tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20118817101927790042024-02-22T05:02:59.753-08:00Story....Story....Story...Here you can find the known Stories,Incidents,Biography,Jokes etc.., that, touched my heart, Made me think, try to follow....and now sharing with you...Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-36386810787226009942016-08-12T21:21:00.001-07:002016-08-12T21:21:15.381-07:00what you sow, you reap.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A small story which beautifully illustrates that what you sow, you reap.<br />
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" Once upon a time there was a small time business man from a small village who used to sell butter in the nearby town. A big shop owner in the town was his regular customer.<br />
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The villager used to deliver every month the shop owner the required butter in 1 Kg. Blocks and in turn he used to get grocery items like sugar, pulses etc from the big shop owner.<br />
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Once the shop owner decided to weigh the butter and to his surprise every block of butter weighed 900 gms. instead of 1kg.<br />
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Next month when the villager came to supply Butter, the shop owner was very angry at him and told to leave the shop, to this the villager replied him courteously " Sir, I am a very poor villager,<br />
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I don't have enough money to even buy the required weights for weighing the butter, I usually put the 1Kg sugar you give me on one side of Weighing scale and weigh butter on another side"<br />
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This beautifully illustrates that what we give to others comes back to us......š<br />
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Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-83277854508203986502016-07-04T15:54:00.001-07:002016-07-04T15:54:13.431-07:00Gestures of love and respect <p dir="ltr">Beautiful story!! Made me smile 😊<br>
I hope this makes everyone else smile too. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A man often bought oranges from an old lady.<br>
After they were weighed, paid for and put in his bag, he would always pick one from his bag, peel it, put a segment in his mouth, complain it's sour and pass on the orange to the seller.<br>
The old lady would put one segment in her mouth and retort, "why, it's sweet," but by then he was gone with his bag.<br>
His wife, always with him, asked, "the oranges are always sweet, then why this drama every time?"<br>
He smiled, "the old mother sells sweet oranges but never eats them herself. This way I get her to eat one, without losing her money. That's all."<br>
The vegetable seller next to the old lady, saw this everyday.<br>
She chided, "every time this man fusses over your oranges, and I see that you always weigh a few extra for him. Why?"<br>
The old lady smiled, "I know he does this to feed me an orange, only, he thinks I don't understand. I never weigh extra. His love tilts the scale slightly every time."<br>
Life's joys are in these sweet little gestures of love and respect <u>for</u> our fellow beings.<br>
O God, Grant us always the ability to show such amazing kindness and Gestures</p>
Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-9816796792721528092016-05-18T22:34:00.001-07:002016-05-18T22:34:37.767-07:00Who is Rich?<p dir="ltr">Once, a lady with her family was staying in a 3-star hotel for a picnic. She was the mother of a 6 month old baby.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Can I get 1 cup of milk?" asked the lady to the 3-star hotel manager.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Yes madam", he replied.<br>
"But it will cost 100 bucks". "No problem", said the lady.</p>
<p dir="ltr">While driving back from hotel, the child was hungry again.<br>
They stopped at a road side tea stall and took milk from the tea vendor<br>
"How much?” she asked the tea vendor.</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Madam, we don't charge money for kid's milk", the old man said with a smile.<br>
"Let me know if you need more for the journey". The lady took one more cup and left.<br>
She wondered, "Who’s richer? The hotel manager or the old tea vendor?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sometimes, in the race for more money, we forget that we are all humans. Let's help someone in need, without expecting something in return. It will make us feel better than what money can.<br>
Coffee never knew that it would taste so nice and sweet, before it met milk and sugar.<br>
We are good as individuals but become better when we meet and blend with the right people..</p>
<p dir="ltr">Stay connected.</p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>"The world is full of nice people... If you can't find one.. Be one....</b>"</p>
Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-16512272242054664442014-11-30T22:49:00.000-08:002014-11-30T23:31:29.673-08:00The Cab Ride - Kent Nerburn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A True Story...<br />
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Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.<br />
So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.<br />
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"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.<br />
It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".<br />
"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.<br />
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"<br />
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.<br />
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".<br />
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.<br />
"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."<br />
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. "What route would you like me to take?" I asked.<br />
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.<br />
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."<br />
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.<br />
I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.<br />
"Nothing," I said.<br />
"You have to make a living," she answered.<br />
"There are other passengers," I responded.<br />
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."<br />
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?<br />
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.<br />
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A Quick Story, by Elizabeth Silance Ballard<br />
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There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. She looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.<br />
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got tot he point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.<br />
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.<br />
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good mannersā¦he is a joy to be around."<br />
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."<br />
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."<br />
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."<br />
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.<br />
But she stifled the children's' laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.<br />
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom, used to." After the children, left she cried for at least an hour,. On that very day, she quite teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.<br />
Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became on of her "teacher's pets."<br />
A year later, she found a note under he door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, second in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.<br />
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.<br />
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.<br />
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit I the place at the weeding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.<br />
They hugged each other and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for make me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."<br />
