it? Err...well...I mean, you need to improve your "SPAC - Social Pragmatic Affirmative Communication."
Kumar: Huh? What the hell is that? *Confused*
Big Boss: See! That's why you need to learn about it.
Kumar: *head spinning*
Big Boss: Next, you need to sharpen your recruiting skills. All the guys you recruited left within 2 months.
Kumar: Well, not my mistake. You told them you would sit beside them and review their code, and most resigned the next day itself. Couple of them even attempted suicide.
Big Boss: *stunned* (recovers from shock) Err...anyway, I tried to give you a better rating, but our normalization process gave you only 'average.'
Kumar: Last year that process gave me 'Excellent.' This year just an 'average'? Why is this process pushing me up and down every year?
Big Boss: That's a complicated process. You don't want to hear.
Kumar: I'll try to understand. Go ahead.
Big Boss: ...Well, we gather in a large room, write down the names of subordinates on bits of paper, and throw them up in the air. Whichever lands on the floor gets 'average,' whichever lands on the table gets 'good,' whichever we manage to catch gets 'excellent,' and whichever gets stuck to the ceiling gets 'outstanding.'
Kumar: (eyes popping out) What? Ridiculous! So who gets 'poor' rating?
Big Boss: Those are the ones we forgot to write down.
Kumar: What the hell! And how can paper bits stick to the ceiling for 'outstanding'?
Big Boss: Oh no, now you have started questioning our 20-year-old organizational process!?!
Kumar: *faints*
Moral of the story: When your work speaks for itself, get out of the way.
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Story is a story…enjoy
The Art of Appraisal
Big Boss: This year, your performance was good, excellent, and outstanding. So, your rating is "average."
Kumar: What? How come 'average'?
Big Boss: Because...err...uhh...you lack functional knowledge.
Kumar: But last year you said I am a functional expert, and you put me in this project as a Functional Lead.
Big Boss: Oh, is it? Well, in that case, I think your functional knowledge has eroded this year.
Kumar: What???
Big Boss: Yes, I didn't see you sharing knowledge on the technical domain.
Kumar: Why would I? Because I am not a technical guy, I am a management guy.
Big Boss: This is what I don't like about you. You give excuses for everything.
Kumar: Huh? *Confused*
Big Boss: Next, you need to improve your communication skills.
Kumar: Like what? I am the one who trained the team on "Business Communication"; you sat in the audience and took notes, remember?
Big Boss: Oh, is it? Err...well...I mean, you need to improve your "SPAC - Social Pragmatic Affirmative Communication."
Kumar: Huh? What the hell is that? *Confused*
Big Boss: See! That's why you need to learn about it.
Kumar: *head spinning*
Big Boss: Next, you need to sharpen your recruiting skills. All the guys you recruited left within 2 months.
Kumar: Well, not my mistake. You told them you would sit beside them and review their code, and most resigned the next day itself. Couple of them even attempted suicide.
Big Boss: *stunned* (recovers from shock) Err...anyway, I tried to give you a better rating, but our normalization process gave you only 'average.'
Kumar: Last year that process gave me 'Excellent.' This year just an 'average'? Why is this process pushing me up and down every year?
Big Boss: That's a complicated process. You don't want to hear.
Kumar: I'll try to understand. Go ahead.
Big Boss: ...Well, we gather in a large room, write down the names of subordinates on bits of paper, and throw them up in the air. Whichever lands on the floor gets 'average,' whichever lands on the table gets 'good,' whichever we manage to catch gets 'excellent,' and whichever gets stuck to the ceiling gets 'outstanding.'
Kumar: (eyes popping out) What? Ridiculous! So who gets 'poor' rating?
Big Boss: Those are the ones we forgot to write down.
Kumar: What the hell! And how can paper bits stick to the ceiling for 'outstanding'?
Big Boss: Oh no, now you have started questioning our 20-year-old organizational process!?!
Kumar: *faints*
Moral of the story: When your work speaks for itself, get out of the way.
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night, the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious to her and the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"
The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."
The next time someone needs you... just be there. Stay.
WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.
WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.
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S. Bhaskar
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"Your son is here," she said to the old man.
She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night, the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.
He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious to her and the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.
Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.
"Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this gentleman's name?"
The nurse, with tears in her eyes, answered, "Mr. William Grey."
The next time someone needs you... just be there. Stay.
WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE.
WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE.
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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The Most Important Part of the Body...?
My mother used to ask me what the most important part of the body is.
Through the years, I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer. When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, 'My ears, Mommy.'
She said, 'No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it, and I will ask you again soon.'
Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.
So this time I told her, 'Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes.' She looked at me and told me, 'You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.'
Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge, and over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times, and always her answer was, 'No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child.'
Then one year, my grandfather died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry.
My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to my grandfather. She asked me, 'Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?' I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me.
She saw the confusion on my face and told me, 'This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong, and I have given you an example why.
But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.'
She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, 'My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.'
I asked, 'Is it because it holds up my head?'
She replied, 'No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.'
Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one. It is made for others and not for yourself. It is sympathetic to the pain of others.
People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.
Moral: You can derive many. Write your own...
Samples:
It is teamwork that fetches results.
No single unit is as important as a whole.
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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My mother used to ask me what the most important part of the body is.
Through the years, I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer. When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, 'My ears, Mommy.'
She said, 'No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it, and I will ask you again soon.'
Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.
So this time I told her, 'Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes.' She looked at me and told me, 'You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.'
Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge, and over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times, and always her answer was, 'No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child.'
Then one year, my grandfather died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry.
My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to my grandfather. She asked me, 'Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?' I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me.
She saw the confusion on my face and told me, 'This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong, and I have given you an example why.
But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.'
She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, 'My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.'
I asked, 'Is it because it holds up my head?'
She replied, 'No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.'
Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one. It is made for others and not for yourself. It is sympathetic to the pain of others.
People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.
Moral: You can derive many. Write your own...
Samples:
It is teamwork that fetches results.
No single unit is as important as a whole.
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S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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The House of 1000 Mirrors
Long ago in a small, far-away village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the house, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."
In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly-looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?
Japanese Folktale
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S. Bhaskar
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Long ago in a small, far-away village, there was a place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just as fast as his. He smiled a great smile and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the house, he thought to himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often."
In this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly-looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself, "That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?
Japanese Folktale
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S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Dear Friends,
Always telling a moral story can also become boring. Hence, for a change, here is a small, refreshing story.
Just see the way HE thinks! Little Johnny was sitting in class doing math problems when his teacher picked him to answer a question. "Johnny, if there were five birds sitting on a fence and you shot one with your gun, how many would be left?"
"None," replied Johnny. "Because the rest would fly away."
"Well, the answer is four," said the teacher. "But I like the way you are thinking."
Little Johnny said, "I have a question for you now. If there were three women eating ice cream cones in a shop, one licking her cone, the second biting her cone, and the third one sucking her cone, which one is married?"
"Well," said the teacher nervously, "I guess the one sucking the cone?"
"No," said Little Johnny, "the one with the wedding ring on her finger. But I like the way you are thinking."
The teacher fainted...
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S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Always telling a moral story can also become boring. Hence, for a change, here is a small, refreshing story.
Just see the way HE thinks! Little Johnny was sitting in class doing math problems when his teacher picked him to answer a question. "Johnny, if there were five birds sitting on a fence and you shot one with your gun, how many would be left?"
"None," replied Johnny. "Because the rest would fly away."
"Well, the answer is four," said the teacher. "But I like the way you are thinking."
Little Johnny said, "I have a question for you now. If there were three women eating ice cream cones in a shop, one licking her cone, the second biting her cone, and the third one sucking her cone, which one is married?"
"Well," said the teacher nervously, "I guess the one sucking the cone?"
"No," said Little Johnny, "the one with the wedding ring on her finger. But I like the way you are thinking."
The teacher fainted...
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S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Dear Friends,
Value of Man
If a female is reading this article, then just realize the value of a man; and if it's a male, then feel proud after reading it!
One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?"
The woodcutter replied that his axe had fallen into the water, and he needed the axe to make his living. The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe.
"Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.
The woodcutter replied, "No."
The Lord again went down and came up with a silver axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.
Again, the woodcutter replied, "No."
The Lord went down again and came up with an iron axe.
"Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.
The woodcutter replied, "Yes."
The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy.
Some time later, the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, and his wife fell into the river.
When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?"
"Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!"
The Lord went down into the water and came up with Jennifer Lopez.
"Is this your wife?" the Lord asked.
"Yes," cried the woodcutter.
The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!"
The woodcutter replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to Jennifer Lopez, You would have come up with Catherine Zeta-Jones. Then if I said 'no' to her, you would have come up with my wife. Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three.
Lord, I am a poor man and am not able to take care of all three wives, so THAT'S why I said yes to Jennifer Lopez."
The moral of this story is: Whenever a man lies, it is for a good and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others.
That's our story, and we're sticking to it! - "WE HONORABLE MEN!!!!!"
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S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Value of Man
If a female is reading this article, then just realize the value of a man; and if it's a male, then feel proud after reading it!
One day, while a woodcutter was cutting a branch of a tree above a river, his axe fell into the river. When he cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, "Why are you crying?"
The woodcutter replied that his axe had fallen into the water, and he needed the axe to make his living. The Lord went down into the water and reappeared with a golden axe.
"Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.
The woodcutter replied, "No."
The Lord again went down and came up with a silver axe. "Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.
Again, the woodcutter replied, "No."
The Lord went down again and came up with an iron axe.
"Is this your axe?" the Lord asked.
The woodcutter replied, "Yes."
The Lord was pleased with the man's honesty and gave him all three axes to keep, and the woodcutter went home happy.
Some time later, the woodcutter was walking with his wife along the riverbank, and his wife fell into the river.
When he cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked him, "Why are you crying?"
"Oh Lord, my wife has fallen into the water!"
The Lord went down into the water and came up with Jennifer Lopez.
"Is this your wife?" the Lord asked.
"Yes," cried the woodcutter.
The Lord was furious. "You lied! That is an untruth!"
The woodcutter replied, "Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said 'no' to Jennifer Lopez, You would have come up with Catherine Zeta-Jones. Then if I said 'no' to her, you would have come up with my wife. Had I then said 'yes,' you would have given me all three.
Lord, I am a poor man and am not able to take care of all three wives, so THAT'S why I said yes to Jennifer Lopez."
The moral of this story is: Whenever a man lies, it is for a good and honorable reason, and for the benefit of others.
That's our story, and we're sticking to it! - "WE HONORABLE MEN!!!!!"
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Always we are hearing stories from our elders in our family. But what is family?
The below narrated story can explain the definition of Family.
I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please," was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way saying goodbye.
But at home a difference is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still. As I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed, A still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, But the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow, and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, And you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Son, I love you too, And I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days?
But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our own family - an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = Father And Mother I Love You!
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S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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The below narrated story can explain the definition of Family.
I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please," was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way saying goodbye.
But at home a difference is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, my son stood beside me very still. As I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed, A still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, But the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow, and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, And you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Son, I love you too, And I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days?
But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our own family - an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = Father And Mother I Love You!
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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PRIDE HATH A FALL
The Oak tree always thought that he was far stronger than the reeds. He said to himself, "I stand upright in a storm. I don't bend my head in fear every time the wind blows. But these reeds are really so weak."
That very night, a storm blew and the mighty oak tree was uprooted. "Good God!" sighed the reeds, "our way is better. We bend but we don't break."
MORAL: Pride hath a fall
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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The Oak tree always thought that he was far stronger than the reeds. He said to himself, "I stand upright in a storm. I don't bend my head in fear every time the wind blows. But these reeds are really so weak."
That very night, a storm blew and the mighty oak tree was uprooted. "Good God!" sighed the reeds, "our way is better. We bend but we don't break."
MORAL: Pride hath a fall
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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This short story Advising A Fool is quite interesting to all people. Enjoy reading this short story.
On a mango tree in a jungle, there lived many birds. They were happy in their small nests. Before the onset of the rainy season, all the animal of the jungle repaired their homes. The birds also made their homes more secure.
Many birds brought twigs and leaves and others wove their nests. “We should also store some food for our children,” chirped one of the birds. And they collected food, until they had enough to see them through the rainy season. They kept themselves busy preparing for the tough times.
Soon the rains came. It was followed by thunder and lighting. All the animals and birds stayed in their homes.
It continued raining for many days. One day, a monkey wet in the rain came into the forest. He sat on a branch, shivering with cold, water dripping from its body.
The poor monkey tried his best to get shelter, but in vain. The leaves were not enough to save him from the rains. “Brrr! It is so cold!” said the monkey.
The birds were watching all this. They felt sorry for the monkey but there was little they could do for him. One of them said, “Brother! Our small nests are not enough to give you shelter.”
Another bird said, “All of us prepared for the rainy season. If you had, you would not be in this piteous situation.”
“How dare you tell me what to do?” said the monkey, growling at the bird. The monkey angrily pounced on the bird’s nest, tore it and threw it on the ground. The bird and her chicks were helpless.
The poor bird thought, “Fools never value good advice. It is better not to advise them.”
Sruthi
From India, Vijayawada
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On a mango tree in a jungle, there lived many birds. They were happy in their small nests. Before the onset of the rainy season, all the animal of the jungle repaired their homes. The birds also made their homes more secure.
Many birds brought twigs and leaves and others wove their nests. “We should also store some food for our children,” chirped one of the birds. And they collected food, until they had enough to see them through the rainy season. They kept themselves busy preparing for the tough times.
Soon the rains came. It was followed by thunder and lighting. All the animals and birds stayed in their homes.
It continued raining for many days. One day, a monkey wet in the rain came into the forest. He sat on a branch, shivering with cold, water dripping from its body.
The poor monkey tried his best to get shelter, but in vain. The leaves were not enough to save him from the rains. “Brrr! It is so cold!” said the monkey.
The birds were watching all this. They felt sorry for the monkey but there was little they could do for him. One of them said, “Brother! Our small nests are not enough to give you shelter.”
Another bird said, “All of us prepared for the rainy season. If you had, you would not be in this piteous situation.”
“How dare you tell me what to do?” said the monkey, growling at the bird. The monkey angrily pounced on the bird’s nest, tore it and threw it on the ground. The bird and her chicks were helpless.
The poor bird thought, “Fools never value good advice. It is better not to advise them.”
Sruthi
From India, Vijayawada
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Mr. CRK Good morning. May i asked one question. why u have choosen stories asa a mean of commucation. regards Ranjana
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Good morning, Ranjana,
Stories are just reminders for ethics, morality, and entertainment in our busy daily life. This thread acts as a refresh button, like F5. You can also check out my other useful threads at the following links:
- [Amazing Quotes - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/312447-amazing-quotes-crks-desk.html)
- [HR Library - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/307617-hr-library-crks-desk.html)
- [Some Useful Tips - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/290175-some-useful-tips-crks-desk.html)
- [Interesting Quotes from Famous Personalities - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/286937-interesting-quotes-famous-personalities-crks-desk.html)
- [Shocking Shock - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/281161-shocking-shock-crks-desk.html)
- [Stress Relief Techniques - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/257906-stress-relief-techniques-crks-desk.html)
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CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Stories are just reminders for ethics, morality, and entertainment in our busy daily life. This thread acts as a refresh button, like F5. You can also check out my other useful threads at the following links:
- [Amazing Quotes - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/312447-amazing-quotes-crks-desk.html)
- [HR Library - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/307617-hr-library-crks-desk.html)
- [Some Useful Tips - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/290175-some-useful-tips-crks-desk.html)
- [Interesting Quotes from Famous Personalities - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/286937-interesting-quotes-famous-personalities-crks-desk.html)
- [Shocking Shock - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/281161-shocking-shock-crks-desk.html)
- [Stress Relief Techniques - CRK's Desk](https://www.citehr.com/257906-stress-relief-techniques-crks-desk.html)
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CRK
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EVIL BEGETS EVIL
There was once a king who was so cruel and unjust that his subjects yearned for his death or dethronement.
However, one day he surprised them all by announcing that he had decided to turn over a new leaf.
“No more cruelty, no more injustice,” he promised, and he was as good as his word. He became known as the ‘Gentle Monarch’.
[IMG]http://dimdima.com/images/story_image/evil.jpg[/IMG]
Months after his transformation one of his ministers plucked up enough courage to ask him what had brought about his change of heart, and the king answered:
“As I was galloping through my forests I caught sight of a fox being chased by a hound. The fox escaped into his hole but not before the hound had bitten into its leg and lamed it for life. Later I rode into a village and saw the same hound there. It was barking at a man. Even as I watched, the man picked up a huge stone and flung it at the dog, breaking its leg. The man had not gone far when he was kicked by a horse. His knee was shattered and he fell to the ground, disabled for life. The horse began to run but it fell into a hole and broke its leg. Reflecting on all that had happened, I thought: ‘Evil begets evil. If I continue in my evil ways, I will surely be overtaken by evil’. So I decided to change”.
