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...
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.
Dear Mr. Prime ministerI am a typical mouse from Mumbai. In the local train compartment whichhas capacity of 100 persons, I travel with 500 more mouse. Mouse atleast squeak but we don't even do that.Today I heard your speech. In which you said 'NO BODY WOULD BESPARED'. I would like to remind you that fourteen years has passedsince serial bomb blast in Mumbai took place. Dawood was the mainconspirator. Till today he is not caught. All our bolywood actors, ourbuilders, our Gutka king meets him but your Government can not catchhim. Reason is simple; all your ministers are hand in glove with him.If any attempt is made to catch him everybody will be exposed. Yourstatement 'NOBODY WOULD BE SPARED' is nothing but a cruel joke on thisunfortunate people of India.Enough is enough. As such after seeing terrorist attack carried out byabout a dozen young boys I realize that if same thing continues daysare not away when terrorist will attack by air, destroy our nuclearreactor and there will be one more Hiroshima.We the people are left with only one mantra. Womb to Bomb to Tomb. Youpromised Mumbaikar Shanghai what you have given us is Jalianwala Baug.Today only your home minister resigned. What took you so long to kickout this joker? Only reason was that he was loyal to Gandhi family.Loyalty to Gandhi family is more important than blood of innocentpeople, isn't it?I am born and bought up in Mumbai for last fifty eight years. Believeme corruption in Maharashtra is worse than that in Bihar. Look at allthe politician, Sharad Pawar, Chagan Bhujbal, Narayan Rane, BalThackray , Gopinath Munde, Raj Thackray, Vilasrao Deshmukh all arerolling in money. Vilasrao Deshmukh is one of the worst Chiefminister I have seen. His only business is to increase the FSI everyother day, make money and send it to Delhi so Congress can fight nextelection. Now the clown has found new way and will increase FSI forfisherman so they can build concrete house right on sea shore. Nexttime terrorist can comfortably live in those house , enjoy the beautyof sea and then attack the Mumbai at their will.Recently I had to purchase house in Mumbai. I met about two dozenbuilders. Everybody wanted about 30% in black. A common person like meknows this and with all your intelligent agency & CBI you and yourfinance minister are not aware of it. Where all the black money goes?To the underworld isn't it? Our politicians take help of these goondasto vacate people by force. I myself was victim of it. If you have timeplease come to me, I will tell you everything.If this has been land of fools, idiots then I would not have evercared to write you this letter. Just see the tragedy, on one side weare reaching moon, people are so intelligent and on other side youpolitician has converted nectar into deadly poison. I am everythingHindu, Muslim, Christian, Schedule caste, OBC, Muslim OBC, ChristianSchedule caste, Creamy Schedule caste only what I am not is INDIAN.You politician have raped every part of mother India by your policy ofdivide and rule.Take example of former president Abdul Kalam. Such a intelligentperson, such a fine human being. You politician didn't even spare him. Your party along with opposition joined the hands, because politicianfeels they are supreme and there is no place for good person.Dear Mr Prime minister you are one of the most intelligent person,most learned person. Just wake up, be a real SARDAR. First andforemost expose all selfish politician. Ask Swiss bank to give name ofall Indian account holder. Give reins of CBI to independent agency.Let them find wolf among us. There will be political upheaval but thatwill better than dance of death which we are witnessing every day.Just give us ambient where we can work honestly and without fear. Letthere be rule of law. Everything else will be taken care of.Choice is yours Mr. Prime Minister. Do you want to be lead by oneperson or you want to lead the nation of 100 Crore people?
An Olympic shooterwins Gold (Only a game) & Government gives him3 Crores. 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!!!!!!!!!!!!!