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that <b>I could make a difference</b>. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." </div>
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You may ask, what's so special about this 21-year-old when there are hundreds of students passing out from various IITs and joining big companies like Google?</div>
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Naresh is special. His parents are illiterate. He has no legs and moves around in his powered wheel chair. (In fact, when I could not locate his lab, he told me over the mobile phone, 'I will come and pick you up'. And in no time, he was there to guide me)</div>
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Ever smiling, optimistic and full of spirit; that is Naresh. He says, "God has always been planning things for me. That is why I feel I am lucky."</div>
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Read why Naresh feels he is lucky.</div>
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<strong>Childhood in a village</strong><br />
I spent the first seven years of my life in Teeparru, a small village in Andhra Pradesh, on the banks of the river Godavari. My father Prasad was a lorry driver and my mother Kumari, a house wife. Though they were illiterate, my parents instilled in me and my elder sister (Sirisha) the importance of studying.</div>
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Looking back, one thing that surprises me now is the way my father taught me when I was in the 1st and 2nd standards. My father would ask me questions from the text book, and I would answer them. At that time, I didn't know he could not read or write but to make me happy, he helped me in my studies!</div>
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Another memory that doesn't go away is the floods in the village and how I was carried on top of a buffalo by my uncle. I also remember plucking fruits from a tree that was full of thorns.</div>
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I used to be very naughty, running around and playing all the time with my friends. I used to get a lot of scolding for disturbing the elders who slept in the afternoon. The moment they started scolding, I would run away to the fields!</div>
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I also remember finishing my school work fast in class and sleeping on the teacher's lap!</div>
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<strong>January 11, 1993, the fateful day</strong><br />
On the January 11, 1993 when we had the sankranti holidays, my mother took my sister and me to a nearby village for a family function. From there we were to go with our grandmother to our native place. But my grandmother did not come there. As there were no buses that day, my mother took a lift in my father's friend's lorry. As there were many people in the lorry, he made me sit next to him, close to the door.</div>
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It was my fault; I fiddled with the door latch and it opened wide throwing me out. As I fell, my legs got cut by the iron rods protruding from the lorry. Nothing happened to me except scratches on my legs.</div>
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The accident had happened just in front of a big private hospital but they refused to treat me saying it was an accident case. Then a police constable who was passing by took us to a government hospital.</div>
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First I underwent an operation as my small intestine got twisted. The doctors also bandaged my legs. I was there for a week. When the doctors found that gangrene had developed and it had reached up to my knees, they asked my father to take me to a district hospital. There, the doctors scolded my parents a lot for neglecting the wounds and allowing the gangrene to develop. But what could my ignorant parents do?</div>
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In no time, both my legs were amputated up to the hips.</div>
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I remember waking up and asking my mother, where are my legs? I also remember that my mother cried when I asked the question. I was in the hospital for three months.</div>
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<strong>Life without legs</strong><br />
I don't think my life changed dramatically after I lost both my legs. Because all at home were doting on me, I was enjoying all the attention rather than pitying myself. I was happy that I got a lot of fruits and biscuits.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 18pt;">T</span>he day I reached my village, my house was flooded with curious people; all of them wanted to know how a boy without legs looked. But I was not bothered; I was happy to see so many of them coming to see me, especially my friends!</div>
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All my friends saw to it that I was part of all the games they played; they carried me everywhere.</div>
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God's hand<br />
I believe in God. I believe in destiny. I feel he plans everything for you. If not for the accident, we would not have moved from the village to Tanuku, a town. There I joined a missionary school, and my father built a house next to the school. Till the tenth standard, I studied in that school.</div>
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If I had continued in Teeparu, I may not have studied after the 10th. I may have started working as a farmer or someone like that after my studies. I am sure God had other plans for me.</div>
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My sister, my friend<br />
When the school was about to reopen, my parents moved from Teeparu to Tanuku, a town, and admitted both of us in a Missionary school. They decided to put my sister also in the same class though she is two years older. They thought she could take care of me if both of us were in the same class. My sister never complained.</div>
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She would be there for everything. Many of my friends used to tell me, you are so lucky to have such a loving sister. There are many who do not care for their siblings.</div>
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She carried me in the school for a few years and after a while, my friends took over the task. When I got the tricycle, my sister used to push me around in the school.</div>
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My life, I would say, was normal, as everyone treated me like a normal kid. I never wallowed in self-pity. I was a happy boy and competed with others to be on top and the others also looked at me as a competitor. {mospagebreak}</div>
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<strong>Inspiration</strong><br />
I was inspired by two people when in school; my Maths teacher Pramod Lal who</div>
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encouraged me to participate in various local talent tests, and a brilliant boy called Chowdhary, who was my senior.</div>
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When I came to know that he had joined Gowtham Junior College to prepare for IIT-JEE, it became my dream too. I was school first in 10th scoring 542/600.</div>
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Because I topped in the state exams, Gowtham Junior College waived the fee for me. Pramod Sir's recommendation also helped. The fee was around Rs 50,000 per year, which my parents could never afford.</div>
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Moving to a residential school<br />
Living in a residential school was a big change for me because till then my life centred around home and school and I had my parents and sister to take care of all my needs. It was the first time that I was interacting with society. It took one year for me to adjust to the new life.</div>
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There, my inspiration was a boy called K K S Bhaskar who was in the top 10 in IIT-JEE exams. He used to come to our school to encourage us. Though my parents didn't know anything about Gowtham Junior School or IIT, they always saw to it that I was encouraged in whatever I wanted to do. If the results were good, they would praise me to the skies and if bad, they would try to see something good in that. They did not want me to feel bad.</div>