The minister went away convinced that the time was ripe to overthrow the king and seize the throne. Immersed in thought, he did not see the steps in front of him and fell, breaking his neck.
— Based on a story in the ‘Tales of Bidpai’, an Arabic version of the Panchatantra
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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There was once a king who was so cruel and unjust that his subjects yearned for his death or dethronement.
However, one day he surprised them all by announcing that he had decided to turn over a new leaf.
“No more cruelty, no more injustice,” he promised, and he was as good as his word. He became known as the ‘Gentle Monarch’.
[IMG]http://dimdima.com/images/story_image/evil.jpg[/IMG]
Months after his transformation one of his ministers plucked up enough courage to ask him what had brought about his change of heart, and the king answered:
“As I was galloping through my forests I caught sight of a fox being chased by a hound. The fox escaped into his hole but not before the hound had bitten into its leg and lamed it for life. Later I rode into a village and saw the same hound there. It was barking at a man. Even as I watched, the man picked up a huge stone and flung it at the dog, breaking its leg. The man had not gone far when he was kicked by a horse. His knee was shattered and he fell to the ground, disabled for life. The horse began to run but it fell into a hole and broke its leg. Reflecting on all that had happened, I thought: ‘Evil begets evil. If I continue in my evil ways, I will surely be overtaken by evil’. So I decided to change”.
The minister went away convinced that the time was ripe to overthrow the king and seize the throne. Immersed in thought, he did not see the steps in front of him and fell, breaking his neck.
— Based on a story in the ‘Tales of Bidpai’, an Arabic version of the Panchatantra
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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[MISERLY BEGGAR]
The king was to pass by a beggar's hut, and the man was beside himself with excitement, not because he was about to see the king but because the king was known to part with expensive jewels and huge sums of money when moved by compassion.
He saw the king's chariot just as a kindly man was filling his begging bowl with uncooked rice. Pushing the man aside, he ran into the street, shouting praises of the king and the royal family.
The chariot stopped, and the king beckoned to the beggar.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"One of the most unfortunate of your subjects," said the beggar. "Poverty sits on my doorstep and follows me about like a dog. I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon!"
"Have you nothing for your king except a tale of woe?" said the ruler, putting out his hand. "Give me something."
The beggar, astonished, carefully picked up 5 grains of rice from his bowl and laid them on the king's outstretched palm.
The king drove away. The beggar's disappointment was great. He raved and ranted and cursed the king again and again for his miserliness. Finally, his anger spent, he went on his rounds.
When he returned home in the evening, he found a bag of rice on the floor.
"Some generous soul has been here," he thought and took out a handful of rice from the bag. To his astonishment, there was a small piece of gold in it. He realized then that the bag had been sent by the king. He emptied the rice on the floor, feeling sure there would be more gold pieces in it, and he was right. He found 5, one for each grain of rice he had given the king.
"It is not the king who has been miserly," thought the man, sadly. "If I had been generous and given him the whole bowl of rice, I would have been a rich man today."
[CRK]
From India, Vijayawada
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The king was to pass by a beggar's hut, and the man was beside himself with excitement, not because he was about to see the king but because the king was known to part with expensive jewels and huge sums of money when moved by compassion.
He saw the king's chariot just as a kindly man was filling his begging bowl with uncooked rice. Pushing the man aside, he ran into the street, shouting praises of the king and the royal family.
The chariot stopped, and the king beckoned to the beggar.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"One of the most unfortunate of your subjects," said the beggar. "Poverty sits on my doorstep and follows me about like a dog. I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon!"
"Have you nothing for your king except a tale of woe?" said the ruler, putting out his hand. "Give me something."
The beggar, astonished, carefully picked up 5 grains of rice from his bowl and laid them on the king's outstretched palm.
The king drove away. The beggar's disappointment was great. He raved and ranted and cursed the king again and again for his miserliness. Finally, his anger spent, he went on his rounds.
When he returned home in the evening, he found a bag of rice on the floor.
"Some generous soul has been here," he thought and took out a handful of rice from the bag. To his astonishment, there was a small piece of gold in it. He realized then that the bag had been sent by the king. He emptied the rice on the floor, feeling sure there would be more gold pieces in it, and he was right. He found 5, one for each grain of rice he had given the king.
"It is not the king who has been miserly," thought the man, sadly. "If I had been generous and given him the whole bowl of rice, I would have been a rich man today."
[CRK]
From India, Vijayawada
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Potatoes
Once a junior school teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hate.
On a decided day, the children brought their potatoes well addressed. Some had two, some had three, and some had even five potatoes. The teacher said they have to carry these potatoes with them everywhere they go for a week. As the days passed, the children started to complain about the spoiled smell that started coming from these potatoes. Also, some students who had many potatoes complained that it was very heavy to carry them all around. The children got rid of this assignment after a week when it got over.
The teacher asked, "How did you feel in this one week?" The children discussed their problems about the smell and weight. Then the teacher said, "This situation is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don't like some people. This hatred makes your heart unhealthy, and you carry that hatred in your heart everywhere you go. If you cannot bear the smell of spoiled potatoes for a week, imagine the impact of this hatred that you carry throughout your life on your heart?"
The Morale:
We need to regularly clean the unwanted weeds that we grow. We must learn to forgive those who have not behaved with us as expected and forget the bad things. This would keep our mind more open, and the cup will always have room for more good.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Once a junior school teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hate.
On a decided day, the children brought their potatoes well addressed. Some had two, some had three, and some had even five potatoes. The teacher said they have to carry these potatoes with them everywhere they go for a week. As the days passed, the children started to complain about the spoiled smell that started coming from these potatoes. Also, some students who had many potatoes complained that it was very heavy to carry them all around. The children got rid of this assignment after a week when it got over.
The teacher asked, "How did you feel in this one week?" The children discussed their problems about the smell and weight. Then the teacher said, "This situation is very similar to what you carry in your heart when you don't like some people. This hatred makes your heart unhealthy, and you carry that hatred in your heart everywhere you go. If you cannot bear the smell of spoiled potatoes for a week, imagine the impact of this hatred that you carry throughout your life on your heart?"
The Morale:
We need to regularly clean the unwanted weeds that we grow. We must learn to forgive those who have not behaved with us as expected and forget the bad things. This would keep our mind more open, and the cup will always have room for more good.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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PAUPER & BANKER
Once upon a time, there lived a pauper and a banker. The first was as poor as the second was rich. So it was inevitable that the rich man would be happier than the pauper. But their natures were opposite, for the poor man was happy whereas the banker was not. The banker was annoyed by the fact that while he tossed and turned in his bed at night, the pauper slept peacefully and always awoke rested and full of energy.
One day the banker could stand it no longer. He decided to find out why the pauper was a happy man despite his poverty. So he summoned him to his house and asked him his yearly income because he believed that happiness could only be measured in terms of wealth.
"I don't count too well, nor do I really care. I live each day as it comes and never worry about the next."
"Well, then, just tell me how much you earn in one day," insisted the rich man.
"I earn what I need. And even that would be too much were it not for all the Sundays and holidays when I must close my shop."
The banker liked the pauper. He wished to thank him for coming to his house, so he presented the poor man with a bag of a hundred gold coins.
Now, to the pauper, these coins, which meant so little to the banker, seemed a great fortune. He decided to hide the bag so that he would have the money if ever he should need it. So, when he returned to his house, he dug a big hole in a secluded corner of the garden, threw the bag into it, and covered it with dirt.
But from that day on, the poor man's life changed - he began to worry about the safety of his money. Every night he slept a little less, and each time he heard the slightest sound, he became anxious about the safety of his coins.
Finally, he could bear his unhappiness no longer. He went to the garden, dug up the coins, and returned them to the banker.
The pauper had learned an important lesson, and so had the banker.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Once upon a time, there lived a pauper and a banker. The first was as poor as the second was rich. So it was inevitable that the rich man would be happier than the pauper. But their natures were opposite, for the poor man was happy whereas the banker was not. The banker was annoyed by the fact that while he tossed and turned in his bed at night, the pauper slept peacefully and always awoke rested and full of energy.
One day the banker could stand it no longer. He decided to find out why the pauper was a happy man despite his poverty. So he summoned him to his house and asked him his yearly income because he believed that happiness could only be measured in terms of wealth.
"I don't count too well, nor do I really care. I live each day as it comes and never worry about the next."
"Well, then, just tell me how much you earn in one day," insisted the rich man.
"I earn what I need. And even that would be too much were it not for all the Sundays and holidays when I must close my shop."
The banker liked the pauper. He wished to thank him for coming to his house, so he presented the poor man with a bag of a hundred gold coins.
Now, to the pauper, these coins, which meant so little to the banker, seemed a great fortune. He decided to hide the bag so that he would have the money if ever he should need it. So, when he returned to his house, he dug a big hole in a secluded corner of the garden, threw the bag into it, and covered it with dirt.
But from that day on, the poor man's life changed - he began to worry about the safety of his money. Every night he slept a little less, and each time he heard the slightest sound, he became anxious about the safety of his coins.
Finally, he could bear his unhappiness no longer. He went to the garden, dug up the coins, and returned them to the banker.
The pauper had learned an important lesson, and so had the banker.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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One day, a barber was going to the next village. On the way, he had to pass through a forest full of wild animals. Suddenly, all his worst fears came true. A fierce lion came and stood before him. But the barber gathered courage and went to the lion. The lion was surprised to see the barber acting this way.
The barber said, "Ah! Here you are, and I have been searching all the nearby forests to look for you." The lion was taken aback at the barber's words. With some fear in his heart, he asked the barber, "But why were you looking for me?" The barber replied, "The king had asked me to catch two lions for him. I have already caught one of them. I guess you will be the next one."
Then the barber took a mirror and put it before the lion's face. The lion saw his reflection and mistook it for another lion. So the lion ran away to save his life, and the clever barber went on his way.
Sruthi
From India, Vijayawada
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The barber said, "Ah! Here you are, and I have been searching all the nearby forests to look for you." The lion was taken aback at the barber's words. With some fear in his heart, he asked the barber, "But why were you looking for me?" The barber replied, "The king had asked me to catch two lions for him. I have already caught one of them. I guess you will be the next one."
Then the barber took a mirror and put it before the lion's face. The lion saw his reflection and mistook it for another lion. So the lion ran away to save his life, and the clever barber went on his way.
Sruthi
From India, Vijayawada
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"A Story for You to Read
"Mriga Trishna"
(Author: Unknown)
As the dream of most parents, I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in the 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 wanted to be.
I decided I would be staying in this country for about five years during 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 something more than him.
I started feeling homesick and lonely as 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 two years watching the foreign exchange rate, getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.
Finally, I decided to get married. I told my parents that I had only 10 days of holidays, and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked on the cheapest flight. I was jubilant and was actually enjoying shopping for gifts for all my friends back home.
If I missed anyone, then there would be talks. After reaching home, I spent one week going through all the photographs of girls, and as time was getting shorter, I was forced to select one candidate.
My in-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I would not get any more holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to the USA. After giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to the USA.
My wife enjoyed this country for about two months, and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice a week, sometimes three 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 could see their grandchildren.
Every year, I decided to go to India. But work and 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 that my parents had passed away, and as there was no one to do the last rites, the society members had done whatever they could.
I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grandchildren.
After a couple more years passed, 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 two children and I returned to the 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 the USA. I decided that I had enough and wound up everything and returned to India.
I had just enough money to buy a decent two-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 wonder, 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 if 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 rites. God Bless them. But the question still remains, 'was all this worth it?'
I am still searching for an answer...
"Love never bounds us But defines our orbit"
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
9099024667"
From India, Kumbakonam
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"Mriga Trishna"
(Author: Unknown)
As the dream of most parents, I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in the 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 wanted to be.
I decided I would be staying in this country for about five years during 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 something more than him.
I started feeling homesick and lonely as 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 two years watching the foreign exchange rate, getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.
Finally, I decided to get married. I told my parents that I had only 10 days of holidays, and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked on the cheapest flight. I was jubilant and was actually enjoying shopping for gifts for all my friends back home.
If I missed anyone, then there would be talks. After reaching home, I spent one week going through all the photographs of girls, and as time was getting shorter, I was forced to select one candidate.
My in-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I would not get any more holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to the USA. After giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to the USA.
My wife enjoyed this country for about two months, and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice a week, sometimes three 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 could see their grandchildren.
Every year, I decided to go to India. But work and 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 that my parents had passed away, and as there was no one to do the last rites, the society members had done whatever they could.
I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grandchildren.
After a couple more years passed, 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 two children and I returned to the 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 the USA. I decided that I had enough and wound up everything and returned to India.
I had just enough money to buy a decent two-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 wonder, 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 if 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 rites. God Bless them. But the question still remains, 'was all this worth it?'
I am still searching for an answer...
"Love never bounds us But defines our orbit"
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
9099024667"
From India, Kumbakonam
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One more story.
EXCESS AND EXCUSES
By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2010
It hurts me to write this story. But I must write it. I live in Canada, which is seen as a rich country. The country to the south of us, the United States, also falls into this category. As a writer I've been blessed that my work has touched so many lives in so many corners of the world.
I receive many letters. An enormous amount of them come from places where it isn't as good as we have it here. Yet these letters are filled with hope and optimism. Terror and fear are daily occurrences in countries like Africa, India and Papua New Guinea [PNG] just to name a few. Yet when I read the letters from people living in these and many more places, their passion is overwhelming. You also have a great respect for their rich, individual heritages.
You look at Papua New Guinea and discover it has over 800 languages. Each province has more than 20 different languages. Not all of them have the same dialect. The only language that they all can speak and understand is called "Pidgin English." 800 languages means that they also have this number of different customs and traditions. All just loaded with culture and character.
North America is the richest of nations, yet, for the most part, our culture is one of excess and excuses.
Excess: We eat too much. We drink too much. We spend far too much.
Excuses: We point fingers. We blame others. We dwell in dysfunction.
We are rich with excess and excuses. For so many we have a hard time speaking one language. We have bigger houses and bigger broken homes. Divorce is the norm. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We've learned how to make a living but not a life. It's time that we stop our spoiled, self-centered ways.
Time we look in the mirror at our fat selves. Weak with character, high with cholesterol. Time we wake up. Time we learn that life isn't about 'things'. Time that we use our rich resources for positive change. Time we give back. Help others. Time our lives are filled with purpose. In that we will have a real reason to live.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Widely recognized and award-nominated engineer, producer, writer, poet and founder and C.E.O. of 5 Star Productions, Miles Patrick Yohnke brings many years of experience to the music industry; including many awards in sales and marketing. Yohnke offers consulting in person, by phone or via email. For more info, please contact him at
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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EXCESS AND EXCUSES
By Miles Patrick Yohnke © 2010
It hurts me to write this story. But I must write it. I live in Canada, which is seen as a rich country. The country to the south of us, the United States, also falls into this category. As a writer I've been blessed that my work has touched so many lives in so many corners of the world.
I receive many letters. An enormous amount of them come from places where it isn't as good as we have it here. Yet these letters are filled with hope and optimism. Terror and fear are daily occurrences in countries like Africa, India and Papua New Guinea [PNG] just to name a few. Yet when I read the letters from people living in these and many more places, their passion is overwhelming. You also have a great respect for their rich, individual heritages.
You look at Papua New Guinea and discover it has over 800 languages. Each province has more than 20 different languages. Not all of them have the same dialect. The only language that they all can speak and understand is called "Pidgin English." 800 languages means that they also have this number of different customs and traditions. All just loaded with culture and character.
North America is the richest of nations, yet, for the most part, our culture is one of excess and excuses.
Excess: We eat too much. We drink too much. We spend far too much.
Excuses: We point fingers. We blame others. We dwell in dysfunction.
We are rich with excess and excuses. For so many we have a hard time speaking one language. We have bigger houses and bigger broken homes. Divorce is the norm. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We've learned how to make a living but not a life. It's time that we stop our spoiled, self-centered ways.
Time we look in the mirror at our fat selves. Weak with character, high with cholesterol. Time we wake up. Time we learn that life isn't about 'things'. Time that we use our rich resources for positive change. Time we give back. Help others. Time our lives are filled with purpose. In that we will have a real reason to live.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Widely recognized and award-nominated engineer, producer, writer, poet and founder and C.E.O. of 5 Star Productions, Miles Patrick Yohnke brings many years of experience to the music industry; including many awards in sales and marketing. Yohnke offers consulting in person, by phone or via email. For more info, please contact him at
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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RAIN WASHED
Author Unknown
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red-haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked.
