Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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Chat with GOD

God: Hello. Did you call me? Me: Called you? No, who is this? 

God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I would chat.

Me: I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something. 


God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too. Me: Don't know. But I can't find free time even to pray anymore. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time. 

God: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it. 
Me: I understand. But I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat. 

God: Well I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium you are comfortable with.
 

Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now? 

God: Stop analyzing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated. 

Me: Why are we then constantly unhappy? 

God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analyzing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy. 

Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty? 

God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.

Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty. 
God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional. 

Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer? 

God: Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire. Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life becomes better not bitter. 

Me: You mean to say such experience is useful? 
God: Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards. 

Me: But still, why should we go through such tests? Why can't we be free from problems? 

God: Problems are Purposeful Roadblocks Offering Beneficial Lessons to Enhance Mental Strength. Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems. 

Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading. 

God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading. Look inside. Looking outside, you dream. Looking inside, you awaken. Eyes provide sight. Heart provides insight. 

Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do? God: Success is a measure as decided by others. Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead. You work with the compass. Let others work with the clock. 

Me: In tough times, how do I stay motivated? 

God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go. Always count your blessing, not what you are missing. 

Me: What surprises you about people? 

God: When they suffer they ask, "why me?" When they prosper, they never ask "Why me". Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth. 

Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I can't get the answer. 

God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be. Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it. Life is not a process of discovery but a process of creation. 

Me: How can I get the best out of life? 
God: Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. 

Me: One last question. Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered. 
God: There are no unanswered prayers. At times the answer is NO. 

Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat. I am so happy to start the day with a new sense of inspiration. 
God: Well, Keep the faith and drop the fear. Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs. 

Life is a mystery to solve, not a problem to resolve. Trust me.
Life is wonderful if you know how to live.
Best wishes for a good day

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

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God Has a Plan for You !!!

Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, "Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty."

Then the second tree said, "Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."

Finally the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me."

After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter" ... and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.

At the second tree a woodsman said, "This looks like a strong tree, I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The second tree was happy because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.

When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don't need anything special from my tree so I'll take this one", and he cut it down.

When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for. The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.

Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time. Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he stood and said "Peace" and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.

Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.

The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

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Be an Eagle Always !!

Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar
 
No one can make you serve customers well.

That's because great service is a choice.

Harvey Mackay tells a wonderful story about a cab driver that proved this point.

He was waiting in line for a ride at the airport. When a cab pulled up, the first thing Harvey noticed was that the taxi was polished to a bright shine.
Smartly dressed in a white shirt, black tie, and freshly pressed black slacks, the cab driver jumped out and rounded the car to open the back passenger door for Harvey.

He handed my friend a laminated card and said:’ I’m Wally, your driver.
While I'm loading your bags in the trunk I'd like you to read my mission statement.'

Taken aback, Harvey read the card. It said:  Wally's Mission Statement:
To get my customers to their destination in the quickest, safest and cheapest way possible in a friendly environment.
 
This blew Harvey away. Especially when he noticed that the inside of the cab matched the outside. Spotlessly clean!

As he slid behind the wheel, Wally said, 'Would you like a cup of coffee?
 
I have a thermos of regular and one of decaf.'
 
My friend said jokingly, 'No, I'd prefer a soft drink.'
Wally smiled and said, 'No problem. I have a cooler up front with regular and Diet Coke, water and orange juice.' 

Almost stuttering, Harvey said, 'I'll take a Diet Coke.'
 
Handing him his drink, Wally said, 'If you'd like something to read, I have The Wall Street Journal, Time, Sports Illustrated and USA Today.'

As they were pulling away, Wally handed my friend another laminated card,
 
'These are the stations I get and the music they play, if you'd like to listen to the radio.'

And as if that weren't enough, Wally told Harvey that he had the air conditioning on and asked if the temperature was comfortable for him.
Then he advised Harvey of the best route to his destination for that time of day. He also let him know that he'd be happy to chat and tell him about some of the sights or, if Harvey preferred, to leave him with his own thoughts.

'Tell me, Wally,' my amazed friend asked the driver, 'have you always served customers like this?'