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They are such wonderful supportive parents.</div>
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Life at IIT- Madras<br />
Though my overall rank in the IIT-JEE was not that great (992), I was 4th in the physically handicapped category. So, I joined IIT, Madras to study Computer Science.</div>
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Here, my role model was Karthik who was also my senior in school. I looked up to him during my years at IIT- Madras.</div>
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He had asked for attached bathrooms for those with special needs before I came here itself. So, when I came here, the room had attached bath. He used to help me and guide me a lot when I was here.</div>
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I evolved as a person in these four years, both academically and personally. It has been a great experience studying here. The people I was interacting with were so brilliant that I felt privileged to sit along with them in the class. Just by speaking to my lab mates, I gained a lot.</div>
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W<span style="font-size: 12px;">ords are inadequate to express my gratitude to Prof Pandurangan and all my lab mates; all were simply great. I was sent to Boston along with four others for our internship by Prof Pandurangan. It was a great experience.</span></div>
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Joining Google R&D<br />
I did not want to pursue PhD as I wanted my parents to take rest now.</div>
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Morgan Stanley selected me first but I preferred Google because I wanted to work in pure computer science, algorithms and game theory.</div>
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I am lucky<br />
Do you know why I say I am lucky?</div>
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I get help from total strangers without me asking for it. Once after my second year at IIT, I with some of my friends was travelling in a train for a conference. We met a kind gentleman called Sundar in the train, and he has been taking care of my hostel fees from then on.</div>
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I have to mention about Jaipur foot. I had Jaipur foot when I was in 3rd standard. After two years, I stopped using them. As I had almost no stems on my legs, it was very tough to tie them to the body. I found walking with Jaipur foot very, very slow. Sitting also was a problem. I found my tricycle faster because I am one guy who wants to do things faster.</div>
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One great thing about the hospital is, they don't think their role ends by just fixing the Jaipur foot; they arrange for livelihood for all. They asked me what help I needed from them. I told them at that time, if I got into an IIT, I needed financial help from them. So, from the day I joined IIT, Madras, my fees were taken care of by them. So, my education at the IIT was never a burden on my parents and they could take care of my sister's Nursing studies.</div>
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Surprise awaited me at IIT<br />
After my first year, when I went home, two things happened here at the Institute without my knowledge.</div>
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I got a letter from my department that they had arranged a lift and ramps at the department for me. It also said that if I came a bit early and checked whether it met with my requirements, it would be good.</div>
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Second surprise was, the Dean, Prof Idichandy and the Students General Secretary, Prasad had located a place that sold powered wheel chairs. The cost was Rs 55,000. What they did was, they did not buy the wheel chair; they gave me the money so that the wheel chair belonged to me and not the institute.</div>
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My life changed after that. I felt free and independent.</div>
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That's why I say I am lucky. God has planned things for me and takes care of me at every step.</div>
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The world is full of good people</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: x-small;">I also feel if you are motivated and show some initiative, people around you will always help you. I also feel there are more good people in society than bad ones. I want all those who read this to feel that if Naresh can achieve something in life, you can too.</span></div>
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</div>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-891628969444230522011-10-11T23:16:00.000-07:002011-10-11T23:16:53.956-07:00The King With Four Wives<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">Once upon a time there was a rich king who had four wives. He loved the fourth wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.He also loved the third wife very much and showed her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.He also loved his second wife. She was his confidante and she was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the king faced a problem, he could confide in her to help him get through the difficult times.The king's first wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife but although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">Then a voice called out: āI'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go.āThe king looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, because she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved the King said, āI should have taken better care of you when I had a chance!ā</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">Our 4th wife is our <span style="color: red;">BODY</span>. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look great, it'll leave us when we die.Our 3rd wife is our <span style="color: red;">POSSESSIONS, STATUS</span> and <span style="color: red;">WEALTH</span>. When we die, it will all go to others.Our 2nd wife is our <span style="color: red;">FAMILY</span> and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.Our 1st wife is our </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;"><strong><u><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">SOUL</span></span></u></strong></span><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">, often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the ego. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go. So </span><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now!</span></span></span><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;"> It is your greatest gift to offer the world.</span></div>
</div>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-78623798808251891612011-08-19T20:59:00.000-07:002017-10-15T17:55:43.415-07:00āIf I donāt help them, what will happen to them?ā<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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āNo.ā said Paderewski. āThis is not acceptable.ā He tore up the cheque, returned the $1600 and told the two boys āHereās the $1600. Please deduct whatever expenses you have incurred. Keep the money you need for your fees. And just give me whatever is leftā The boys were surprised, and thanked him profusely. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It was a small act of kindness. But it clearly marked out Paderewski as a great human being. Why should he help two people he did not even know? We all come across situations like these in our lives. And most of us only think āIf I help them, what would hapĀpen to me?ā The truly great people think, āIf I donāt help them, what will happen to them?ā They donāt do it expecting something in return. They do it because they feel itās the right thing to do. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Paderewski later went on to become the Prime Minister of Poland. He was a great leader, but unfortunately when the World War began, Poland was ravaged. There were over 1.5 milĀlion people starving in his country, and no money to feed them. Paderewski did not know where to turn for help. He reached out to the US Food and Relief Administration for help.