"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.
"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run through the rain."
"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.
"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.
"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"
"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'"
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God lets us get wet, well, maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling, and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories... So, don't forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories every day. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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Author Unknown
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red-haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked.
"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.
"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run through the rain."
"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.
"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm.
"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"
"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'"
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God lets us get wet, well, maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling, and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories... So, don't forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories every day. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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THE BEST ARTIST
A despotic sultan who was blind in one eye invited three artists to paint his picture.
“If you do a bad portrait, I will punish you,” he warned, “ but if you do a good one I will reward you. Now start!”
The first artist produced a picture that showed the sultan as he was: blind in one eye.
The sultan had him executed for showing disrespect to his monarch.
The second artist showed him with both eyes intact.
The sultan had him flogged for trying to flatter him.
[IMG]http://dimdima.com/images/story_image/best_artist.jpg[/IMG]
The third artist drew him in profile, showing only his good eye.
The sultan, pleased, rewarded him with gold and honours.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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A despotic sultan who was blind in one eye invited three artists to paint his picture.
“If you do a bad portrait, I will punish you,” he warned, “ but if you do a good one I will reward you. Now start!”
The first artist produced a picture that showed the sultan as he was: blind in one eye.
The sultan had him executed for showing disrespect to his monarch.
The second artist showed him with both eyes intact.
The sultan had him flogged for trying to flatter him.
[IMG]http://dimdima.com/images/story_image/best_artist.jpg[/IMG]
The third artist drew him in profile, showing only his good eye.
The sultan, pleased, rewarded him with gold and honours.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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[Town Mouse & Country Mouse]
A town mouse paid a visit to his friend who lived in the countryside. The country mouse was happy to see his friend, so he prepared a fine feast for him. The town mouse looked at the fruit and the ear of corn with disdain.
"Is this how you live?" he asked, "Life in the country does not offer much."
He persuaded the country mouse to accompany him to the town and see all the good things there.
[img]http://www.kidsgen.com/moral_stories/images/townmouse1.jpg[/img]
So, the country mouse packed all his belongings, and off they went to the city. The country mouse was really surprised to see the things there. But as soon as they settled down to enjoy a fine meal of cheese and fruit, a big cat leapt in through the window. Seeing the cat, both the mice ran into their hole to save themselves, so the cat ate up all the cheese and fruit.
When the cat had gone away, the mice came out of their hole.
"I am going," cried the country mouse, "I prefer my simple fare in safety to this grand feast in such danger."
MORAL: Safety is of the utmost importance.
[CRK]
From India, Vijayawada
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A town mouse paid a visit to his friend who lived in the countryside. The country mouse was happy to see his friend, so he prepared a fine feast for him. The town mouse looked at the fruit and the ear of corn with disdain.
"Is this how you live?" he asked, "Life in the country does not offer much."
He persuaded the country mouse to accompany him to the town and see all the good things there.
[img]http://www.kidsgen.com/moral_stories/images/townmouse1.jpg[/img]
So, the country mouse packed all his belongings, and off they went to the city. The country mouse was really surprised to see the things there. But as soon as they settled down to enjoy a fine meal of cheese and fruit, a big cat leapt in through the window. Seeing the cat, both the mice ran into their hole to save themselves, so the cat ate up all the cheese and fruit.
When the cat had gone away, the mice came out of their hole.
"I am going," cried the country mouse, "I prefer my simple fare in safety to this grand feast in such danger."
MORAL: Safety is of the utmost importance.
[CRK]
From India, Vijayawada
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Enjoy this!
A Junior Software Engineer, a Senior Software Engineer, and their Project Manager are on their way to a meeting. On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp. They rub the lamp and a ghost appears. The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are three, I will allow one wish each." So the eager Junior Software Engineer shouted, "I want the first wish. I want to be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat, and have no worries." "Pfufffff" and he was gone. Now the Senior Software Engineer could not keep quiet and shouted, "I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food, and cocktails." "Pfufffff" and he was also gone.
The Project Manager calmly said, "I want these two idiots back in the office after lunch at 1.30 pm."
Moral of the story is:
"Always allow the boss to speak first."
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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A Junior Software Engineer, a Senior Software Engineer, and their Project Manager are on their way to a meeting. On their way through a park, they come across a wonder lamp. They rub the lamp and a ghost appears. The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three wishes but as you are three, I will allow one wish each." So the eager Junior Software Engineer shouted, "I want the first wish. I want to be in the Bahamas, on a fast boat, and have no worries." "Pfufffff" and he was gone. Now the Senior Software Engineer could not keep quiet and shouted, "I want to be in Florida with beautiful girls, plenty of food, and cocktails." "Pfufffff" and he was also gone.
The Project Manager calmly said, "I want these two idiots back in the office after lunch at 1.30 pm."
Moral of the story is:
"Always allow the boss to speak first."
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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Never Tell a Lie
One night, four college students played until late at night and didn't study for the test scheduled for the next day. In the morning, they thought of a plan. They made themselves look dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding the previous night, and on their return, the tire of their car burst. They had to push the car all the way back, and they were in no condition to appear for the test.
The Dean agreed to allow them to have a re-test after three days. They thanked him and assured him they would be ready by that time.
On the third day, they appeared before the Dean. The Dean informed them that as this was a Special Condition Test, all four were required to sit in separate classrooms for the test. They agreed, as they had prepared well in the last three days.
The test consisted of two questions with a total of 100 marks:
Q.1. Your Name.........................(2 MARKS)
Q.2. Which tire burst................ (98 MARKS)
a) Front Left
b) Front Right
c) Back Left
d) Back Right...!!!
True story from IIT Bombay ... Batch 1992-96
Moral of this Story
Never tell a lie. If you do so, you cannot maintain the same.
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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One night, four college students played until late at night and didn't study for the test scheduled for the next day. In the morning, they thought of a plan. They made themselves look dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding the previous night, and on their return, the tire of their car burst. They had to push the car all the way back, and they were in no condition to appear for the test.
The Dean agreed to allow them to have a re-test after three days. They thanked him and assured him they would be ready by that time.
On the third day, they appeared before the Dean. The Dean informed them that as this was a Special Condition Test, all four were required to sit in separate classrooms for the test. They agreed, as they had prepared well in the last three days.
The test consisted of two questions with a total of 100 marks:
Q.1. Your Name.........................(2 MARKS)
Q.2. Which tire burst................ (98 MARKS)
a) Front Left
b) Front Right
c) Back Left
d) Back Right...!!!
True story from IIT Bombay ... Batch 1992-96
Moral of this Story
Never tell a lie. If you do so, you cannot maintain the same.
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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NOT A STORY BUT A TRUE INCIDENT
An Indian man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to India on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Indian man hands over the keys and documents of the new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the title and everything checks out. The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Indian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.
Two weeks later, the Indian returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow "$5,000"?
The Indian replies: "Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return?"
Ah, the mind of the Indian... That is why Our India is shining
From India, Kumbakonam
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An Indian man walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He tells the loan officer that he is going to India on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer tells him that the bank will need some form of security for the loan, so the Indian man hands over the keys and documents of the new Ferrari parked on the street in front of the bank. He produces the title and everything checks out. The loan officer agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank's president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the Indian for using a $250,000 Ferrari as collateral against a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then drives the Ferrari into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.
Two weeks later, the Indian returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow "$5,000"?
The Indian replies: "Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return?"
Ah, the mind of the Indian... That is why Our India is shining
From India, Kumbakonam
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Dear Friends Enclosed is the funniest Corporate story. Hope everyone will enjoy With warm regards S. Bhaskar 9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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Very nice words which we all know but find very difficult to follow. By sending these, at least we read them, and maybe some of us will move closer to one day follow the moral in the stories.
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Ujjal
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Very Nice Moral Story.................
Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The other friend replied, "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.
Do not value the THINGS you have in your life. But value WHO you have in your life!
S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.
The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The other friend replied, "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."
LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.
Do not value the THINGS you have in your life. But value WHO you have in your life!
S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Dear Mr. Bill Gates,
This letter is from Banta Singh from Punjab.
We have bought a computer for our home and we found problems, which I want to bring to your notice.
After connecting to the internet, we planned to open an email account, and whenever we fill the form in Hotmail, in the password column, only * appears. But in the rest of the fields, whatever we typed appears, but we face this problem only in the password field. We checked with the hardware vendor, Santa Singh, and he said that there is no problem with the keyboard. Because of this, we opened the email account with the password *. I request you to check this as we ourselves do not know what the password is.
There is a 'Start' button but there is no stop button. Why do you have a START button after the computer is started anyway? You should put a STOP button. We request you to check this.
We find there is 'Run' in the menu. After clicking run, it shows a box asking where to run. We entered Sonapur because we have relatives there who can catch the computer until we come. But the computer replied, "Not found"! I think you must update it with a map of Punjab. Otherwise, this RUN command is of no use.
One doubt is that any 're-scooter' available in the system? As I find only 're-cycle,' but I own a scooter at my home, so I cannot use the re-cycle function.
Also, there is a 'Find' button but it is not working properly. My wife lost the door key, and we tried a lot to trace the key with this 'find,' but were unable to trace it. Is it a bug??
Also, I think the computer is very lazy. If nobody plays with it for five minutes, the screen goes blank and shows a small Windows logo floating on a black screen. Santa Singh (the vendor) said not to touch anything, and to restart and see. It worked, but every time the screen goes blank, I have to switch the power on and off, which is taking a long time to start. The computer also forgets what it was doing before it went blank. I think this is a serious backward step for your product. Please make computers smarter and more active in the future.
Thanks,
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
From India, Kumbakonam
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This letter is from Banta Singh from Punjab.
We have bought a computer for our home and we found problems, which I want to bring to your notice.
After connecting to the internet, we planned to open an email account, and whenever we fill the form in Hotmail, in the password column, only * appears. But in the rest of the fields, whatever we typed appears, but we face this problem only in the password field. We checked with the hardware vendor, Santa Singh, and he said that there is no problem with the keyboard. Because of this, we opened the email account with the password *. I request you to check this as we ourselves do not know what the password is.
There is a 'Start' button but there is no stop button. Why do you have a START button after the computer is started anyway? You should put a STOP button. We request you to check this.
We find there is 'Run' in the menu. After clicking run, it shows a box asking where to run. We entered Sonapur because we have relatives there who can catch the computer until we come. But the computer replied, "Not found"! I think you must update it with a map of Punjab. Otherwise, this RUN command is of no use.
One doubt is that any 're-scooter' available in the system? As I find only 're-cycle,' but I own a scooter at my home, so I cannot use the re-cycle function.
Also, there is a 'Find' button but it is not working properly. My wife lost the door key, and we tried a lot to trace the key with this 'find,' but were unable to trace it. Is it a bug??
Also, I think the computer is very lazy. If nobody plays with it for five minutes, the screen goes blank and shows a small Windows logo floating on a black screen. Santa Singh (the vendor) said not to touch anything, and to restart and see. It worked, but every time the screen goes blank, I have to switch the power on and off, which is taking a long time to start. The computer also forgets what it was doing before it went blank. I think this is a serious backward step for your product. Please make computers smarter and more active in the future.
Thanks,
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
From India, Kumbakonam
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In Story Column Without our Laloo Prasad Yadav, it becomes incomplete.
So Let the below story make this column 100% complete.
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S. Bhaskar
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Laloo Prasad sent his Bio Data to apply for a post in Microsoft Corporation, USA.
A few days later, he got this reply:
Dear Mr. Laloo Prasad,
You do not meet our requirements. Please do not send any further correspondence.
No phone calls shall be entertained.
Thanks,
Bill Gates.
Laloo Prasad jumped with joy on receiving this reply.
He arranged a press conference: "Bhaiyon aur Behno, aap ko jaan kar khushi hogi ki hum ko America mein naukri mil gayi hai."
Everyone was delighted. Laloo Prasad continued, "Ab hum aap sab ko apna appointment Letter padhkar sunaenge - par letter angrezi mein hai - isliye saath-saath Hindi mein translate bhi karunga.
Dear Mr. Laloo Prasad - Pyare Laloo Prasad bhaiyya,
You do not meet - aap to milte hi nahi ho,
our requirement - humko to zarurat hai,
Please do not send any further correspondence - ab Letter vetter bhejne ka koi zarurat nahi.
No phone call - phone ka bhi zarurat nahi hai,
shall be entertained - bahut khatir ki jayegi.
Thanks - aapka bahut bahut dhanyavad.
Bill Gates - Tohar Bilva.
From India, Kumbakonam
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So Let the below story make this column 100% complete.
With warm regards,
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
Laloo Prasad sent his Bio Data to apply for a post in Microsoft Corporation, USA.
A few days later, he got this reply:
Dear Mr. Laloo Prasad,
You do not meet our requirements. Please do not send any further correspondence.
No phone calls shall be entertained.
Thanks,
Bill Gates.
Laloo Prasad jumped with joy on receiving this reply.
He arranged a press conference: "Bhaiyon aur Behno, aap ko jaan kar khushi hogi ki hum ko America mein naukri mil gayi hai."
Everyone was delighted. Laloo Prasad continued, "Ab hum aap sab ko apna appointment Letter padhkar sunaenge - par letter angrezi mein hai - isliye saath-saath Hindi mein translate bhi karunga.
Dear Mr. Laloo Prasad - Pyare Laloo Prasad bhaiyya,
You do not meet - aap to milte hi nahi ho,
our requirement - humko to zarurat hai,
Please do not send any further correspondence - ab Letter vetter bhejne ka koi zarurat nahi.
No phone call - phone ka bhi zarurat nahi hai,
shall be entertained - bahut khatir ki jayegi.
Thanks - aapka bahut bahut dhanyavad.
Bill Gates - Tohar Bilva.
From India, Kumbakonam
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Let us see a scene from Evergreen Movie Sholay (Remake)???
Gabbar ki Software Company
Gabbar sends Kaalia and two others to Ramgad to collect the loot-maar software he had ordered. They reach Ramgad and started shouting: "Abe O Thakur! Kahan hai woh loot-maar software? Last date to kab ka nikal gaya."
Thakur [with anger]: "Chillao mat! Jaakar Gabbar se kah do ki Thakur Software walon ne paagal kutton ke liye software banana band kar diya hai."
Kaalia: "Bahut garmi dikha rahe ho Thakur? Koi naye programmers hire kiye hain kya?"
Thakur: "Nazar uttha ke dekh, Kaalia, tere sar par PowerBuilder chal raha hai."
Kaalia looks up and sees Viru (Dharmendra) working on a PC on one water tank and Jay (Amitabh) on another, using a laptop.
Kaalia starts laughing and says: "Ha ha... Thakur ne freshers ko liya hai, Ye log Programming karenge? Inko to DOS commands bhi nahin aate."
Viru shouts: "Chup-chaap chala ja kutte. Hum log consultants hain, Kuch bhi kar sakte hain."
Jay hits his keyboard, then says: "Jaao Kaalia, Gabbar se kahna ki uska server down ho gaya."
AT GABBAR'S DEN...
Gabbar: "Kitne bugs the?"
Kaalia: "Do sarkaar."
Gabbar: "Wo do! Aur tum teen. Phir bhi fix nahi kar sake? Kya soch ke aaye ho? Gabbar bahut khush hoga? Naya assignment dega... aur increment bhi? Iski saza milegi... barobar milegi." [Snatches an X terminal from Sambaa]. "Kitne sessions hain is machine mein?"
Sambaa: "Chhey sarkaar."
Gabbar: "Session chhey aur programmer teen. Bahut naainsaafi hai." [logout - logout - logout]. "Haan ab theek hai... ab tera kya hoga Kaalia?"
Kaalia: "Sarkaar, maine aapka code likha tha."
Gabbar: "To ab documentation kar! Ha...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha............................ . ................
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S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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Gabbar ki Software Company
Gabbar sends Kaalia and two others to Ramgad to collect the loot-maar software he had ordered. They reach Ramgad and started shouting: "Abe O Thakur! Kahan hai woh loot-maar software? Last date to kab ka nikal gaya."
Thakur [with anger]: "Chillao mat! Jaakar Gabbar se kah do ki Thakur Software walon ne paagal kutton ke liye software banana band kar diya hai."
Kaalia: "Bahut garmi dikha rahe ho Thakur? Koi naye programmers hire kiye hain kya?"
Thakur: "Nazar uttha ke dekh, Kaalia, tere sar par PowerBuilder chal raha hai."
Kaalia looks up and sees Viru (Dharmendra) working on a PC on one water tank and Jay (Amitabh) on another, using a laptop.
Kaalia starts laughing and says: "Ha ha... Thakur ne freshers ko liya hai, Ye log Programming karenge? Inko to DOS commands bhi nahin aate."