Wally smiled into the rear view mirror. 'No, not always. In fact, it's only been in the last two years. My first five years driving, I spent most of my time complaining like all the rest of the cabbies do. Then I heard the personal growth guru, Wayne Dyer, on the radio one day.

He had just written a book called You'll See It When You Believe It.
Dyer said that if you get up in the morning expecting to have a bad day, you'll rarely disappoint yourself. He said, 'Stop complaining!

Differentiate yourself from your competition. Don't be a duck. Be an eagle.
 
Ducks quack and complain. Eagles soar above the crowd.''
'That hit me right between the eyes,' said Wally.

'Dyer was really talking about me. I was always quacking and complaining, so I decided to change my attitude and become an eagle. I looked around at the other cabs and their rivers. The cabs were dirty, the drivers were unfriendly, and the customers were unhappy. So I decided to make some changes.
I put in a few at a time. When my customers responded well, I did more.'
'I take it that has paid off for you,' Harvey said.
 
'It sure has,' Wally replied. 'My first year as an eagle, I doubled my income from the previous year. This year I'll probably quadruple it. You were lucky to get me today. I don't sit at cabstands anymore. My customers call me for appointments on my cell phone or leave a message on my answering machine. If I can't pick them up myself, I get a reliable cabbie friend to do it and I take a piece of the action.'

Wally was phenomenal. He was running a limo service out of a Yellow Cab.
I've probably told that story to more than fifty cab drivers over the years, and only two took the idea and ran with it. Whenever I go to their cities, I give them a call.

The rest of the drivers quacked like ducks and told me all the reasons they couldn't do any of what I was suggesting.
Wally the Cab Driver made a different choice. He decided to stop quacking like ducks and start soaring like eagles.
How about us?
 
Smile and the whole world smiles with you.....The ball is in our hands!

A man reaps what he sows.  Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give
up...let us do good to all people.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

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Do you think we are still developing contry??

An Old Story:

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house
and laying up supplies for the winter. 

The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away
.

Come  winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out  in the cold.
 
Indian Version:

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. 

The  Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs & dances & plays the summer away.

Come  winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm
and well fed while others are cold and starving. 

NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next  to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

The World
 is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this
 poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? 


Arundhati Roy
 stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house. 

Medha 
fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be
relocated to warmer climates during winter
 
Mayawati   states this as `injustice' done on Minorities.

Amnesty  International and Koffi Annan criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the  fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.


The  Internet
 is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance) .

Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.


CPM
  in Kerala  immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.

Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway  Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.

Finally,  the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of  Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.

Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation ' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions & in Government Services.


The  Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left 
to pay his retroactive taxes,it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper 
in a ceremony covered by NDTV. 
 
Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice'.
Lalu  calls it 'Socialistic Justice '.

CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden '
 
Koffi  Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General  Assembly. 

Many years  later.... 


The  Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley, 
 
100s  of Grasshoppers  still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere  in India, 

......AND
As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the grasshoppers,
India is still a developing country…!!!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

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Small Misunderstandings May Result in a Lifetime of Regrets

Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years
with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.
Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide
for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that
she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a
woman to bring hubby to where he is today.
I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a
balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant
greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me
up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me
down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother".

Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to test on his chest and enjoy
the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the tiny me
into his pockets. Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to
back down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head continuously
until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of
panic-joy feeling.

Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.
For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living
room, she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you
young people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also
can't eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the
house, our mood will also become better." Mother continues to grumble
away, and hubby smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly
you will get use to it". Mother stopped saying anything.

But every time thereafter, whenever came home with flowers, she would
ask me how much it costs. I told her and she would shake her head and
express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with lots of shopping
bags, she would ask each and every item how much they cost, I would
tell her honestly and she would get even more upset about it. Hubby
playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just don't tell
her the full price of everything would solve it." There begins the
friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.

Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the
breakfast. In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the
wife? At the breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like
the dark clouds before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to
notice. She would use her chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it
as her silent protest.

As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from
along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of
that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I
turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother makes.