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Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-16873057561589413982011-08-19T04:03:00.001-07:002014-12-04T17:38:24.233-08:00Excellence is a Habit!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A German once visited a temple under construction where he s<span style="color: #1f497d;">l</span>aw a sculptor making an idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby. Surprised, he asked the sculptor, "Do you need two statues of the same idol?" "No," said the sculptor without looking up, "We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage." The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage. "Where is the damage?" he asked. "There is a scratch on the nose of the idol." said the sculptor, still busy with his work. "Where are you going to install the idol?"<br>
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The sculptor replied that it would be installed on a pillar twenty feet high. "If the idol is that far, who is going to know that there is a scratch on the nose?" the gentleman asked. The sculptor stopped his work, looked up at the gentleman, smiled and said, "I will know it."<span style="color: #1f497d;"></span></span></div>
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The desire to excel is exclusive of the fact whether someone else appreciates it or not. <b><span style="color: blue;">"Excellence" is a drive from inside, not outside. Excellence is not for someone else to notice but for your own satisfaction and efficiency...</span></b></span></div>
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Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-14073351709484269682011-08-19T04:03:00.000-07:002014-12-04T17:35:45.897-08:00HOW WE MISS OUT SOMETHING CALLED "L I F E"Ā Ā <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a
loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was
around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle
open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and
keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally
forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the
bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a
poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child
collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The
mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the
distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked
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The husband just said " I am with you Darling"</div>
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child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point
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if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have
happened.. No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child.
What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the
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If
everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be
much fewer problems in the world. " A journey of a thousand miles
begins with a single step " Take off all your envies, jealousies,
un-forgiveness, selfishness, and fears. And you will find things are
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Sometimes
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By this way we are heading to miss out something called L.I.F.E.</div>
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Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-16795635300104733292011-04-20T00:45:00.000-07:002011-04-20T00:45:19.955-07:00The Law of the Garbage Truck<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport.<br />
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We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of <br />
a parking space right in front of us. <br />
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My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by <br />
just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and <br />
started yelling at us. </span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><br />
My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really <br />
friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined <br />
your car and sent us to the hospital!' <br />
</span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the <br />
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</span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around <br />
full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of <br />
disappointment. <br />
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they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally. <br />
</span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage <br />
and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets. <br />
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take <br />
over their day. <br />
</span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, <br />
</span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>So ... Love the people who treat you right. <br />
</span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span>Pray for the ones who don't. <br />
</span></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span><u style="color: blue;"><b>Life is 10 % what you make it and 90 % how you take it! </b></u><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She timidly asked, "Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The operator said, "I'll be glad to help, dear. </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What's the name and room number of the patient?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Norma Findlay, Room 302."</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The operator replied, "Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurse's station for that room."</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said,</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her blood pressure is fine; her blood test just came back normal and her physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow." </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The grandmother said, "Thank you. That's wonderful. I was so worried. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">God bless you for the good news."</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The operator replied, "You're more than welcome.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Is Norma your daughter?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The grandmother said, "No, I'm Norma Findlay in Room 302. </span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No one tells me at all" - </span><span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">TRUE STORY </span></div>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-29844977897947667532011-03-08T20:12:00.000-08:002011-03-08T20:12:17.832-08:00WHERE IS THE PROBLEM?