Viru shouts: "Chup-chaap chala ja kutte. Hum log consultants hain, Kuch bhi kar sakte hain."
Jay hits his keyboard, then says: "Jaao Kaalia, Gabbar se kahna ki uska server down ho gaya."
AT GABBAR'S DEN...
Gabbar: "Kitne bugs the?"
Kaalia: "Do sarkaar."
Gabbar: "Wo do! Aur tum teen. Phir bhi fix nahi kar sake? Kya soch ke aaye ho? Gabbar bahut khush hoga? Naya assignment dega... aur increment bhi? Iski saza milegi... barobar milegi." [Snatches an X terminal from Sambaa]. "Kitne sessions hain is machine mein?"
Sambaa: "Chhey sarkaar."
Gabbar: "Session chhey aur programmer teen. Bahut naainsaafi hai." [logout - logout - logout]. "Haan ab theek hai... ab tera kya hoga Kaalia?"
Kaalia: "Sarkaar, maine aapka code likha tha."
Gabbar: "To ab documentation kar! Ha...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha...... Ha............................ . ................
With warm regards
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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Dear all,
First and foremost, I would like to express my special thanks to Mr. CRK for initiating the excellent thread and consistently sharing superb stories within it. Thank you very much, CRK; I truly appreciate your efforts. Thanks a lot for presenting such wonderful stories. Please keep posting good ones.
I would also like to extend my gratitude to our CiteHR friends who are sharing very meaningful stories. Thank you all for your contributions.
I would like to take this opportunity to mention that I have observed some of our CiteHR friends repeatedly quoting the same stories in their comments, leading to longer threads and story repetitions. Therefore, I kindly request all of you to avoid quoting the same stories when writing your comments.
Wishing you all the best, and a special thanks to CRK.
Regards,
TSK
From India, Hyderabad
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First and foremost, I would like to express my special thanks to Mr. CRK for initiating the excellent thread and consistently sharing superb stories within it. Thank you very much, CRK; I truly appreciate your efforts. Thanks a lot for presenting such wonderful stories. Please keep posting good ones.
I would also like to extend my gratitude to our CiteHR friends who are sharing very meaningful stories. Thank you all for your contributions.
I would like to take this opportunity to mention that I have observed some of our CiteHR friends repeatedly quoting the same stories in their comments, leading to longer threads and story repetitions. Therefore, I kindly request all of you to avoid quoting the same stories when writing your comments.
Wishing you all the best, and a special thanks to CRK.
Regards,
TSK
From India, Hyderabad
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Thank you, Mr. TSK, for your comments and feedback. Along with my other subject-oriented threads, this thread is an effort for a minimum refreshment out of our daily busy job activities.
I am taking this opportunity to thank all of our citehr member friends for contributing and encouraging through their good comments and feedback on all my threads. Keep posting and keep visiting. Thanks & Regards.
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- Stories from Gandhiji's Life
The Snake
One day, Gandhiji and Vallabhbhai Patel were talking in Yaravada jail when Gandhiji remarked, "At times even a dead snake can be of use." He related the following story to illustrate his point: Once a snake entered the house of an old woman. The old woman was frightened and cried out for help. Hearing her, the neighbors rushed up and killed the snake. Then they returned to their homes. Instead of throwing the dead snake far away, the old woman flung it onto her roof. Sometime later, a kite flying overhead spotted the dead snake. In its beak, the kite had a pearl necklace which it had picked up from somewhere. It dropped the necklace and flew away with the dead snake. When the old woman saw a bright, shining object on her roof, she pulled it down with a pole. Finding that it was a pearl necklace, she danced with joy!
When Gandhiji finished his story, Vallabhbhai Patel said he too had a story to tell: One day, a bania found a snake in his house. He couldn't find anyone to kill it for him and hadn't the courage to kill it himself. Besides, he hated killing any living creature. So he covered the snake with a pot and left it there. As luck would have it, that night some thieves broke into the bania's house. They entered the kitchen and saw the overturned pot. "Ah," they thought, "the bania has hidden something valuable here." As they lifted the pot, the snake struck. Having come with the object of stealing, they barely left with their lives.
CRK
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The Snake
One day, Gandhiji and Vallabhbhai Patel were talking in Yaravada jail when Gandhiji remarked, "At times even a dead snake can be of use." He related the following story to illustrate his point: Once a snake entered the house of an old woman. The old woman was frightened and cried out for help. Hearing her, the neighbors rushed up and killed the snake. Then they returned to their homes. Instead of throwing the dead snake far away, the old woman flung it onto her roof. Sometime later, a kite flying overhead spotted the dead snake. In its beak, the kite had a pearl necklace which it had picked up from somewhere. It dropped the necklace and flew away with the dead snake. When the old woman saw a bright, shining object on her roof, she pulled it down with a pole. Finding that it was a pearl necklace, she danced with joy!
When Gandhiji finished his story, Vallabhbhai Patel said he too had a story to tell: One day, a bania found a snake in his house. He couldn't find anyone to kill it for him and hadn't the courage to kill it himself. Besides, he hated killing any living creature. So he covered the snake with a pot and left it there. As luck would have it, that night some thieves broke into the bania's house. They entered the kitchen and saw the overturned pot. "Ah," they thought, "the bania has hidden something valuable here." As they lifted the pot, the snake struck. Having come with the object of stealing, they barely left with their lives.
CRK
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Hello everyone,
Here is an addition to the great thing started by CRK:
ALEXANDER - The Great's Last 3 Wishes
Alexander, after conquering many kingdoms, was returning home. On the way, he fell ill and it took him to his deathbed. With death staring him in the face, Alexander realized how his conquests, his great army, his sharp sword, and all his wealth were of no consequence.
He now longed to reach home to see his mother's face and bid her his last adieu. But, he had to accept the fact that his sinking health would not permit him to reach his distant homeland.
So, the mighty conqueror lay prostrate and pale, helplessly waiting to breathe his last. He called his generals and said, "I will depart from this world soon, I have three wishes, please carry them out without fail."
With tears flowing down their cheeks, the generals agreed to abide by their king's last wishes.
1) "My first desire is that," said Alexander, "My physicians alone must carry my coffin."
2) After a pause, he continued, "Secondly, I desire that when my coffin is being carried to the grave, the path leading to the graveyard be strewn with gold, silver, and precious stones which I have collected in my treasury."
3) The king felt exhausted after saying this. He took a minute's rest and continued. "My third and last wish is that both my hands be kept dangling out of my coffin."
The people who had gathered there wondered at the king's strange wishes. But no one dared bring the question to their lips. Alexander's favorite general kissed his hand and pressed them to his heart.
"O king, we assure you that all your wishes will be fulfilled. But tell us why do you make such strange wishes?"
At this, Alexander took a deep breath and said:
"I would like the world to know of the three lessons I have just learnt.
Lessons to be learnt from the last 3 wishes of King Alexander...
I want my physicians to carry my coffin because people should realize that no doctor on this earth can really cure anybody. They are powerless and cannot save a person from the clutches of death.
So let not people take life for granted.
The second wish of strewing gold, silver, and other riches on the path to the graveyard is to tell people that not even a fraction of gold will come with me. I spent all my life in the greed of power, earning riches but cannot take anything with me.
Let people realize that it is a sheer waste of time to chase wealth.
And about my third wish of having my hands dangling out of the coffin, I wish people to know that I came empty-handed into this world and empty-handed I go out of this world."
With these words, the king closed his eyes.
Soon he let death conquer him and breathed his last...
LESSON TO LEARN:
Remember, your health is in your own hands, look after it.
Wealth is only meaningful if you can share and also enjoy while you are still alive, kicking & healthy.
What you do for yourself dies with you.
But what you do for others will live forever.
Leave the legacy behind.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. - Albert Einstein
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Here is an addition to the great thing started by CRK:
ALEXANDER - The Great's Last 3 Wishes
Alexander, after conquering many kingdoms, was returning home. On the way, he fell ill and it took him to his deathbed. With death staring him in the face, Alexander realized how his conquests, his great army, his sharp sword, and all his wealth were of no consequence.
He now longed to reach home to see his mother's face and bid her his last adieu. But, he had to accept the fact that his sinking health would not permit him to reach his distant homeland.
So, the mighty conqueror lay prostrate and pale, helplessly waiting to breathe his last. He called his generals and said, "I will depart from this world soon, I have three wishes, please carry them out without fail."
With tears flowing down their cheeks, the generals agreed to abide by their king's last wishes.
1) "My first desire is that," said Alexander, "My physicians alone must carry my coffin."
2) After a pause, he continued, "Secondly, I desire that when my coffin is being carried to the grave, the path leading to the graveyard be strewn with gold, silver, and precious stones which I have collected in my treasury."
3) The king felt exhausted after saying this. He took a minute's rest and continued. "My third and last wish is that both my hands be kept dangling out of my coffin."
The people who had gathered there wondered at the king's strange wishes. But no one dared bring the question to their lips. Alexander's favorite general kissed his hand and pressed them to his heart.
"O king, we assure you that all your wishes will be fulfilled. But tell us why do you make such strange wishes?"
At this, Alexander took a deep breath and said:
"I would like the world to know of the three lessons I have just learnt.
Lessons to be learnt from the last 3 wishes of King Alexander...
I want my physicians to carry my coffin because people should realize that no doctor on this earth can really cure anybody. They are powerless and cannot save a person from the clutches of death.
So let not people take life for granted.
The second wish of strewing gold, silver, and other riches on the path to the graveyard is to tell people that not even a fraction of gold will come with me. I spent all my life in the greed of power, earning riches but cannot take anything with me.
Let people realize that it is a sheer waste of time to chase wealth.
And about my third wish of having my hands dangling out of the coffin, I wish people to know that I came empty-handed into this world and empty-handed I go out of this world."
With these words, the king closed his eyes.
Soon he let death conquer him and breathed his last...
LESSON TO LEARN:
Remember, your health is in your own hands, look after it.
Wealth is only meaningful if you can share and also enjoy while you are still alive, kicking & healthy.
What you do for yourself dies with you.
But what you do for others will live forever.
Leave the legacy behind.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning. - Albert Einstein
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One life gone, 2 people dead !
A mother is devastated, she is howling with pain, yelling all she can in that dark and dingy corner of her four by four kholi. There was nobody to hear her yell and not a soul to pacify her, because outside her shack is a long winding lonely road. There was no existence of mankind for miles and miles ahead. The wind was at rest, the leaves didn’t rustle and no resonance of a barking dog, silence filled the air. Loneliness was already killing her, but no one knows what made her cry?
Losing something you love with all your heart isn’t really the grief you can ever overcome. Radha lost her baby. Her only means to live. She saw her child getting crushed under a car in front of her own eyes. Blood was all over and the accident was terrible. One lonely night, she was walking down the street t get a breath of fresh air with her child cuddled tight in her arms. She walked a long time s till she saw the face of mankind (in the evilest form).
The whole time she walked with her child in her arms the only thing that worried her was Aryans (her son’s) future. What kind of a person will he be? Will he make me proud? How much light is life going to bring in his existence? She was imagining and feeling every day of the Childs growth, and what she had in store for him. But who knows what’s in store for us tomorrow, life can change in the splits of a second. Talk about destiny, all those dreams hopes and expectations were snatched away from her in an instant. Her smiles were frowns and her faith just crumbled, like a deal soul in a living, rather breathing body.
This is how it happened…. On that abandoned road, were a few streetlights barely sufficient? There was this one light that was visible from a distance, but as it came closer it got brighter and brighter. That light changed radha’s life into darkness forever. A speeding car came down that road, as if the driver had jammed the accelerator, cutting across the wind. He came at a speek of 110kmph throwing beer bottles out of his half open window. He was definitely drunk, the speed took everything in its path. Just then, there was a loud cry, and silence set in again. The cry of a baby and no sight of a child.
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Ironically the mother wasn’t hurt, not a scratch on a body, not a bruise on her arm. She opened her eyes and didn’t she Aryan, her vision was blur. After a few minutes when her sight cleared up she looked all over frantically for her baby, but alas! There was nothing. Just then she noticed something about then feet away it was blood draining into the gutter’s, and pieces of minced flesh, laying there saying so much without saying anything at all. The blood of her baby, the child who hadn’t even seen life,
He paid the price for another man’s folly. The same little child whose future was just being planned.
Simple, don’t drink and drive. You could take a life, but kill a number of people.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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- Nisha Malhotra
A mother is devastated, she is howling with pain, yelling all she can in that dark and dingy corner of her four by four kholi. There was nobody to hear her yell and not a soul to pacify her, because outside her shack is a long winding lonely road. There was no existence of mankind for miles and miles ahead. The wind was at rest, the leaves didn’t rustle and no resonance of a barking dog, silence filled the air. Loneliness was already killing her, but no one knows what made her cry?
Losing something you love with all your heart isn’t really the grief you can ever overcome. Radha lost her baby. Her only means to live. She saw her child getting crushed under a car in front of her own eyes. Blood was all over and the accident was terrible. One lonely night, she was walking down the street t get a breath of fresh air with her child cuddled tight in her arms. She walked a long time s till she saw the face of mankind (in the evilest form).
The whole time she walked with her child in her arms the only thing that worried her was Aryans (her son’s) future. What kind of a person will he be? Will he make me proud? How much light is life going to bring in his existence? She was imagining and feeling every day of the Childs growth, and what she had in store for him. But who knows what’s in store for us tomorrow, life can change in the splits of a second. Talk about destiny, all those dreams hopes and expectations were snatched away from her in an instant. Her smiles were frowns and her faith just crumbled, like a deal soul in a living, rather breathing body.
This is how it happened…. On that abandoned road, were a few streetlights barely sufficient? There was this one light that was visible from a distance, but as it came closer it got brighter and brighter. That light changed radha’s life into darkness forever. A speeding car came down that road, as if the driver had jammed the accelerator, cutting across the wind. He came at a speek of 110kmph throwing beer bottles out of his half open window. He was definitely drunk, the speed took everything in its path. Just then, there was a loud cry, and silence set in again. The cry of a baby and no sight of a child.
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Ironically the mother wasn’t hurt, not a scratch on a body, not a bruise on her arm. She opened her eyes and didn’t she Aryan, her vision was blur. After a few minutes when her sight cleared up she looked all over frantically for her baby, but alas! There was nothing. Just then she noticed something about then feet away it was blood draining into the gutter’s, and pieces of minced flesh, laying there saying so much without saying anything at all. The blood of her baby, the child who hadn’t even seen life,
He paid the price for another man’s folly. The same little child whose future was just being planned.
Simple, don’t drink and drive. You could take a life, but kill a number of people.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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MAKING OF A MOTHER
By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"
"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked.
The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord, "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine-year-old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak," the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"
The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."
The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"
"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked.
The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."
The Angel tried to stop the Lord, "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine-year-old to stand in the shower."
The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?" asked the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate."
The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak," the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."
The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"
The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Dear Friends,
Following is the article about Alcohol. Please enjoy.
Side effects of alcohol ... And remedies!!!
1. Symptom: Cold and humid feet.
Cause: Glass is being held at an incorrect angle (You are pouring the drink on your feet).
Cure: Maneuver glass until the open end is facing upward.
2. Symptom: The wall facing you is full of lights.
Cause: You're lying on the floor.
Cure: Position your body at a 90-degree angle to the floor.
3. Symptom: The floor looks blurry.
Cause: You're looking through an empty glass.
Cure: Quickly refill with your favorite drink!
4. Symptom: The floor is moving.
Cause: You're being dragged away.
Cure: At least ask where they're taking you!
5. Symptom: You hear echoes every time someone speaks.
Cause: You have your glass on your ear.
Cure: Stop making a fool of yourself!
6. Symptom: Your dad and all your brothers are looking funny.
Cause: You're in the wrong house.
Cure: Ask if they can point you to your house.
7. Symptom: The room is shaking a lot, everyone is dressed in white, and the music is very repetitive.
Cause: You're in an ambulance.
Cure: Don't move. Let the professionals do their job.
Cheers!!!!
S. Bhaskar
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From India, Kumbakonam
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Following is the article about Alcohol. Please enjoy.
Side effects of alcohol ... And remedies!!!
1. Symptom: Cold and humid feet.
Cause: Glass is being held at an incorrect angle (You are pouring the drink on your feet).
Cure: Maneuver glass until the open end is facing upward.
2. Symptom: The wall facing you is full of lights.
Cause: You're lying on the floor.
Cure: Position your body at a 90-degree angle to the floor.
3. Symptom: The floor looks blurry.
Cause: You're looking through an empty glass.
Cure: Quickly refill with your favorite drink!
4. Symptom: The floor is moving.
Cause: You're being dragged away.