From time to time, mother would help out with some housework, but soon
her help created additional work for me. For example: she would keep
all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell them
later on, and resulted in our house being filled with all the trash
bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when helping to wash
the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash
them again.

One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and
"Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room.
Hubby was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not
speak to me for that entire night.

I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally
ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby
stared at me and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We
couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it is,
right?" After that incident, for a long period of time, mother did not
speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward feeling
hanging in the house.

During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in dilemma as to who
to please. In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast,
mother took on the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without
any prompting.
At the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his
breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to
perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast
situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work.
That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD,
is it because you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you
chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and left me
alone in tears as feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me.. After some
time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me, can you have breakfast at home?"
I am left with no choice but to return to the breakfast table.

The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt
a sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing
up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could
not. I threw down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited
everything out. Just as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying
and grumbling very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at the
washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning in his eyes.. I
opened my mouth but no words came out of it, I really did not mean it.

We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us,
then stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me
a final stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For
three days, hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so
furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting
up with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep
having the feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite for
food, coupled with all the events happening at home, I was at then low
point in my life. Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible;
you should go and see a doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am
pregnant.

Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense
of sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't
hubby, and mother who had been through this before, thought of the
possibility of this being the reason that day? At the hospital
entrance, I saw my hubby standing there.

It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to
turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I couldn't
resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally found
me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted
look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to
look at him anymore, and hail a cab.

At that moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my
hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and
spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I
sat in the cab, my tears
started rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the
test of one fight?

Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted
look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That
night, sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the
lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face.

He was removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me,
took the bank deposit book and some money and left the house. Maybe he
really intends to leave me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut
in love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh and tears starting
streaming down again.

The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to clear this out and
have a good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his secretary
gave me a weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic
accident and is now in the hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed
to the hospital and by the time I found hubby, mother had already
passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was expressionless. I
looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the
tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?

Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with
only the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out
brief facts about the accident from other people. That day, after
mother left the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop,
apparently intending to go back to her old house back in the
countryside.
As hubby ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to
cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I finally understood
how much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if
we had not quarrelled, if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer
of his mother.

Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong
liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity
and could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we
are going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in
his eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back
in.
I had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough
scolding though none of these events happening had been my fault
at all.

Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by,
hubby came home later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we
were living together like strangers who don't know each other. I am
like the dead knot in his heart.
One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass
window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very
lightly brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After
recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood
in front of my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes.
I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need to say anything.
The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go,
hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared back at me,
challenging me.
I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the
brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had stood that any
longer, I will collapse together with the baby inside me.
That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way
to indicate to me: Following mother's death so did our love for each
other.

He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned
home from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had
returned to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the
initial desire to explain everything to him vanished.
I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my heart breaks
again and again every time I see a guy carefully helping his wife
through the physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to me to
consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I insisted on
having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for
causing her death.

One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the living room. The
whole house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee table,
there was this piece of paper. I know what it is all about without
even looking at it.
In the two months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to
find peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said:
"You wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in
his eyes, just like mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to
myself "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but
I refused to let tears come out from there.
After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging
tummy. I smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper
towards me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on
it and pushed the paper to him.
"LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is the first
time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and they
fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave now." He
did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other.
Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart,
everything seems so far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could
never reach them. I cannot remember how many times he repeated "sorry"
to me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him, but now I
can't.
In the western restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in
his eyes, I will never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep scars in
each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally
intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of reconciliation, but
I realized now, what had gone past is gone forever and could not
repeated.

Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some
warmth to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat
anything he buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I
stopped talking to him. From the moment I signed on that piece of
paper, marriage and love had vanished from my heart.

Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom, but when he walks
in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no choice but to sleep
in mother's room. At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of
groaning, I kept quiet... This used to be his trick; last time,
whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and
find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and laugh.

He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned
because there was love, but now, what is there between us? Hubby's
groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored him.

Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,
children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of
it stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use
this to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions.

