LiFe......
:)
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
My Goddess....!!!
She is my first Love.....
Who cares for me From dawn to dusk...
She Loves me to the core...
With out her...am a LIFELESS TOY...
She is my first Teacher...
who strives day and night...
To teach me the values...
of LIFE...
She is my first Friend....
Who listens all my....
silly talks...twenty four
Hours....
She taught me the..
Real value...of Friendship...!!
SHE IS NONE OTHER THAN MY MOTHER...!!
[Dedicated to all mothers...:)]
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Excellence...:)
A German once visited a temple under construction where he saw 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?"
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."
The desire to excel is exclusive of the fact whether someone else appreciates it or not. "Excellence" is a drive from inside, not outside. Excellence is not for someone else to notice but for your own satisfaction and efficiency...
Friday, March 6, 2009
The heart warming story...one must read:)
One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in
'Kargil' war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature.
The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless .
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Sanjay's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Sanjay talked about you a lot..'
After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.
'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without
looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him..
'Thank you so much for doing that,' Sanjay's mother said. 'As you can see, Sanjay treasured it.'
All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'
Prithwiraj's wife said, ' Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Rashmi said. 'It's in my diary'
Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and
frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Deepali said and without banttig an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Saturday, December 27, 2008
LETTER TO PRIMEMINISTER
LET US THINK FOR A MINUTE WHERE WE ARE AND WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Another Shooter dies, fighting with terrorists (Saving our country and our live) & government pays his family 5 lakhs.
1. Do not worry about those who have come thru boats...
Our forces can easily defeat them.
WORRY about those who have come thru votes....
Those are our REAL ENEMIES....
2. What a shame and disgrace to every citizen of India that the elite
NSG Force was transported into ordinary BEST buses, whereas our
cricketers are transported into state of the art luxury buses, these
Jawans lay down their lives to protect every Indian and these cricketers
get paid even if they lose a match, we worship these cricketers and
forget the martyrdom of these brave Jawans.
The Jawans should be paid the salaries of the cricketers and the
cricketers should be paid the salaries of the Jawans.
3. An ace shooter shoots and gets gold medal, govt gives 3cr, another
shooter dies while shooting terrorist, govt gives 5 lakh.
WHO DESERVES MORE? Huh.. This is our India....
THINK ABOUT IT!!
Really great!!!!!!!!!!! Hats off to India!!!!!!!!!!!!!