Cure: At least ask where they're taking you!
5. Symptom: You hear echoes every time someone speaks.
Cause: You have your glass on your ear.
Cure: Stop making a fool of yourself!
6. Symptom: Your dad and all your brothers are looking funny.
Cause: You're in the wrong house.
Cure: Ask if they can point you to your house.
7. Symptom: The room is shaking a lot, everyone is dressed in white, and the music is very repetitive.
Cause: You're in an ambulance.
Cure: Don't move. Let the professionals do their job.
Cheers!!!!
S. Bhaskar
9099024667
From India, Kumbakonam
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THE TRAP
There was a village that was attacked by wild boars. Everyday the wild boars would enter the village to rampage the whole village of their food. The villagers tried various means to fight and chase away the wild boars, but without much success.
One day a wise man approached the village headman to offer his advice. He told the villagers that they will have to follow all his advice and directions. Out of desperation, the villagers agreed. The wise man told the villagers to gather all the food from every household and put it in the middle of a big empty field.
They followed his advice, and immediately they saw hundreds of wild boars approaching the vicinity where the food was placed. The wild boars were apprehensive initially, but after a while they went for the food. Once the wild boars had a taste of the food they came back for the free food everyday. And everyday the villagers would put more food in the field and the wild boars would come to have their free meals. After a while, the wise man asked the villagers to erect four poles at the four corners of the field.
The wild boars were too busy having their food that they did not take notice of what was happening. After a few weeks, the wild boars developed the habit of having free food. The wise man then asked the villagers to put fencing around the field, with a large gate through which the wild boars can enter to have their food.
Finally, once the fencing and the gate were completed, the villagers closed the gate and all the wild boars were trapped inside the field. The wild boars were finally defeated!
SUCCESS PRINCIPLES
Habits are easily developed but difficult to get rid of. The wild boars were trapped because out of their greed, they developed the habit of having free food, and without having to work for their food.
They became so comfortable, that they did not realize they were being trapped. Most of us are like the wild boars because we become too comfortable with our jobs and businesses that we do not realize we are in one way or another being "trapped". We seek security rather than freedom!
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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There was a village that was attacked by wild boars. Everyday the wild boars would enter the village to rampage the whole village of their food. The villagers tried various means to fight and chase away the wild boars, but without much success.
One day a wise man approached the village headman to offer his advice. He told the villagers that they will have to follow all his advice and directions. Out of desperation, the villagers agreed. The wise man told the villagers to gather all the food from every household and put it in the middle of a big empty field.
They followed his advice, and immediately they saw hundreds of wild boars approaching the vicinity where the food was placed. The wild boars were apprehensive initially, but after a while they went for the food. Once the wild boars had a taste of the food they came back for the free food everyday. And everyday the villagers would put more food in the field and the wild boars would come to have their free meals. After a while, the wise man asked the villagers to erect four poles at the four corners of the field.
The wild boars were too busy having their food that they did not take notice of what was happening. After a few weeks, the wild boars developed the habit of having free food. The wise man then asked the villagers to put fencing around the field, with a large gate through which the wild boars can enter to have their food.
Finally, once the fencing and the gate were completed, the villagers closed the gate and all the wild boars were trapped inside the field. The wild boars were finally defeated!
SUCCESS PRINCIPLES
Habits are easily developed but difficult to get rid of. The wild boars were trapped because out of their greed, they developed the habit of having free food, and without having to work for their food.
They became so comfortable, that they did not realize they were being trapped. Most of us are like the wild boars because we become too comfortable with our jobs and businesses that we do not realize we are in one way or another being "trapped". We seek security rather than freedom!
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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A jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at Microsoft. The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test. "You are employed," he said. "Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as the date when you may start."
The man replied, "But I don't have a computer, neither an email." "I'm sorry," said the HR manager, "If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job."
The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door-to-door round.
In less than two hours, he succeeded in doubling his capital. He repeated the operation three times and returned home with $80.
The man realized that he can survive this way, and started to go earlier every day and return late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and eventually had his own fleet of delivery vehicles. Five years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US.
He started to plan his family's future and decided to have life insurance. He called an insurance broker and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him for his email.
The man replied, "I don't have an email."
The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet you have succeeded in building an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?!"
The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!"
Moral of the story:
- Internet is not the solution to your life.
- If you don't have internet and work hard, you can be a millionaire.
Have a great day!
Hard work and determination pay for sure.
From India, Kumbakonam
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The man replied, "But I don't have a computer, neither an email." "I'm sorry," said the HR manager, "If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job."
The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10Kg tomato crate. He then sold the tomatoes in a door-to-door round.
In less than two hours, he succeeded in doubling his capital. He repeated the operation three times and returned home with $80.
The man realized that he can survive this way, and started to go earlier every day and return late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled every day. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and eventually had his own fleet of delivery vehicles. Five years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US.
He started to plan his family's future and decided to have life insurance. He called an insurance broker and chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him for his email.
The man replied, "I don't have an email."
The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet you have succeeded in building an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?!"
The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!"
Moral of the story:
- Internet is not the solution to your life.
- If you don't have internet and work hard, you can be a millionaire.
Have a great day!
Hard work and determination pay for sure.
From India, Kumbakonam
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REALIZE THE VALUE OF TIME
When the angel of death came to Joe Smith, to accompany him to his real home, Joe dismissively responded “I am not ready to die as I have so much left to do. Do you mind coming back later?” the Angel replied, sorry your time is up and we must leave now.
Joe enquired, “don’t you know who I am? I am Joe Smith, one of the richest men in the world. The Angel nodded “I know all about you as I do everyone else; now hurry along, Let’s go.” Joe pleaded; “if I were to give you 10% of my fortune, which is over a billion dollars, will you turn a blind eye and return a year later?” the Angel shook his head and replied, “you don’t seem to understand Joe. It is time to go” For the next few moments, Joe tried his best to negotiate with the angel giving away more of his fortune for lesser time. He finally succumbed and offered “if I were to give you all my fortune, which is 10 billion dollars, will you give me 5 minutes so that I can call my wife and children and tell them that I love them? I have never told them this and it is very important to me that they know how I feel about them.
I also need to seek forgiveness from 2 people that I have hurt the most. All I ask is 5 minutes!” the Angel paused and looked at Joe curiously and asked, “how long did it take you to make your 10 billion dollars?” Joe replied, “30 years my friend - it took me a whole 30 years - it’s a great deal in exchange for 5 minutes, take it - you will never have to work another day in your life. “
The Angel shook his head and said “I really do not understand you human beings! If you are willing to give up 30 years of your lives’ work for 5 minutes, then why did you not make the most of every minute while you had it?
How did you value your time? Where were your priorities? Why did you not say or do the things that really mattered?” The lights went off a second later, Joe was gone. His 10 billion dollars could not buy him the time to do what really mattered.
Time! Your most precious invaluable resource!
cRK
From India, Vijayawada
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When the angel of death came to Joe Smith, to accompany him to his real home, Joe dismissively responded “I am not ready to die as I have so much left to do. Do you mind coming back later?” the Angel replied, sorry your time is up and we must leave now.
Joe enquired, “don’t you know who I am? I am Joe Smith, one of the richest men in the world. The Angel nodded “I know all about you as I do everyone else; now hurry along, Let’s go.” Joe pleaded; “if I were to give you 10% of my fortune, which is over a billion dollars, will you turn a blind eye and return a year later?” the Angel shook his head and replied, “you don’t seem to understand Joe. It is time to go” For the next few moments, Joe tried his best to negotiate with the angel giving away more of his fortune for lesser time. He finally succumbed and offered “if I were to give you all my fortune, which is 10 billion dollars, will you give me 5 minutes so that I can call my wife and children and tell them that I love them? I have never told them this and it is very important to me that they know how I feel about them.
I also need to seek forgiveness from 2 people that I have hurt the most. All I ask is 5 minutes!” the Angel paused and looked at Joe curiously and asked, “how long did it take you to make your 10 billion dollars?” Joe replied, “30 years my friend - it took me a whole 30 years - it’s a great deal in exchange for 5 minutes, take it - you will never have to work another day in your life. “
The Angel shook his head and said “I really do not understand you human beings! If you are willing to give up 30 years of your lives’ work for 5 minutes, then why did you not make the most of every minute while you had it?
How did you value your time? Where were your priorities? Why did you not say or do the things that really mattered?” The lights went off a second later, Joe was gone. His 10 billion dollars could not buy him the time to do what really mattered.
Time! Your most precious invaluable resource!
cRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Dear CRK, Really this is very good and meaningful story ..... Yes....everybody should understand the value of time.....since it is very very precious. Thank you very much for sharing . Regards, TSK
From India, Hyderabad
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From India, Hyderabad
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Twinkies and Root Beer
A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons.
The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.
The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at the boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.
Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.
As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?"
He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"
Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked, "Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"
He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected."
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!
~author unknown~
From India, Kochi
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A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons.
The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.
The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at the boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.
Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.
As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?"
He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!"
Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked, "Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?"
He replied, "I ate Twinkies in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected."
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!
~author unknown~
From India, Kochi
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Dear Friends,
Herewith, I am sharing a good moral story... Hope you all like it. I got this story earlier from this same community and wanted to post it again in this story thread.
A rich old man was very ill and was on his 'death-bed'. His four sons stood around him. The eldest son said, "Father has only a few breaths left now. Soon he will die. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that we can decorate the arthi nicely. Also order a set of new clothes for him. Our father has lived like a king. So, he must go too, like a King."
The second son said, "Why order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. The carriage shall cost us dear. Why don't we just ask for the ambulance from the 'Jeevan Hospital', down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. And, do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. He won't even know."
The third son was even thriftier. He said, "Of what use is the ambulance from Jeevan Hospital? We can request an ambulance from the Government Hospital or from the Red Cross Society. Surely that should be more economical. After all, what does it matter to a dead man, whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?"
The youngest son was craftier still. He said, "Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. We are four of us; we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. It's only a short distance from our house to the crematorium."
The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. The very sons for whose sake he had toiled all his life! For them, he had scrimped and scraped for years to give them a good life. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long, long time. What was this they were saying? His sons! His dearly beloved sons! His own flesh and blood!
With a surge of energy, he sprang up from the bed and said, "If one of you will kindly bring my shoes, I'll just go by myself. I don't need a carriage, an ambulance, or a cot. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. I don't need help from any one of you."
Thank you.
From India, Hyderabad
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Herewith, I am sharing a good moral story... Hope you all like it. I got this story earlier from this same community and wanted to post it again in this story thread.
A rich old man was very ill and was on his 'death-bed'. His four sons stood around him. The eldest son said, "Father has only a few breaths left now. Soon he will die. Let us arrange for a beautiful open-jeep carriage to take the body to the funeral ground. One of you go and talk to the flower girl to deliver fifty garlands of fresh balsam flowers so that we can decorate the arthi nicely. Also order a set of new clothes for him. Our father has lived like a king. So, he must go too, like a King."
The second son said, "Why order the flowers? They shall rot in this heat anyways. The carriage shall cost us dear. Why don't we just ask for the ambulance from the 'Jeevan Hospital', down the road? It shall not cost as much as the jeep carriage. And, do we really need the new clothes? He is going to be dead anyways. He won't even know."
The third son was even thriftier. He said, "Of what use is the ambulance from Jeevan Hospital? We can request an ambulance from the Government Hospital or from the Red Cross Society. Surely that should be more economical. After all, what does it matter to a dead man, whether his last journey is in a fancy carriage or in an ordinary ambulance?"
The youngest son was craftier still. He said, "Why bother with the ambulance and the flowers? The funeral ground is just behind our house anyway. We are four of us; we can put him on a cot and carry him on our shoulders. It's only a short distance from our house to the crematorium."
The old man happened to be listening to this conversation between his sons. The very sons for whose sake he had toiled all his life! For them, he had scrimped and scraped for years to give them a good life. He wanted to leave behind enough wealth to make them comfortable for a long, long time. What was this they were saying? His sons! His dearly beloved sons! His own flesh and blood!
With a surge of energy, he sprang up from the bed and said, "If one of you will kindly bring my shoes, I'll just go by myself. I don't need a carriage, an ambulance, or a cot. I think my shoes are enough for me to walk out of here. I don't need help from any one of you."
Thank you.
From India, Hyderabad
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Dear CRK, I could not see stories these days from you. Hence I am requesting you to post good stories like earlier at your convenience time. Thanks in advance, TSK
From India, Hyderabad
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Once upon a time, there was a boy with a very difficult character. His father gives him a bag full of nails and tells him to drive one nail in the garden fence every time he loses his patience and/or has an argument with someone.
The first day, the boy drives 37 nails into the garden fence.
In the following weeks, the boy learns to control himself, and the number of nails driven into the fence gets lower every day.
The boy discovers that it is easier to learn to control himself than to hammer nails into the fence.
At last, the day comes when the boy does not drive any nails into the garden fence.
Then he goes to his father and tells him that today he did not need to hammer any nails.
His father then tells the boy to take out one nail from the fence for every day he succeeds in controlling his temper and not losing his patience.
Many days pass, and finally, the boy can tell his father that he took out all the nails from the fence.
The father brings his son in front of the fence and tells him:
"My son, you behaved well, but look how many holes you left in the fence. It will never be the same. When you have an argument with someone and tell him bad words, you leave him with wounds like these ones. You can stab a man and then take the knife out, but you will always leave a wound. It does not matter how many times you say sorry, the wound will stay. A wound caused by words hurts just as bad as a physical wound. So, BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU ARE ANGRY...
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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The first day, the boy drives 37 nails into the garden fence.
In the following weeks, the boy learns to control himself, and the number of nails driven into the fence gets lower every day.
The boy discovers that it is easier to learn to control himself than to hammer nails into the fence.
At last, the day comes when the boy does not drive any nails into the garden fence.
Then he goes to his father and tells him that today he did not need to hammer any nails.
His father then tells the boy to take out one nail from the fence for every day he succeeds in controlling his temper and not losing his patience.
Many days pass, and finally, the boy can tell his father that he took out all the nails from the fence.
The father brings his son in front of the fence and tells him:
"My son, you behaved well, but look how many holes you left in the fence. It will never be the same. When you have an argument with someone and tell him bad words, you leave him with wounds like these ones. You can stab a man and then take the knife out, but you will always leave a wound. It does not matter how many times you say sorry, the wound will stay. A wound caused by words hurts just as bad as a physical wound. So, BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU ARE ANGRY...
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Happy morning CRK,
Thanks for your prompt reply. Please see the below link to view my today's special 'Picture Thought' post:
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Regards,
AVS
From India, Madras
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Thanks for your prompt reply. Please see the below link to view my today's special 'Picture Thought' post:
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Regards,
AVS
From India, Madras
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THE PLAN OF THE LORD
Once there was a sweeper in a well-known temple, and he was very sincere and devoted. Every time he saw thousands of devotees coming to take darshan of the Lord, he thought that the Lord is standing all the time and giving darshan, and He must be feeling very tired.
So one day very innocently he asked the Lord whether he can take the place of the Lord for a day so that the Lord can have some relief and rest. The Deity of the Temple replied, "I do not mind taking a break. I will transform you like Myself, but you must do one thing. You must just stand here like Me, smile at everyone, and just give benedictions. Do not interfere with anything and do not say anything. Remember you are the deity and you just have faith that I have a master plan for everything." The sweeper agreed to this.
The next day the sweeper took the position of the deity and a rich man came and prayed to the Lord. He offered a nice donation and prayed that his business should be prosperous. While going, the rich man inadvertently left his wallet full of money right there. Now the sweeper in the form of the deity could not call him, so he decided to control himself and keep quiet.
Just then a poor man came and he put one coin in the Hundi and said that it was all he could afford and he prayed to the Lord that he should continue to be engaged in the Lord's service. He also said that his family was in dire need of some basic needs but he left it to the good hands of the Lord to give some solution. When he opened his eyes, he saw the wallet left by the rich man. The poor man thanked the Lord for His kindness and took the wallet very innocently. The sweeper in the form of the Deity could not say anything, and he had to just keep smiling.
At that point a sailor walked in. He prayed for his safe journey as he was going on a long trip. Just then the rich man came with the police and said that somebody has stolen his wallet and seeing the sailor there, he asked the police to arrest him thinking that he might have taken it. Now the sweeper in the form of Deity wanted to say that the sailor is not the thief, but he could not say so and he became greatly frustrated. The sailor looked at the Lord and asked why he, an innocent person, is being punished. The rich man looked at the Lord and thanked Him for finding the thief. The sweeper in the deity form could no more tolerate, and he thought that even if the real Lord had been here, he would have definitely interfered and hence he started speaking and said that the sailor is not the thief but it was the poor man who took away the wallet. The rich man was very thankful as also the sailor.