He has no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his
typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web
surfing but none of that matters to me anymore.

It was sometime towards the end of spring in the following year, one
late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain, hubby came
rushing into the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and had
been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs,
stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat
off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital.

Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the
delivery suite. Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a
thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as
much as he did? He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go
in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him despite my
contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at our
son and me, eyes tear with joy and he kept smiling.

I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and
then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in
pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I had
thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I
have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.

Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it
was already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to
last this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had
cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying:
"Prepare for his funeral."

I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his
room and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's
cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had
thought that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote
for our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take
a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in
your life, you will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if
only I can accompany you throughout that journey, how nice would it
be.

But daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has written inside here
all the possible difficulties and problems you may encounter during
your lifetime, when you meet with these problems, you can refer to
daddy's suggestion ... Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I
feel as if I have accompanied you through life journey.

To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she has
suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also the one who loves
me m most..." From play school to primary school, to secondary,
university, to work and even in dealing with questions of love,
everything big and small was written there.

Hubby has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to marry you is my
biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you, forgive
me for not telling you my illness, because I want to see you be in a
joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you
cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank you
for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to our
son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every
year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the
packaging... "

Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son
over and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I
want our son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He
struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in
his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the
button on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through the air
as tears slowly rolled down my face....

A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in this
world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another
disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend
of having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her
remaining years with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is
finally revealed at a price, everything became too late.".........

This is a true story. from LD

LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
Words from the readers:
I am totally speechless, this story brought tears to my eyes as I read
through each line eager to know what would happen next. It truly
showed the devastating power of grudges and anger!

Simple humility and communication would have resolved most of the
problems in that story, as well as patience....

This story has really touched my heart and life as a whole and it has
stimulated a paradigm shift. Though it is very sad, it is also very
refreshing to know that from today, I can consciously start to live a
life free of grudge.
People please let's live a life devoid of grudge.

Communication is the key.

Take greatest care and live on.
It was a bit long to read, but will experience a gentle change in your
communication & approach.
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5 Key Learnings :
1. Do not jump to immediate conclusion.
2. Just ask & clarify; minium 3 times to the concerned person before
forming a final rigid opinion.
3.Patience is another name of Love. Have patience.
4. Never miss the opportunity to take initiative and get closer.
5. Aquire skill & Learn to be a looser in minor incidents and be a
winner in Lifes Journey.

Friday, January 29, 2010

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Operation Pavagadh Clean By Group of Ahmedabad

You will find various articles and news about global warming and pollution in daily news papers. But do we really care about our natural resources? Do we really deserve what we are getting from nature?

I would like to share some snaps that demonstrate the real situation in current scenario. Check below snap of Pavagadh Mountain near Baroda. This place is very popular due to temple of Goddess Mahakali.








People visiting this place are throwing plastics and materials into the valley and spoiling the greatest gift of nature. But there are few people who are very conscious about this pollution and took immediate action to remove such plastics and materials from the mountain.

Below snaps shows the humble steps taken by group of business men from Ahmedabad. They visited Pavagadh Mountain with huge bags and collected garbage from the staircase and surroundings areas.









The above step is really inspirational and giving very important message to the people who throws their garbage on the road and public places. But I am very upset to know that the authority of Pavagadh temple did not give good response and this is what they said “yeh sab to chalta raheta hai, ham kya kar sakte hai!!!”

I am thankful to Mr.Shailesh Mistry for providing these snaps; he is one of them who took this wonderful cleaning operation at Pavagadh Mountain.

Monday, January 25, 2010

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Happy Republic Day 26th January 2010

Republic Day is India’s important national event celebrated on January 26th every year. On this day in 1950 the constitution of India came into force and India became a truly Sovereign, Democratic and Republic state. On this day -India finally enjoyed the freedom of spirit, rule of law and fundamental principle of governance. The patriotic fervor of the Indian people on this day brings the whole country together even in her embedded diversity.

These days our country is really developing in all the area but still there are many obstacle in our way. I wish, we all start working on such obstacle to create our country one of the best in universe.

Happy republic day