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: white;"> </span><span style="color: white;">A man feared his wife wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The Doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the Doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">āHere's what you do," said the Doctor, "stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens."</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Then in a normal tone he asks, 'Honey, what's for dinner?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">No response.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">So the husband moves to closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Still no response.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, Honey, what's for dinner?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Again he gets no response so,</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">He walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">Again there is no response.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">James, for the FIFTH time I've said, CHICKEN!" </span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><u>Conclusion</u>: Itās Quite Humorous, but it depicts the reality.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">The</span> <span style="color: #e69138;">problem</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> may not be with the other one as we always think,</span> <span style="color: #e69138;">could be very much within us</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">, however often we end up blaming others! </span></strong></span></div>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-22102774402812424372011-03-03T23:45:00.000-08:002011-03-03T23:45:50.189-08:00SMILE AGAIN & AGAIN<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A wise man once sat in the audience & cracked a joke. </span><span style="color: white;"><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All laughed like crazy. After a moment he cracked the same joke again and a little less people laughed this time. </span><span style="color: white;"><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He cracked the same joke again & again, When there was no laughter in the rowd, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">āWhen u can't</span> <span style="color: #e69138;">laugh on the same joke again & again</span>, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">then </span><span style="color: #0b5394;">why do u keep crying</span><span style="color: white;"> over the same thing again & again.ā </span></span></span></div>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-84402801267409369742011-03-02T05:45:00.000-08:002011-03-02T05:45:10.426-08:00FAILURE & SUCCESS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Once I noticed a young boy playing in the garden. I was amused at what I saw. At first when he fell down, he looked around to see if anyone was watching him. When he saw that there was no one, he immediately sprang up and continued to play. Later when he fell again he saw that his mother was looking at him in pity, he began crying.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This boy reminded me of Edison. Edison never gave up and he did not bother about failures. As children we all have fallen many times while learning to walk or cycle. Then we spring back with enthusiasm to continue what we are doing. However over the years our conditioning reduces the enthusiasm it takes to achieve our goals. As adults we begin to take our falls and cuts very seriously. We donāt like when people point our mistakes and donāt like to be reminded of our failures.</span></div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><span style="color: white;"></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In fact we get to learn many lessons from our failures. Failures teach us to be gusty and persistent. History is witness to the fact that all successful people have failed their way to success. Education alone is not sufficient. One needs to have entrepreneurial qualities. Failure, taken in the right perspective teaches us just that. Combining Ethics with education and enterprise ensures that success is not short lived. Failure should be followed by reflection on its causes; working on them takes you on your road to SUCCESS!</span></div></div>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-190784459031479722010-12-21T01:36:00.000-08:002010-12-21T01:36:11.387-08:00Success and FailureThe Sculpting Competition<br />
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Long ago, in a distant land, there lived two sculptors named Raja and Ramu. One day they each received a Royal proclamation inviting them to take part in a sculpting competition to be held at the Royal Gardens. Both Raja and Ramu were extremely excited by this opportunity and immediately started preparing for the seven day journey.<br />
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Raja set out on a bright Monday morning with his chisels and hammers packed in the back of his horse-drawn cart. At the end of his first day of travelling, he made camp in a clearing by the side of the road. After a simple meal, Raja noticed a large rock on the edge of the clearing and decided to get in some practice for the upcoming sculpting competition. He took out his tools and began to chisel away at the rock. Several hours later, Raja stood back to look at his sculpture. It was a statue of the Princess Rebecca, but while he was reasonably happy with his attempt, Raja realized that the statue's hands were too big. He made a mental note to be careful of this in the future and went to sleep.<br />
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The next morning, Raja continued on his way leaving his statue of Princess Rebecca by the side of the clearing. At the end of his second day, Raja found another rock to practice on and created another sculpture of the Princess. This time he got her hands right but made her legs too short. He made a mental note on how to improve next time and moved on. Raja continued this pattern throughout his journey. Each night he found a rock to practice on, created a sculpture of Princess Rebecca, made note on how he could improve and then moved on the following morning leaving the sculpture where he created it.<br />
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By the time Raja reached the Royal Gardens he had made seven practice sculptures that were each a little bit better than the one before. On the day of the competition, Raja created his best sculpture ever and to his delight, he was awarded the coveted 'Golden Hammer' award which was presented by Princess Rebecca herself. Now you may be wondering what happened to the other sculptor, Ramu, so let me tell you his side of the storyā¦<br />