In the night, the real Lord came and He asked the sweeper how the day was. The sweeper said, "I thought it would be easy, but now I know that Your days are not easy, but I did one good thing." Then he explained the whole episode to the Lord. The Lord became very upset on hearing this whereas the sweeper thought the Lord would appreciate him for the good deed done.
The Lord asked, "Why did you not just stick to the plan? You had no faith in Me. Do you think that I do not understand the hearts of all those who come here? All the donation which the rich man gave was all stolen money and it is only a fraction of what he really has, and he wants Me to reciprocate unlimitedly. The single coin offered by the poor man was the last coin he was having, and he gave it to Me out of faith. The sailor might not have done anything wrong, but if the sailor were to go on the ship that night he was about to die because of bad weather, and instead if he is arrested he would be in the jail and he would have been saved from a greater calamity. The wallet should go to the poor man because he will use it in My service. I was going to reduce the rich man's karma also by doing this and save the sailor also. But you cancelled everything because you thought you know My plan and you made your own plans." God has plans and justice for everyone.... We just have to have patience!!!!!
Regards, TSK
From India, Hyderabad
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Once there was a sweeper in a well-known temple, and he was very sincere and devoted. Every time he saw thousands of devotees coming to take darshan of the Lord, he thought that the Lord is standing all the time and giving darshan, and He must be feeling very tired.
So one day very innocently he asked the Lord whether he can take the place of the Lord for a day so that the Lord can have some relief and rest. The Deity of the Temple replied, "I do not mind taking a break. I will transform you like Myself, but you must do one thing. You must just stand here like Me, smile at everyone, and just give benedictions. Do not interfere with anything and do not say anything. Remember you are the deity and you just have faith that I have a master plan for everything." The sweeper agreed to this.
The next day the sweeper took the position of the deity and a rich man came and prayed to the Lord. He offered a nice donation and prayed that his business should be prosperous. While going, the rich man inadvertently left his wallet full of money right there. Now the sweeper in the form of the deity could not call him, so he decided to control himself and keep quiet.
Just then a poor man came and he put one coin in the Hundi and said that it was all he could afford and he prayed to the Lord that he should continue to be engaged in the Lord's service. He also said that his family was in dire need of some basic needs but he left it to the good hands of the Lord to give some solution. When he opened his eyes, he saw the wallet left by the rich man. The poor man thanked the Lord for His kindness and took the wallet very innocently. The sweeper in the form of the Deity could not say anything, and he had to just keep smiling.
At that point a sailor walked in. He prayed for his safe journey as he was going on a long trip. Just then the rich man came with the police and said that somebody has stolen his wallet and seeing the sailor there, he asked the police to arrest him thinking that he might have taken it. Now the sweeper in the form of Deity wanted to say that the sailor is not the thief, but he could not say so and he became greatly frustrated. The sailor looked at the Lord and asked why he, an innocent person, is being punished. The rich man looked at the Lord and thanked Him for finding the thief. The sweeper in the deity form could no more tolerate, and he thought that even if the real Lord had been here, he would have definitely interfered and hence he started speaking and said that the sailor is not the thief but it was the poor man who took away the wallet. The rich man was very thankful as also the sailor.
In the night, the real Lord came and He asked the sweeper how the day was. The sweeper said, "I thought it would be easy, but now I know that Your days are not easy, but I did one good thing." Then he explained the whole episode to the Lord. The Lord became very upset on hearing this whereas the sweeper thought the Lord would appreciate him for the good deed done.
The Lord asked, "Why did you not just stick to the plan? You had no faith in Me. Do you think that I do not understand the hearts of all those who come here? All the donation which the rich man gave was all stolen money and it is only a fraction of what he really has, and he wants Me to reciprocate unlimitedly. The single coin offered by the poor man was the last coin he was having, and he gave it to Me out of faith. The sailor might not have done anything wrong, but if the sailor were to go on the ship that night he was about to die because of bad weather, and instead if he is arrested he would be in the jail and he would have been saved from a greater calamity. The wallet should go to the poor man because he will use it in My service. I was going to reduce the rich man's karma also by doing this and save the sailor also. But you cancelled everything because you thought you know My plan and you made your own plans." God has plans and justice for everyone.... We just have to have patience!!!!!
Regards, TSK
From India, Hyderabad
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Hi CRK,
Wonderful contributions. Nowadays, I am becoming a fan of your posts. I loved your contributions. Please keep up the spirits, and we hope to see more threads from you.
I will surely try posting whatever I can in your threads someday. Thanks once again.
Have a great day ahead.
- Babu
From India, Madras
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Wonderful contributions. Nowadays, I am becoming a fan of your posts. I loved your contributions. Please keep up the spirits, and we hope to see more threads from you.
I will surely try posting whatever I can in your threads someday. Thanks once again.
Have a great day ahead.
- Babu
From India, Madras
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Cute Prayer
I told God: Let all my friends be healthy and happy forever...! God said: But for 4 days only...! I said: Yes, let them be a Spring Day, Summer Day, Autumn Day, and Winter Day. God said: 3 days... I said: Yes, Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. God said: No, 2 days! I said: Yes, a Bright Day (Daytime) and Dark Day (Night-time). God said: No, just 1 day! I said: Yes! God asked: Which day? I said: Every Day in the living years of all my friends! God laughed, and said: You Indians know how to negotiate. But since you are praying and asking happiness for your friends, I can't refuse. I love everyone who thinks of others first, so don't you worry... All your friends will be healthy and happy Every Day!
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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I told God: Let all my friends be healthy and happy forever...! God said: But for 4 days only...! I said: Yes, let them be a Spring Day, Summer Day, Autumn Day, and Winter Day. God said: 3 days... I said: Yes, Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow. God said: No, 2 days! I said: Yes, a Bright Day (Daytime) and Dark Day (Night-time). God said: No, just 1 day! I said: Yes! God asked: Which day? I said: Every Day in the living years of all my friends! God laughed, and said: You Indians know how to negotiate. But since you are praying and asking happiness for your friends, I can't refuse. I love everyone who thinks of others first, so don't you worry... All your friends will be healthy and happy Every Day!
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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CLEVER
- GPA
*One Night 4 College Students Were Playing Till Late Night And Didn't Study For The Test Which Was Scheduled For The Next Day.*
In the morning, they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return.
The tire of their car burst, and they had to push the car all the way back, and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.
So the Dean said they can have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked him and said they would be ready by that time.
On the third day, they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this was a Special Condition Test, all four were required to sit in separate classrooms for the test.
They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days.
The test consisted of 2 questions with a total of 100 marks.
Q.1. Your Name...........................(2 MARKS)
Q.2. Which tire burst?...............(98 MARKS)
A) Front Left
B) Front Right
C) Back Left
D) Back Right ......!!!
Who is clever...?
Teacher or Student...??
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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- GPA
*One Night 4 College Students Were Playing Till Late Night And Didn't Study For The Test Which Was Scheduled For The Next Day.*
In the morning, they thought of a plan. They made themselves look as dirty and weird with grease and dirt. They then went up to the Dean and said that they had gone out to a wedding last night and on their return.
The tire of their car burst, and they had to push the car all the way back, and that they were in no condition to appear for the test.
So the Dean said they can have the re-test after 3 days. They thanked him and said they would be ready by that time.
On the third day, they appeared before the Dean. The Dean said that as this was a Special Condition Test, all four were required to sit in separate classrooms for the test.
They all agreed as they had prepared well in the last 3 days.
The test consisted of 2 questions with a total of 100 marks.
Q.1. Your Name...........................(2 MARKS)
Q.2. Which tire burst?...............(98 MARKS)
A) Front Left
B) Front Right
C) Back Left
D) Back Right ......!!!
Who is clever...?
Teacher or Student...??
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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A LOVE STORY
Two butterflies were in love. One day, they decided to play Hide and Seek. During the play...
Boy Butterfly: "A small game within us."
Girl Butterfly: "OK"
Boy Butterfly: "The one who sits in this flower tomorrow early in the morning... that one loves the other one more."
Girl Butterfly: "OK"
Next morning, the boy butterfly waits for the flower to open so that he can sit before the girl butterfly does. Finally, the flower opened. Then he saw... The girl butterfly had died inside the flower. She stayed there all night so that early in the morning, as soon as she sees him, she can fly to him and tell him how much she loved him.
This is true love. Life is love.
"LIVING MIGHT MEAN TAKING CHANCES, BUT THEY ARE WORTH TAKING. LOVING MIGHT BE A MISTAKE, BUT IT'S WORTH MAKING."
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Two butterflies were in love. One day, they decided to play Hide and Seek. During the play...
Boy Butterfly: "A small game within us."
Girl Butterfly: "OK"
Boy Butterfly: "The one who sits in this flower tomorrow early in the morning... that one loves the other one more."
Girl Butterfly: "OK"
Next morning, the boy butterfly waits for the flower to open so that he can sit before the girl butterfly does. Finally, the flower opened. Then he saw... The girl butterfly had died inside the flower. She stayed there all night so that early in the morning, as soon as she sees him, she can fly to him and tell him how much she loved him.
This is true love. Life is love.
"LIVING MIGHT MEAN TAKING CHANCES, BUT THEY ARE WORTH TAKING. LOVING MIGHT BE A MISTAKE, BUT IT'S WORTH MAKING."
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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Just A Few Drops
Author Unknown
It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon... we would lose everything.
It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with great effort... trying to be as still as possible.
Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches, thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow, purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour. He would walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen... as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them... maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing sight. Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him... he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.
When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house, and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house, to a spigot that we had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up, and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it became clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him.
It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said.
As he began his walk, I joined him... with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job.
I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops... and more drops... and more. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God himself was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm... just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don't know if anyone will read this... but I had to send it... To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon... but not before showing me the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.
From India, Kochi
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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon... we would lose everything.
It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with great effort... trying to be as still as possible.
Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches, thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow, purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour. He would walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen... as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them... maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing sight. Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him... he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.
When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house, and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house, to a spigot that we had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up, and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it became clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him.
It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said.
As he began his walk, I joined him... with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job.
I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops... and more drops... and more. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God himself was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm... just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don't know if anyone will read this... but I had to send it... To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon... but not before showing me the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.
From India, Kochi
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After 48 years of marriage, an elderly Sindhi man in Bombay calls his son in New York and says, "I hate to ruin your day, son, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are getting a divorce; 45 years of misery is enough!"
"Dad, what are you talking about?" the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says. "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this
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"Dad, what are you talking about?" the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says. "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this
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A SAD STORY
I was walking through the supermarket to pick up a few things when I noticed an old lady following me around. Thinking nothing of it, I ignored her and continued on. Finally, I went to the checkout line, but she got in front of me.
"Pardon me," she said, "I'm sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that you look like my son, who just died recently."
"I'm very sorry," I said to her, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes," she said, "As I'm leaving, can you say 'Goodbye, Mom?' It would make me feel so much better."
"Sure," I said. An odd request, but no harm would come of it. As the old woman was leaving, I called out, "Goodbye, Mom!"
As I stepped up to the checkout counter, I saw that my total bill was blasting.
"How can that be?" I asked, "I only purchased a few things!"
"Your mother said that you would pay for her," said the clerk.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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I was walking through the supermarket to pick up a few things when I noticed an old lady following me around. Thinking nothing of it, I ignored her and continued on. Finally, I went to the checkout line, but she got in front of me.
"Pardon me," she said, "I'm sorry if my staring at you has made you feel uncomfortable. It's just that you look like my son, who just died recently."
"I'm very sorry," I said to her, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes," she said, "As I'm leaving, can you say 'Goodbye, Mom?' It would make me feel so much better."
"Sure," I said. An odd request, but no harm would come of it. As the old woman was leaving, I called out, "Goodbye, Mom!"
As I stepped up to the checkout counter, I saw that my total bill was blasting.
"How can that be?" I asked, "I only purchased a few things!"
"Your mother said that you would pay for her," said the clerk.
CRK
From India, Vijayawada
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INTELLIGENCE
Interviewer said, "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question."
"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this. What comes first, Day or Night?"
The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY, sir!"
"How?" the interviewer asked.
"Sorry, sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!" He was selected !!!
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Interviewer said, "I shall either ask you ten easy questions or one really difficult question. Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy thought for a while and said, "my choice is one really difficult question."
"Well, good luck to you, you have made your own choice! Now tell me this. What comes first, Day or Night?"
The boy was jolted into reality as his admission depends on the correctness of his answer, but he thought for a while and said, "It's the DAY, sir!"
"How?" the interviewer asked.
"Sorry, sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!" He was selected !!!
CRK
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A STRANGE INVITATION
This is a short story of Akbar and Birbal. As Akbar gets bored of Birbal’s answering he removes the post of Birbal and loses him. He later cleverly tricks Birbal into getting back to his palace.
Akbar was ruling India as an Emperor. He was not just a king but a versatile personality. He had a very clever witted minister in his palace named Birbal. Birbal was also his good friend and company.
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Akbar has always heard clever and straight answers of Birbal in solving many problems and mysteries. At one time Akbar got bored of his straight forward manners and decided to remove him from his minister post. Birbal has a lot of self-respect. He couldn’t tolerate this situation and went away from the kingdom of Akbar without letting anyone know where he was going.
Since that time Akbar went into a depressing mode due to absence of Birbal in his palace. He sent his men to search for Birbal all around his kingdom. But those men couldn’t find him.
Akbar thought a lot about this and got an idea. He felt that Birbal must have settled as a minister in a neighboring kingdom. He immediately sent an invitation message to all neighboring kings. That invitation message was strange. It said “The marriage of a Sea in our kingdom has been fixed. We are inviting all of the rivers in your kingdom to attend this ceremony.”
Though the other kings felt weird about this message and didn’t like it, they had to accept it because Akbar is their Emperor. So nobody dared to ask against it though it was not at all clear to them.
After a few days Akbar got a reply from one of his kings. That message said “I am sending all the rivers in my kingdom. To take them please send all the wells in your kingdom.”
Akbar was surprised and satisfied by the witted nature of the response. He realized that only Birbal could send such a response. So he immediately arranged for his family to visit that kingdom which has sent the reply.
Akbar, after reaching the kingdom, found Birbal as a minister there. So it was Birbal who as a minister could reply to Akbar’s strange message. Akbar asked Birbal to pardon him for his mistake and to come back to his kingdom. Birbal immediately accepted his invitation as he too was missing the association of Emperor Akbar for a long time.
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This is a short story of Akbar and Birbal. As Akbar gets bored of Birbal’s answering he removes the post of Birbal and loses him. He later cleverly tricks Birbal into getting back to his palace.
Akbar was ruling India as an Emperor. He was not just a king but a versatile personality. He had a very clever witted minister in his palace named Birbal. Birbal was also his good friend and company.
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Akbar has always heard clever and straight answers of Birbal in solving many problems and mysteries. At one time Akbar got bored of his straight forward manners and decided to remove him from his minister post. Birbal has a lot of self-respect. He couldn’t tolerate this situation and went away from the kingdom of Akbar without letting anyone know where he was going.
Since that time Akbar went into a depressing mode due to absence of Birbal in his palace. He sent his men to search for Birbal all around his kingdom. But those men couldn’t find him.
Akbar thought a lot about this and got an idea. He felt that Birbal must have settled as a minister in a neighboring kingdom. He immediately sent an invitation message to all neighboring kings. That invitation message was strange. It said “The marriage of a Sea in our kingdom has been fixed. We are inviting all of the rivers in your kingdom to attend this ceremony.”
Though the other kings felt weird about this message and didn’t like it, they had to accept it because Akbar is their Emperor. So nobody dared to ask against it though it was not at all clear to them.
After a few days Akbar got a reply from one of his kings. That message said “I am sending all the rivers in my kingdom. To take them please send all the wells in your kingdom.”
Akbar was surprised and satisfied by the witted nature of the response. He realized that only Birbal could send such a response. So he immediately arranged for his family to visit that kingdom which has sent the reply.
Akbar, after reaching the kingdom, found Birbal as a minister there. So it was Birbal who as a minister could reply to Akbar’s strange message. Akbar asked Birbal to pardon him for his mistake and to come back to his kingdom. Birbal immediately accepted his invitation as he too was missing the association of Emperor Akbar for a long time.
CRK
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HONESTY
This is a short story with a moral about having good habits from childhood. Satwika is a small girl who develops honesty from childhood.
There was a little girl named Satwika. She was ten years old. Once she went to a sweets shop. She bought sweets as told by her mother.
As she was about to leave she noticed that the shop owner was busy in dealing with other customers. She immediately took one Laddu (a nice sweet) from a Laddu plate and went home.