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Ramu also set out on the seven day journey to the Royal Gardens to compete in the sculpting competition. Like Raja, Ramu made camp on the first night and found a large rock to practice on. He too created a statue of the Princess Rebecca but found that he made her feet too big. Ramu was angry at himself for making this mistake and the next morning he heaved the statue onto the back of his cart so that he could study his mistake later. At the end of his second day of travelling, Ramu found another rock to practice on and created another statue. This time he forgot to include the princesses head dress and he became furious at his mistake. The next morning, he heaved the statue onto the back of his cart and continued slowly on his journey. Each night Ramu repeated this same pattern. He created a statue, became angry with himself when he made a mistake and then loaded the statue onto his cart before moving on.<br />
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On the seventh day, Ramu woke up early and prepared for the final leg of his journey, but when he prompted his horse to get underway, the poor animal strained at his harness but could not move an inch. Ramu jumped down from his seat and went to the back of his cart. There he found all seven practice statues of the Princess Rebecca which were weighing the cart down and making it impossible to move. Ramu complained bitterly as he looked over the statues in detail - too big, too short, too tallā¦the list of mistakes went on and on. The unhappy sculptor sat down on a tree stump and continued to stare at his statues for hours, and as a result, he never made it to the Royal Gardens to compete in the competition.<br />
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This simple story illustrates an important lesson that can often be the difference between success and failure. The statues in the story represent the mistakes that we all make in life. The difference between Raja and Ramu was the way in which they responded to their mistakes. When Raja made a practice statue he made a mental note of any problems and then he left his mistake where he made it and continued on his journey. As a result, he gradually developed his skills and eventually achieved his ultimate objective. Ramu on the other hand approached his mistakes in a different fashion. Each time he made a statue, he loaded it onto his cart and took it with him. Each day his cart became heavier and heavier until eventually it would not move at all. Instead of leaving his mistakes where he made them, Ramu carried the weight of his mistakes with him and the weight of these past mistakes eventually prevented him from reaching his real objective. On your journey to success, understand that you too will make mistakes. Some small, some big. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Each time you make a mistake you have a choice</span></b>. You can either learn from your mistake and move on like Raja, or you can carry your mistake with you like Ramu. The danger in harboring regret and continually analyzing your past mistakes is that, like Ramu, you can eventually get stuck and can jeopardize the achievements that are waiting for you in your future.<br />
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Today I'd like to encourage you to reflect on the story of Raja and Ramu and make the decision to leave your mistakes where you make them. In this way, you'll be able to learn from your mistakes but will still be able to move forward to achieve your ultimate objective. <br />
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Do you have the feeling you're fully appreciating your life RIGHT NOW, or are you somehow failing to treasure the richness of all you have in the moment? Living a life of gratitude is a challenge that I think most all of us face.<br />
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Three years ago the eight year old daughter of a friend died in a freak accident at school. My friend was devastated and I could not think of any wise words that might console him. As the weeks rolled by my friend slipped into an ever deeper sense of despair, and nothing anyone said seemed to lift his spirit.<br />
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After a few months time he went out of town on a business trip, and on the train ride back home he engaged in a conversation with the woman sitting next to him. The woman sat there and nodded her head often as my friend talked about the death of his daughter. He reported to me that he had the sense of talking and talking and talking, until he finally felt like he had nothing more to say.<br />
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As my friend came to a natural state of rest, the woman nodded her head one more time as she took a deep breath, and then said the following, "I can very much feel your pain, and I understand that the loss of your child must be devastating.<br />
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At the same time," she said, "I wonder if your pain would not be lessened if you celebrated the life of your daughter."You told me about your daughter's sense of awe the first time you took her to the ocean, and how you carried her in your arms as you waded out into the water. You also spoke about the many times she sat on your lap and told you about the magical adventures she had during the course of her day. Perhaps the sweetest story you shared was how you told your daughter every night how much you loved her as you tucked her into bed."I am wondering," the woman said, "What is it that leads you to believe that you and your daughter did not live a glorious fulfilling life together? Is it because she died at eight years old and not at eighty? Certainly it would seem that the quality of one's life is not tied to the length of one's life. I would suggest that you and your daughter did perhaps live a full and complete life together. She just didn't live as long as you had hoped for and expected."As the train neared the station the woman continued speaking, "I am fifty two years old, and in looking back on my life I don't feel I have shared with anyone, the depth of experience and love you and your daughter had together. On one hand this makes me deeply sad. On the other hand, it helps me to realize that with the time I have left, I can indeed strive to live a complete and fulfilling life. This is the realization that your experience has helped me to understand, and for this wonderful gift I thank you deeply."The woman smiled as she stood up, preparing to exit the train.<br />