At home, she gave the sweets she bought to her mother. Her mother also noticed the Laddu she has brought. Surprise from where this Laddu had come without her telling to buy one, she asked Satwika “How did you get this Laddu?”
Satwika never lied about anything. So she told her mother the truth that she took the Laddu from the same sweet shop she bought other sweets, when the shop owner was busy with other customers.
After listening to Satwika’s words, her mother told her “If you are taking something of another person without their knowing, then it is called stealing. Stealing from others is wrong. God will always be watching you even though the shop owner might not have seen you taking the Laddu. When God sees you do this, He thinks that you are not a good girl. Hence He does not give you good friends and education in your life afterwards”.
Satwika was quick to understand her mother’s words. She learned that stealing things from others is not a good thing to do. So she decided to give the Laddu back to the shop owner.
She took the Laddu and went to the shop to return it. While giving the Laddu back to him, she explained what she did.
The shop owner was very much happy about her honesty. He sent her back home by giving some Laddus as gifts.
Moral of the Story:
One should make the children learn good habits from childhood.
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This is a short story with a moral about having good habits from childhood. Satwika is a small girl who develops honesty from childhood.
There was a little girl named Satwika. She was ten years old. Once she went to a sweets shop. She bought sweets as told by her mother.
As she was about to leave she noticed that the shop owner was busy in dealing with other customers. She immediately took one Laddu (a nice sweet) from a Laddu plate and went home.
At home, she gave the sweets she bought to her mother. Her mother also noticed the Laddu she has brought. Surprise from where this Laddu had come without her telling to buy one, she asked Satwika “How did you get this Laddu?”
Satwika never lied about anything. So she told her mother the truth that she took the Laddu from the same sweet shop she bought other sweets, when the shop owner was busy with other customers.
After listening to Satwika’s words, her mother told her “If you are taking something of another person without their knowing, then it is called stealing. Stealing from others is wrong. God will always be watching you even though the shop owner might not have seen you taking the Laddu. When God sees you do this, He thinks that you are not a good girl. Hence He does not give you good friends and education in your life afterwards”.
Satwika was quick to understand her mother’s words. She learned that stealing things from others is not a good thing to do. So she decided to give the Laddu back to the shop owner.
She took the Laddu and went to the shop to return it. While giving the Laddu back to him, she explained what she did.
The shop owner was very much happy about her honesty. He sent her back home by giving some Laddus as gifts.
Moral of the Story:
One should make the children learn good habits from childhood.
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AN INTELLIGENT BULL
This Short Story The Clever Bull is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story.
There was a forest with many birds and animals. Once, a bull wandering in the forest came upon a cave. Near the cave was a big pond and lush green grass. “This is an ideal place for me to settle down,” the bull thought. So, he made the cave his home. Many days passed. The bull became quite healthy, grazing in the meadows. The bull was happy and peaceful living in that cave. He had made many friends in that forest.
One day, the bull was resting outside his cave house. A lion happened to come by that way. The lion was happy to have spotted a bull after a long time. “Aha! A bull! He is so healthy too,” thought the majestic lion, licking his lips in anticipation of a good meal. The bull too noticed the lion. He could sense danger. I must be on my guard now,” the bull thought and decided to do something to hide himself from the lion.
When the lion came close to the bull, the clever bull looked into the cave and called out, “Darling, do not cook anything for dinner. I have just spotted a lion. I am waiting for it to come near.” When the lion heard the bull, he returned around and ran for his life.
A jackal saw the lion running breathlessly. “Why are you running, Mr. Lion?” asked the jackal. The lion told him all that had happened. “The bull has made a fool out of you,” replied the jackal. And the jackal added, “Come with me. Together we can feast on the bull.” But the lion was too scared to believe the jackal.
The jackal understood why the lion was hesitating to come with him. “Alright then! Tie your tail with mine and let me lead you to the cave of the bull. In case the bull attacks, then I will be the one who will get caught first,” the jackal said.
The lion agreed to this plan of action prepared by the jackal. And then the lion and the jackal tied their tails together. They set off to the bull’s cave.
Both the lion and the jackal went near the cave where the bull was. When the bull saw the lion coming with the jackal, he thought, “I am sure that cunning jackal knows I fooled the lion. Without panicking, the bull cried out to the jackal, “I had asked you to bring me two lions. Do you want me to keep my children hungry?”
Even this time the lion did not realize that the bull was again fooling him. He was terrified. He ran as fast as he could run dragging the jackal with him over stones and thorns. The clever bull outwitted his enemies and saved himself from its enemies.
Both the lion and the jackal never returned that way. Thereafter the bull lived a peaceful and happy life with his wife and children.
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This Short Story The Clever Bull is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story.
There was a forest with many birds and animals. Once, a bull wandering in the forest came upon a cave. Near the cave was a big pond and lush green grass. “This is an ideal place for me to settle down,” the bull thought. So, he made the cave his home. Many days passed. The bull became quite healthy, grazing in the meadows. The bull was happy and peaceful living in that cave. He had made many friends in that forest.
One day, the bull was resting outside his cave house. A lion happened to come by that way. The lion was happy to have spotted a bull after a long time. “Aha! A bull! He is so healthy too,” thought the majestic lion, licking his lips in anticipation of a good meal. The bull too noticed the lion. He could sense danger. I must be on my guard now,” the bull thought and decided to do something to hide himself from the lion.
When the lion came close to the bull, the clever bull looked into the cave and called out, “Darling, do not cook anything for dinner. I have just spotted a lion. I am waiting for it to come near.” When the lion heard the bull, he returned around and ran for his life.
A jackal saw the lion running breathlessly. “Why are you running, Mr. Lion?” asked the jackal. The lion told him all that had happened. “The bull has made a fool out of you,” replied the jackal. And the jackal added, “Come with me. Together we can feast on the bull.” But the lion was too scared to believe the jackal.
The jackal understood why the lion was hesitating to come with him. “Alright then! Tie your tail with mine and let me lead you to the cave of the bull. In case the bull attacks, then I will be the one who will get caught first,” the jackal said.
The lion agreed to this plan of action prepared by the jackal. And then the lion and the jackal tied their tails together. They set off to the bull’s cave.
Both the lion and the jackal went near the cave where the bull was. When the bull saw the lion coming with the jackal, he thought, “I am sure that cunning jackal knows I fooled the lion. Without panicking, the bull cried out to the jackal, “I had asked you to bring me two lions. Do you want me to keep my children hungry?”
Even this time the lion did not realize that the bull was again fooling him. He was terrified. He ran as fast as he could run dragging the jackal with him over stones and thorns. The clever bull outwitted his enemies and saved himself from its enemies.
Both the lion and the jackal never returned that way. Thereafter the bull lived a peaceful and happy life with his wife and children.
CRK
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Dear CRK, Rally good one.........Thanks in ton for sharing very fabulous stories...............Keep sharing ........ Wishing you all the best Regards, Sravan
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An old man lived alone in a village. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation.
Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me if you weren't in prison. Love, Dad
Shortly, the old man received this Telegram -
"For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden. That's where I buried the GUNS" at 4 a.m.
The next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened and asked him what to do next.
His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here."
Moral of the Story -
No matter where you are in the world, if you have decided to do something deep from your heart, you can do it.
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Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me if you weren't in prison. Love, Dad
Shortly, the old man received this Telegram -
"For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden. That's where I buried the GUNS" at 4 a.m.
The next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened and asked him what to do next.
His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could do for you from here."
Moral of the Story -
No matter where you are in the world, if you have decided to do something deep from your heart, you can do it.
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BE CLEAR...... MAKE IT CLEAR
A king sent a message to the ruler of a neighboring country.
The message read: "Send me a blue diamond as large as a pigeon's egg or else..."
The king of the neighboring country, upon receiving the message, wrote back:
"We don't have such a diamond, and if we had..."
The first king became very angry and declared war on his neighbor. The fighting continued for several months until a third king arranged a meeting between the two warring rulers.
They met, and the king of the neighboring country said to the other: "What did you mean when you said, 'Send me a blue diamond as large as a pigeon's egg or else...'?"
"Why," he replied, "I meant a blue diamond as large as a pigeon's egg or else... some other diamond. I love diamonds. But what did you mean when you said, 'We don't have such a diamond, and if we had-'?"
"It is easy to guess my meaning," said the other man. "What I wanted to say was, if we had such a diamond, we would have gladly sent it to you."
The kings pledged to write more clearly in future communications, embraced, and made peace.
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A king sent a message to the ruler of a neighboring country.
The message read: "Send me a blue diamond as large as a pigeon's egg or else..."
The king of the neighboring country, upon receiving the message, wrote back:
"We don't have such a diamond, and if we had..."
The first king became very angry and declared war on his neighbor. The fighting continued for several months until a third king arranged a meeting between the two warring rulers.
They met, and the king of the neighboring country said to the other: "What did you mean when you said, 'Send me a blue diamond as large as a pigeon's egg or else...'?"
"Why," he replied, "I meant a blue diamond as large as a pigeon's egg or else... some other diamond. I love diamonds. But what did you mean when you said, 'We don't have such a diamond, and if we had-'?"
"It is easy to guess my meaning," said the other man. "What I wanted to say was, if we had such a diamond, we would have gladly sent it to you."
The kings pledged to write more clearly in future communications, embraced, and made peace.
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HI CRK, Wonderful sotry............one should be more clear while passing message, else the same thing may happen like in above story................ Good one ..........Keep sharing. Regards, TSK
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A fox was once caught in a trap. It was only after a tough struggle that she could get free. But, to her sorrow, her beautiful tail had been cut off and left in the trap.
"How ugly I shall look!" moaned the fox, "Won't the other foxes laugh at me?"
Thinking hard, the fox hit upon a plan to save herself from being laughed at. She called a meeting of his friends and said, "Brothers! Have you ever wondered why after all, we carry these long tails? Let us cut them off and be free from their nuisance."
But the other foxes had noticed her cut-off tail. They laughed aloud and replied, "You used to say that tails looked very fine when your own was all right. Now that you have lost yours, you want us to lose ours too."
MORAL: Dirty tricks seldom work.
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Really Really, nice stories!!!!!!!! I have read all of them, there are so many take away points are there from this forum. Thanks for posting friends!!!!!!
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The Jackal Strategy
Once a jackal lived in a forest. One day, he found the body of an elephant and was happy that he would have food for many days. However, he was not able to bite into the thick hide of the elephant and was circling around the body when a lion came that way. The jackal humbly prostrated before the lion and said, “My lord, I am your obedient servant. At your command, I am keeping a vigil on the body of the elephant. Please help yourself.”
The lion said, “You know my friend, I do not eat something others have killed. You may take it as my gift to you.” And the lion left the place.
After the lion had left, a tiger came on the scene. The jackal thought, “ I got rid of one menace through humility. How do I escape this fellow? He will not yield to any strategy I know. The only way of keeping him at bay is cunning. Let me try it.”
The jackal then went half way to greet the tiger and said, “O uncle, why are you entering this area of death? The lion has killed this elephant and asked me to keep watch on it. He has gone to take bath. Before going, he told me to inform him if any tiger happened to come here. He vowed to kill all the tigers because long time ago a tiger had nibbled at an elephant he had killed. He told me that from that day he had sworn to kill all tigers.”
These words frightened the tiger. He told the jackal, “Son, save my life. When the lion comes, don’t tell him I had come this way. Please.”
On receiving an assurance from the jackal, the tiger hurriedly left the scene. Then came a leopard.
The Jackal thought, “This fellow has strong and sharp teeth. I will persuade him to pierce the hide of the Elephant”. Addressing the leopard, the jackal said, “My son, you have come this way after a long time. You seem to be hungry. Why don’t you be my guest? See this body of the elephant killed by the lion. He has asked me to keep an eye on the body. So, have a feast before he returns.”
The leopard said, “ Uncle, how can I accept your invitation. If I want to live long I should not touch this elephant. I will leave now.”
The jackal assured him, “Don’t worry, you go ahead. I will alert you when the lion comes.”
The leopard then began attacking the elephant and when he tore the hide, the jackal cried, “ Run. The lion is coming.” In this way, the jackal managed to get rid of the leopard also.
When the jackal began feasting on the elephant flesh, another jackal came that way. He was very angry and looked very strong. The first jackal remembered the last line of the stanza “crush equals with power” and attacked the trespasser with great ferocity and killed him.
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TSK
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Once a jackal lived in a forest. One day, he found the body of an elephant and was happy that he would have food for many days. However, he was not able to bite into the thick hide of the elephant and was circling around the body when a lion came that way. The jackal humbly prostrated before the lion and said, “My lord, I am your obedient servant. At your command, I am keeping a vigil on the body of the elephant. Please help yourself.”
The lion said, “You know my friend, I do not eat something others have killed. You may take it as my gift to you.” And the lion left the place.
After the lion had left, a tiger came on the scene. The jackal thought, “ I got rid of one menace through humility. How do I escape this fellow? He will not yield to any strategy I know. The only way of keeping him at bay is cunning. Let me try it.”
The jackal then went half way to greet the tiger and said, “O uncle, why are you entering this area of death? The lion has killed this elephant and asked me to keep watch on it. He has gone to take bath. Before going, he told me to inform him if any tiger happened to come here. He vowed to kill all the tigers because long time ago a tiger had nibbled at an elephant he had killed. He told me that from that day he had sworn to kill all tigers.”
These words frightened the tiger. He told the jackal, “Son, save my life. When the lion comes, don’t tell him I had come this way. Please.”
On receiving an assurance from the jackal, the tiger hurriedly left the scene. Then came a leopard.
The Jackal thought, “This fellow has strong and sharp teeth. I will persuade him to pierce the hide of the Elephant”. Addressing the leopard, the jackal said, “My son, you have come this way after a long time. You seem to be hungry. Why don’t you be my guest? See this body of the elephant killed by the lion. He has asked me to keep an eye on the body. So, have a feast before he returns.”
The leopard said, “ Uncle, how can I accept your invitation. If I want to live long I should not touch this elephant. I will leave now.”
The jackal assured him, “Don’t worry, you go ahead. I will alert you when the lion comes.”
The leopard then began attacking the elephant and when he tore the hide, the jackal cried, “ Run. The lion is coming.” In this way, the jackal managed to get rid of the leopard also.
When the jackal began feasting on the elephant flesh, another jackal came that way. He was very angry and looked very strong. The first jackal remembered the last line of the stanza “crush equals with power” and attacked the trespasser with great ferocity and killed him.
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TSK
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This Short Story The Selfish Crows is quite interesting to all the people. Enjoy reading this story.
Once upon a time, there was a very big forest. There on a huge banyan tree lived many crows. They were selfish and arrogant. They always quarreled with other birds. This behavior irritated other birds. They had no friends, as no one liked them.
When the rainy season came, dark clouds gathered in the sky. A small mynah was returning to her nest. When she was passing by the banyan tree, it started raining. “I will stay here for a while until it stops raining,” thought the little mynah. And I took rest on the banyan tree for a while.
The selfish crows saw her perching on the tree. One of them shouted, “Get off the tree. This tree belongs to us.” The mynah humbly pleaded, “The weather is bad and my nest is far off from this forest. Please let me take a rest for a while on this tree, brother. As soon as it stops raining, I will return to my nest.”
“Leave this banyan tree at once. Or we will peck you,” said the other crows. The merciless tendency of the selfish crows scared the mynah. The mynah found no other way except to fly off. Then immediately the mynah flew off to a nearby tree, where luckily she found a hollow in a broken branch. She took her shelter there.
Shortly after, the rain became heavy followed by thunderstorm. The wind was in high speed. Even the leaves and branches were not enough to give shelter to the crows. Many of the branches of many tree in which the crows had taken shelter were damaged and hurt by the hailstones. But the mynah was safe inside the hollow place in the tree.
One of the crows said, “Look at the mynah! How comfortable she is. Let us go there.” Another crow said, “I do not think she will let us share the hollow. We did not have sympathy for her when she was in need of this tree.” Then another crow said, “We should not have been so rude. We forgot that we may need help someday.”
Suddenly the mynah called out, “Come! My friends! Come to this hollow. Or you will get hurt. The rain is not going to stop soon. It seems that it may rain for a long time”
The crows flew down to the hollow. They thanked the mynah. “We are sorry for having unkind, dear friend! Now we will never be so selfish.”
Then the crows took shelter in the hollow place of the tree in which the mynah had taken her shelter. After some time, it stopped raining. All the birds flew to their respective nests happily as new friends.
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Once upon a time, there was a very big forest. There on a huge banyan tree lived many crows. They were selfish and arrogant. They always quarreled with other birds. This behavior irritated other birds. They had no friends, as no one liked them.
When the rainy season came, dark clouds gathered in the sky. A small mynah was returning to her nest. When she was passing by the banyan tree, it started raining. “I will stay here for a while until it stops raining,” thought the little mynah. And I took rest on the banyan tree for a while.
The selfish crows saw her perching on the tree. One of them shouted, “Get off the tree. This tree belongs to us.” The mynah humbly pleaded, “The weather is bad and my nest is far off from this forest. Please let me take a rest for a while on this tree, brother. As soon as it stops raining, I will return to my nest.”
“Leave this banyan tree at once. Or we will peck you,” said the other crows. The merciless tendency of the selfish crows scared the mynah. The mynah found no other way except to fly off. Then immediately the mynah flew off to a nearby tree, where luckily she found a hollow in a broken branch. She took her shelter there.
Shortly after, the rain became heavy followed by thunderstorm. The wind was in high speed. Even the leaves and branches were not enough to give shelter to the crows. Many of the branches of many tree in which the crows had taken shelter were damaged and hurt by the hailstones. But the mynah was safe inside the hollow place in the tree.
One of the crows said, “Look at the mynah! How comfortable she is. Let us go there.” Another crow said, “I do not think she will let us share the hollow. We did not have sympathy for her when she was in need of this tree.” Then another crow said, “We should not have been so rude. We forgot that we may need help someday.”
Suddenly the mynah called out, “Come! My friends! Come to this hollow. Or you will get hurt. The rain is not going to stop soon. It seems that it may rain for a long time”
The crows flew down to the hollow. They thanked the mynah. “We are sorry for having unkind, dear friend! Now we will never be so selfish.”
Then the crows took shelter in the hollow place of the tree in which the mynah had taken her shelter. After some time, it stopped raining. All the birds flew to their respective nests happily as new friends.
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Million Dollar Lesson
*by: Petey Parker, Heart At Work*
A cab driver taught me a million-dollar lesson in customer satisfaction and expectation. Motivational speakers charge thousands of dollars to impart this kind of training to corporate executives and staff. It cost me a $12 taxi ride.
I had flown into Dallas for the sole purpose of calling on a client. Time was of the essence, and my plan included a quick turnaround trip from and back to the airport. A spotless cab pulled up. The driver rushed to open the passenger door for me and made sure I was comfortably seated before he closed the door. As he got in the driver's seat, he mentioned that the neatly folded Wall Street Journal next to me was for my use. He then showed me several tapes and asked me what type of music I would enjoy. Well! I looked around for a "Candid Camera!" Wouldn't you? I could not believe the service I was receiving! I took the opportunity to say, "Obviously you take great pride in your work. You must have a story to tell."
"You bet," he replied, "I used to be in Corporate America. But I got tired of thinking my best would never be good enough. I decided to find my niche in life where I could feel proud of being the best I could be. I knew I would never be a rocket scientist, but I love driving cars, being of service, and feeling like I have done a full day's work and done it well. I evaluate my personal assets and... wham! I became a cab driver. One thing I know for sure, to be good in my business I could simply meet the expectations of my passengers. But, to be GREAT in my business, I have to EXCEED the customer's expectations! I like both the sound and the return of being 'great' better than just getting by on 'average'"
Did I tip him big time? You bet! Corporate America's loss is the traveling folks' friend!
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*by: Petey Parker, Heart At Work*
A cab driver taught me a million-dollar lesson in customer satisfaction and expectation. Motivational speakers charge thousands of dollars to impart this kind of training to corporate executives and staff. It cost me a $12 taxi ride.
I had flown into Dallas for the sole purpose of calling on a client. Time was of the essence, and my plan included a quick turnaround trip from and back to the airport. A spotless cab pulled up. The driver rushed to open the passenger door for me and made sure I was comfortably seated before he closed the door. As he got in the driver's seat, he mentioned that the neatly folded Wall Street Journal next to me was for my use. He then showed me several tapes and asked me what type of music I would enjoy. Well! I looked around for a "Candid Camera!" Wouldn't you? I could not believe the service I was receiving! I took the opportunity to say, "Obviously you take great pride in your work. You must have a story to tell."
"You bet," he replied, "I used to be in Corporate America. But I got tired of thinking my best would never be good enough. I decided to find my niche in life where I could feel proud of being the best I could be. I knew I would never be a rocket scientist, but I love driving cars, being of service, and feeling like I have done a full day's work and done it well. I evaluate my personal assets and... wham! I became a cab driver. One thing I know for sure, to be good in my business I could simply meet the expectations of my passengers. But, to be GREAT in my business, I have to EXCEED the customer's expectations! I like both the sound and the return of being 'great' better than just getting by on 'average'"
Did I tip him big time? You bet! Corporate America's loss is the traveling folks' friend!
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A friend in need is a friend indeed
Vijay and Raju were friends. On a holiday they went into a forest. They were enjoying the beauty of nature. Suddenly they saw a bear coming at them. They were frightened.
Raju who knew climbing trees ran up to a tree and climbed up quickly. He did not think of Vijay. Vijay did not know tree climbing.
Vijay thought for a second. He had heard animals do not prefer dead bodies. He fell to the ground and held his breath. The bear sniffed him and thought he was dead. So, he went away.
Raju asked Vijay," What did the bear whisper into your ears?”
Vijay replied, "The bear asked me to keep away from Selfish people" and went on his way.
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Vijay and Raju were friends. On a holiday they went into a forest. They were enjoying the beauty of nature. Suddenly they saw a bear coming at them. They were frightened.
Raju who knew climbing trees ran up to a tree and climbed up quickly. He did not think of Vijay. Vijay did not know tree climbing.
Vijay thought for a second. He had heard animals do not prefer dead bodies. He fell to the ground and held his breath. The bear sniffed him and thought he was dead. So, he went away.
Raju asked Vijay," What did the bear whisper into your ears?”
Vijay replied, "The bear asked me to keep away from Selfish people" and went on his way.
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A young boy enters a barber shop, and the barber whispers to his customer, "This is the dumbest kid in the world. Watch while I prove it to you."
The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee coins (1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, "Which do you want, son?"
The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves. "What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!"
Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of the five rupee coin?"
The boy licked his cone and replied, "Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER."
Moral: When you think the other person is dumb, you are making a fool of yourself.
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The barber puts a five rupee coin in one hand and two one rupee coins (1+1=2) in the other, then calls the boy over and asks, "Which do you want, son?"
The boy takes the two one rupee coins and leaves. "What did I tell you?" said the barber. "That kid never learns!"
Later, when the customer leaves, he sees the same young boy coming out of the ice cream store. "Hey, son! May I ask you a question? Why did you take two one rupee coins instead of the five rupee coin?"
The boy licked his cone and replied, "Because THE DAY I TAKE THE FIVE RUPEE COIN, THE GAME IS OVER."
Moral: When you think the other person is dumb, you are making a fool of yourself.
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Dear CRK, I could not see much stories like earlier from you ........Hence I am requesting you please post good ones at your convenience. Regards. TSK
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Once upon a time, a scorpion wanted to cross a brook. On the bank, he saw a frog and asked if the frog would give him a ride to the other side.
"Oh no," said the frog, "If I carry you on my back, you will sting me."
"But why would I sting you when we would both surely perish," replied the scorpion.
The frog eventually conceded that the scorpion had a point and agreed to the request.
Halfway across, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to drown.
"But why did you break your word and sting me, knowing it would be certain death for us both?" cried the frog.
"Because it is in my nature," said the scorpion.
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"Oh no," said the frog, "If I carry you on my back, you will sting me."
"But why would I sting you when we would both surely perish," replied the scorpion.
The frog eventually conceded that the scorpion had a point and agreed to the request.
Halfway across, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to drown.
"But why did you break your word and sting me, knowing it would be certain death for us both?" cried the frog.
"Because it is in my nature," said the scorpion.
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A man found a cocoon for a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared stuck.
The man decided to help the butterfly, and with a pair of scissors, he cut open the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man watched the butterfly, expecting it to take on its correct proportions. But nothing changed.
The butterfly stayed the same. It was never able to fly. In his kindness and haste, the man did not realize that the butterfly's struggle to get through the small opening of the cocoon is nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight.
Like the sapling which grows strong from being buffeted by the wind, in life we all need to struggle sometimes to make us strong.
When we coach and teach others, it is helpful to recognize when people need to do things for themselves.
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The man decided to help the butterfly, and with a pair of scissors, he cut open the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man watched the butterfly, expecting it to take on its correct proportions. But nothing changed.
The butterfly stayed the same. It was never able to fly. In his kindness and haste, the man did not realize that the butterfly's struggle to get through the small opening of the cocoon is nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight.
Like the sapling which grows strong from being buffeted by the wind, in life we all need to struggle sometimes to make us strong.
When we coach and teach others, it is helpful to recognize when people need to do things for themselves.
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THE THREE WISE MEN
One day some wise men, who were going about the country trying to find answers to some of the great questions of their time, came to Nasreddin’s district and asked to see the wisest man in the place. Nasreddin was brought forward, and a big crowd gathered to listen.
The first wise man began by asking,
“Where is the exact center of the world?”
“It is under my right heel,” answered Nasreddin.
“How can you prove that?” asked the first wise man.
“If you don’t believe me,” answered Nasreddin,
“measure and see.”
The first wise man had nothing to answer to that,
so the second wise man asked his question.
“How many stars are there in the sky?” he said.
“As many as there are hairs on my donkey,”
answered Nasreddin.
“What proof have you got of that?”
asked the second wise man.
“If you don’t believe me,” answered Nasreddin, “count the hairs on my donkey and you will see.”
“That’s foolish talk,” said the other. “How can one count the hairs on a donkey?”
“Well,” answered Nasreddin, “How can one count the stars in the sky? If one is foolish talk,
so is the other.” The second wise man was silent.
The third wise man was becoming annoyed with Nasreddin and his answers, so he said, “You seem
to know a lot about your donkey, so can you tell me how many hairs there are in its tail?”
“Yes,” answered Nasreddin. “There are exactly as many hairs in its tail as there are in your beard.”
“How can you prove that?” said the other.
“I can prove it very easily,” answered Nasreddin. “You can pull one hair out of my donkey’s tail for
every one I pull out of your beard. If the hairs on my donkey’s tail do not come to an end at exactly
the same time as the hairs in your beard, I will admit that I was wrong.”
Of course, the third wise man was not willing to do this, so the crowd declared Nasreddin
the winner of the day’s arguments
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TSK
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One day some wise men, who were going about the country trying to find answers to some of the great questions of their time, came to Nasreddin’s district and asked to see the wisest man in the place. Nasreddin was brought forward, and a big crowd gathered to listen.
The first wise man began by asking,
“Where is the exact center of the world?”
“It is under my right heel,” answered Nasreddin.
“How can you prove that?” asked the first wise man.
“If you don’t believe me,” answered Nasreddin,
“measure and see.”
The first wise man had nothing to answer to that,
so the second wise man asked his question.
“How many stars are there in the sky?” he said.
“As many as there are hairs on my donkey,”
answered Nasreddin.
“What proof have you got of that?”
asked the second wise man.
“If you don’t believe me,” answered Nasreddin, “count the hairs on my donkey and you will see.”
“That’s foolish talk,” said the other. “How can one count the hairs on a donkey?”
“Well,” answered Nasreddin, “How can one count the stars in the sky? If one is foolish talk,
so is the other.” The second wise man was silent.
The third wise man was becoming annoyed with Nasreddin and his answers, so he said, “You seem
to know a lot about your donkey, so can you tell me how many hairs there are in its tail?”
“Yes,” answered Nasreddin. “There are exactly as many hairs in its tail as there are in your beard.”
“How can you prove that?” said the other.
“I can prove it very easily,” answered Nasreddin. “You can pull one hair out of my donkey’s tail for
every one I pull out of your beard. If the hairs on my donkey’s tail do not come to an end at exactly
the same time as the hairs in your beard, I will admit that I was wrong.”
Of course, the third wise man was not willing to do this, so the crowd declared Nasreddin
the winner of the day’s arguments
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TSK
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A couple from Minneapolis decided to go to Florida for a long weekend to thaw out during one particularly icy cold winter. They both had jobs and had difficulty coordinating their travel schedules. It was decided the husband would fly to Florida on a Thursday, and his wife would follow him the next day. Upon arriving as planned, the husband checked into the hotel. There he decided to open his laptop and send his wife an email back in Minneapolis. However, he accidentally left off one letter in her address and sent the email without noticing his error.
In the meantime:
In Houston, a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral. He was a minister of many years who had been "called home to glory" following a heart attack (died and gone to report in heaven). The widow checked her email, expecting messages from family and friends. Upon reading the first message, she fainted and fell to the floor. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My loving Wife
From: Your Departed Husband
Subject: I've arrived!
I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was...
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In the meantime:
In Houston, a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral. He was a minister of many years who had been "called home to glory" following a heart attack (died and gone to report in heaven). The widow checked her email, expecting messages from family and friends. Upon reading the first message, she fainted and fell to the floor. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:
To: My loving Wife
From: Your Departed Husband
Subject: I've arrived!
I've just arrived and have been checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing you then. Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was...
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In a trial, a Southern small-town prosecuting attorney called his first witness, a grandmotherly elderly woman, to the stand. He approached her and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know me?"
She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."
The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?"
She again replied, "Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him."
The defense attorney nearly died.
The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice said, "If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair!"
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She responded, "Why, yes, I do know you, Mr. Williams. I've known you since you were a boy, and frankly, you've been a big disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, and you manipulate people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you're a big shot when you haven't the brains to realize you'll never amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you."
The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do, he pointed across the room and asked, "Mrs. Jones, do you know the defense attorney?"
She again replied, "Why yes, I do. I've known Mr. Bradley since he was a youngster, too. He's lazy, bigoted, and he has a drinking problem. He can't build a normal relationship with anyone, and his law practice is one of the worst in the entire state. Not to mention he cheated on his wife with three different women. One of them was your wife. Yes, I know him."
The defense attorney nearly died.
The judge asked both counselors to approach the bench and, in a very quiet voice said, "If either of you idiots asks her if she knows me, I'll send you both to the electric chair!"
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Little Boy's Consideration
One day, a ten-year-old boy went to an ice* cream shop, sat at a table and asked the waitress, “How much is an ice-cream cone?” She said,“seventy-five cents.” The boy started counting the coins he had in his
hand. Then he asked how much a small cup of ice-cream was. The waitress
impatiently replied, “sixty* five cents.” The boy said, “I will have the
small ice-cream cup.” He had his ice-cream, paid the bill and left. When
the waitress came to pick up the empty plate, she was touched.
Underneath were ten one-cent coins as tip. The little boy had
consideration for the waitress before he ordered his ice-cream. He
showed sensitivity and caring. He thought of others before himself.
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One day, a ten-year-old boy went to an ice* cream shop, sat at a table and asked the waitress, “How much is an ice-cream cone?” She said,“seventy-five cents.” The boy started counting the coins he had in his
hand. Then he asked how much a small cup of ice-cream was. The waitress
impatiently replied, “sixty* five cents.” The boy said, “I will have the
small ice-cream cup.” He had his ice-cream, paid the bill and left. When
the waitress came to pick up the empty plate, she was touched.
Underneath were ten one-cent coins as tip. The little boy had
consideration for the waitress before he ordered his ice-cream. He
showed sensitivity and caring. He thought of others before himself.
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INVITATION
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.”
“Is the man of the house home?”, they asked. “No”, she said. “He’s out.” “Then we cannot come in”, they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. “Go tell them I am home and invite them in!” The woman went out and invited the men in. “We do not go into a House together,” they replied. “Why is that?” she wanted to know.
One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.” Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.”
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!!”, he said. “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!”
His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?” Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!”
“Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to his wife. “Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”
Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: “I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?”
The old men replied together:
“If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would’ve stayed out, but since you invited Love, Wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!”
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A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.”
“Is the man of the house home?”, they asked. “No”, she said. “He’s out.” “Then we cannot come in”, they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened. “Go tell them I am home and invite them in!” The woman went out and invited the men in. “We do not go into a House together,” they replied. “Why is that?” she wanted to know.
One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.” Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.”
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!!”, he said. “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!”
His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?” Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!”
“Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to his wife. “Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”
Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: “I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?”
The old men replied together:
“If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would’ve stayed out, but since you invited Love, Wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!”
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Just an effort to make you smile...
A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school, and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child. Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming word, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school.
As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up, and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly and with each, the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother's car drove up beside the child, she lowered the window and called to her, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?" The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty; God keeps taking my picture."
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A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school, and she herself feared that the electrical storm might harm her child. Following the roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming word, would cut through the sky. Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her child's school.
As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up, and smile. Another and another were to follow quickly and with each, the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother's car drove up beside the child, she lowered the window and called to her, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?" The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty; God keeps taking my picture."
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