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"None of us know how long we have to live. We don't seem to have all that much control over the length of our life. The quality of our life on the other hand, we can indeed ensure on a daily basis. It is never too soon to begin to enjoy and fully appreciate the life we do have, right here and now."Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-15249740630461659442009-05-05T09:15:00.000-07:002009-05-05T09:16:52.673-07:00The Hospital Window<div><br />There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present. I hope you enjoy the words of wisdom in this story.<br /><br />Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.<br /><br />Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.<br />The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.<br />One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.<br /><br />Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.<br />As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.<br /><br />Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you." </div>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-12056164273541273882009-04-16T13:42:00.000-07:002009-04-16T13:43:28.074-07:00House of 1000 Mirrors - Reflections<p>Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the House of 1000 Mirrors. <br />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. <br />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." <br />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. <br />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." </p> <p> <br /><b><font size="3">All the faces in the world are mirrors. </font></b></p> <p><b><font size="3">What kind of reflections do you see in the faces of the people you meet?</font></b></p> Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-60671156654645522512009-04-14T06:58:00.001-07:002009-04-14T06:58:17.084-07:00Donkey in a well<p>One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway, so it just wasn't worth it to try to retrieve the donkey. <br />He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. <br />At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well and was astonished at what he saw. <br />With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. <br />Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and trotted off! <br />Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up. Shake it off, and take a step up! <br />Remember the five simple rules to be happy: <br />1. Free your heart from hatred. <br />2. Free your mind from worries. <br />3. Live simply. <br />4. Give more. <br />5. Expect less.</p> Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-21132822968211575362009-04-09T12:07:00.001-07:002009-04-09T12:35:23.241-07:00Mindset<p>As my friend was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from the ropes they were tied to but for some reason, they did not. My friend saw a trainer nearby and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.<img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" alt="[stuck.JPG]" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSITPSuy79c1BxpBrkOoV7DpVyU6kHll6JVrAr204u5vNNi__fKwN-n_IlOvcakea0flxieTrQR1KJIdIfohzYkhYcrJNkDztVnv6zIfOz-vaxbAoNVPBFdBix3xR-0MFCpDEy1F52T4/s1600/stuck.JPG" /> <br />"Well," he said, "when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it's enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free." My friend was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn't, they were stuck right where they were. <br />Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before? So make an attempt to grow further.... Why shouldn't we try it again?</p> <p>Your attempt may fail, but never fail to make an attempt <br />& <br />CHOOSE not to accept the false boundaries and limitations created by the past...</p> Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-86325165517627290182009-03-17T11:02:00.001-07:002009-03-17T11:04:43.924-07:00What to seeā¦?<p>Courtesy: Ctrl+c + Ctrl+v from <a href="http://www.smartmarriages.com/marriage.quotes.html" target="_blank">Here</a>.</p> <p>Diane, <br />A woman in my online group was being very negative about her husband and the <br />group leader told her to try to think of some positives, even if it were <br />difficult. This is what she came up with. I thought it was touching. I <br />just wanted you to see it. <br />- - - - - - - - - <br />He was very helpful in the kitchen. He usually got home from work around 3 PM, and he usually made dinner for the family. I don't get home until around 5 PM. </p> <p>He did all the yard work, took care of all car maintenance, always <br />called me if he was going to be late, instilled complete trust, did the <br />lion's share of bill paying because I hate to write due to carpal tunnel <br />syndrome, balanced the checkbook, fixed the toilet when it would break (regularly), painted the outside of the house.</p> <p>He usually remembered to put the toilet seat and lid down. He vacuumed occasionally. He spent lots of time with the kids. He bought advent calendars with chocolate behind each day for the kids every Christmas season. He laughed and joked a lot, and didn't like to be serious. </p> <p>He told me when I looked good. He learned to enjoy horses because our girls and I loved to ride.</p> <p>He was willing to try new dishes I prepared. He loved my lasagna. He went to church with the family every Sunday, even though he had trouble staying awake during preaching. </p> <p>Although he doesn't like classical music, he went to almost every concert our daughters played in when they were in youth <br />symphony (4 years for one and 6 years for the other).</p> <p>He held my hand through 3 labors and deliveries, and whispered in my ear to encourage me. He lovingly dressed an open wound for me after surgery for a breast abscess after the birth of our 3rd. </p> <p>Four years later, he stood beside my bed as I was being wheeled to surgery to remove a breast due to cancer, and tears filled his eyes as they did mine. That was in 1989.</p> <p>He walked the floor for hours at night with a sleepless, cranky child. He spooned cereal and baby food into little mouths, and endured spit-up and baby poop on his clothing. He helped me take care of my mother as she was dying of cancer.</p> <p>Is this what you mean, JJ? It was difficult to get started, but look what I accomplished! I also have a huge lump in my throat and tears in my eyes right now. He was a fantastic husband! My sister told me he "adored" me, and I guess that's correct for a lot of the 26 years we have been married. <br /><strong>--Unknown</strong></p> Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-33593510844552739022009-01-09T13:40:00.000-08:002011-06-21T18:33:06.313-07:00What Goes Around, Comes Around<div><p>His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.<br />The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life." "No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.<br />At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.<br />Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.<br />Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin. The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.<br />His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.<br />Someone once said: "What goes around comes around."<br />Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching. Sing like nobody's listening. Live like it's Heaven on Earth. </div></p>
</div>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-40282349602977367292009-01-09T12:35:00.000-08:002009-01-09T12:41:09.865-08:00Balance of LifeMary and Susan were friends for years. They grew up together and attended the same schools. They were now both in their 40's, and both had great careers. They both had a similar upbringing - same education, same family values, similar support and financial position. But there was one main difference. Mary never seemed to have enough time. She watched her lifelong friend Susan. She had similar responsibilities and interests. Susan had a career, she had three children, and she had her hobbies, one of which included golf. Over lunch, Susan was telling Mary about the golf game that she played last weekend.<br /><br />"Susan, where do you find the time to play golf?" asked Mary. "I never seem to have the time, now with the children older and doing their own thing I thought I would have time to play golf like we did when we were in college."<br />Susan looked at Mary and laughed, "Mary, we both have the same hours in a day. You do have the time to play golf!"<br /><br />With a sigh Mary replied, "That's easy for you to say. I never seem to have time. My work takes so much of my time. I am in the office at 7:30; I leave at 6:30 in the evening. By the time I get home and have dinner, it is 8:00! And, then I usually have a briefcase full of work. The weekends are full of more work. Just to keep up, I have to put in the hours. You know what it is like!"<br /><br />"Of course, I know what it is like," Mary said. "But what would happen tomorrow if you got sick? Who would do the work?"<br /><br />"Sick. Who has time to get sick! Exclaimed Mary. "But if I did get sick, someone else would do the work, I suppose."<br /><br />"You know something, Mary, I used to be like you. I worked night and day and of course on weekends. When I got home I was exhausted but I would push myself and read my children a bedtime story. By the time I went to bed, I would be more than exhausted. The boss I had was very demanding. She was there early in the morning, late at night, and she always worked weekends. I felt I had to do the same - I needed the job to help support my family - just as you did. But then I had a change of bosses. The man I worked for was older and much wiser, I might add! Of course, I continued to work the hours I had been working. One day he came to my desk and passed me a card that had a quote on it which said, 'What I do today is important, because I will never have today again' - and then he left.<br />I sat there stunned. I suddenly thought of what was important to me. While my work was important, I realized my children were more important. I also realized that time for me was important. It was 4:30, the official closing time of the office. I straightened my desk, felt a twinge of guilt about leaving, but I forced myself to leave. I was home by 5:00.My children and husband were surprised. I had a wonderful evening. It was not a chore to read that bedtime story that evening."<br /><br />Mary was looking at her friend thoughtfully and then questioned Susan about the work she had left on her desk.<br />Susan replied, "I never thought this possible, but I actually accomplished more the next day then I had in weeks. As I was leaving the next day I stopped at my new boss's office and thanked him for the quote. He told me a story about advice his dad had given him many years ago when he was working night and day. He referred to it as 'Balance of Life'. His dad told him to keep balance in his work, in his family life and in time for himself. He explained to me, while all aspects of our life are important, without a balance, you become addicted and like all addictions you lose-<br /><br />- no balance with your family - you lose them<br /><br />- no balance with your work - you lose your perspective and you actually lose focus on the important aspects of<br />Your job.<br /><br />- No balance with yourself - you forget who you are and when you retire you have nothing! Or worse than that, if you lose your job through a company sale or downsizing you lose your identity.<br /><br />He went on to tell me that who we are is NOT what we do to make a living. Who we are is a balance of our family, our work, ourselves! It truly was the best advice I ever received."<br /><br />Mary took a drink of her tea and tearfully looked at her friend, "But I would never get my work done if I left at 4:30!"<br /><br />Susan looked thoughtfully at her, "When you go to work on Monday, look at what you have on your desk. Make a list of everything you have to get done and beside that list write the impact of not doing it. Then focus only on the top three items that have the most impact. Do that every day for a week. At first, you will find it difficult to leave. But, after a while, you will find that you will have more energy, and you will be more focused in your work because you have BALANCE! There are times when we have to lose balance - a special project at work, or a family matter at home - but consciously focusing on balance keeps everything in check."<br /><br />Mary smiled at her friend, "Thanks for talking with me. We have been friends for so long. Thank heavens I have balance with your friendship! You have convinced me. I will leave the work in my briefcase this weekend. On Monday, I will make the list first thing. Perhaps next weekend, I will have the time to go golfing with you!"<br />"Balance of Life" - important for us ALL!Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011881710192779004.post-3012360099785772342008-12-16T09:10:00.001-08:002008-12-16T09:11:18.340-08:00Weakness<p>The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the water close to Japan has not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring the fish. If the return trip took more time, the fish were not fresh. To solve this problem, fish companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen fish. And they did not like the taste of frozen fish.<br />The frozen fish brought a lower price. So, fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, they were tired, dull, and lost their fresh-fish taste. The fishing industry faced an impending crisis! But today, they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan. How did they manage? To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks but with a small shark.<br />The fish are challenged and hence are constantly on the move. The challenge they face keeps them alive and fresh!<br />Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired and dull? Basically in our lives, sharks are new challenges to keep us activeą„¤ If you are steadily conquering challenges, you are happy. Your challenges keep you energized. Don't create success and revel in it in a state of inertia. You have the resources, skills and abilities to make a difference. Put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go!</p><p></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;">"Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character"</span> - Albert Einstein. </p>Sankarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834361709388205876noreply@blogger.com