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A Nice Article about Love Give and don’t expect. Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!!
-by Swami Vivekananda
Advise, but don’t order.
Ask, but never demand.
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– February 18, 2009
There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are forgiven.
Thought for the day and every day thereafter?
He’s just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave Of you.
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– February 18, 2009
Once upon a time there lived a bear in a cave deep in the woods. Nearby was a meadow in which a farmer kept his cattle — and one large, ferocious-looking bull. Each day the bear hid at the edge of the woods, watching the bull.
The bear was known as the strongest, most fierce creature for miles around. No other beast in the forest dared to tangle with him. As the bear watched the bull peacefully gazing, he wondered which one of them would win a test of strength. He thought about this for many days. Then one morning he decided to challenge the bull to a fight to the finish.
The bull had just chomped down on a fresh clump of clover when he looked up and saw the bear barreling across the meadow toward him. He stopped chewing. The red flag of danger popped up in his head. The bear skidded to a halt in front of him.
The bull lowered his head menacingly, his sharp horns aimed right for the bear’s throat. For long moments they stood in place — eyeball to eyeball — neither one of them moving. Finally the bull grew tired of the stare-down and asked, “What do you want, Bear?”
“I want to fight you,” growled the bear.
“Why?” asked the bull.
“Because, I want to prove that I am a stronger and better fighter than you are.”
The bull laughed. “I thought you really wanted something. You can’t possibly win against me. I have sharp horns that can cause terrible injuries.”
“And my claws are sharp and quick,” the bear shot back. “I have defeated many an enemy — anyone who would harm my cubs or take away my mate. I am the king of the forest!”
“Then go back to the forest,” the bull bluntly advised. “This is the meadow.”
The bear blinked in surprise. “I beg your pardon…”
“I mean, what’s the point of me fighting with you?” the bull asked. “What would that prove? We are not enemies. I have not harmed your cubs or taken your mate.”
“It would prove that I am the strongest.”
“Okay,” said the bull, smiling. “I’ll buy that. You are strongest. Now leave and let me graze in peace.”
“Just one cotton-pickin’ minute. What do you mean by that?” The bear raised a club-like paw. “I will tear you to shreds. Defend yourself.”
“What you do is up to you,” the bull answered calmly. “But if you do, what will all your friends — the ones who are watching us right now — think about you?”
“They will think that I am the strongest,” yelled the frustrated bear.
“I don’t think so. I do not choose to fight you just because you choose to fight with me. I would only fight to defend one of the cows in my care. If you attack one of them, then I’d be obliged to give you a good lashing.”
“I can’t attack them,” protested the bear. “They can’t fight back. There would be no victory to it.”
“Exactly,” answered the bull. “But what if you did? And what if I should try to defend them? What if something should happen to me? Who would protect them then? You? Would you trust me to protect your cubs if something happened to you? What would happen to your family if you lose the fight?”
“I never thought of that,” said the bear.
“Go back into the woods, Bear,” said the bull as he turned to walk away. “Live in peace. And I will stay in the meadow and do the same.”
The bear turned toward the woods. He had come spoiling for a fight — to prove which one was the strongest.
But he had learned an important lesson from a very wise bull. In peace, there are no losers.
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– November 22, 2008
A student asks a teacher, “What is love?”
The teacher said, “in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.
But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”
The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat, but he wonders….may be there is a bigger one later.
Then he saw another bigger one… But may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.
Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.
So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.
The teacher told him, “…this is love… You keep looking for a better one, but when later you realise, you have already miss the person….”
“What is marriage then?” the student asked.
The teacher said, “in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”
The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher.
The teacher told him, “this time you bring back a corn…. You look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get…. This is marriage.”*
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– November 22, 2008
Dil ne tera pyar per majbur mujh ko kardiya
Is jaha ki har khushi se dur mujh ko kardiya
Jis qadar chaha tha dil ne pass tere aane ko
Is qadar dunya ne tujh ko mujh se dur kardiya.
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Muskurane ki vajah kya jane hum
Hum to unki yaad ko tazaa karte hai.
Kambakth ye hasi bhi aisi hai ki
Unki judai mein bhi ro kar muskurati hai.
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Hakikat na puch mere fasane ki,
Tere jate hi badal gayee najar jamaane ki,
Log kahete hai ki khush hu mai,
Lekin meri to aadat hai gum me muskurane ki.
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Aap ki badd-dua bhi dua bann k lagi,
Aapke har gham ne bhi sukoon diya,
Hum zinda hai toh yeh jaankar k pyarse na sahi par,
Aapne hume yaad toh kiya
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– November 17, 2008
There was once a man who was very rich and very miserly at the same time. The villagers disliked him intensely. One day he said to them, “Either you’re jealous of me or you don’t understand my love of money-God alone knows. But you dislike me; that much I know. When I die, I won’t take anything with me. I will leave it all for others. I will make a will, and I will give everything to charity. Then everyone will be happy.”
Even then people mocked and laughed at him. The rich man said to them, “What is the matter with you? Can’t you wait a few years to see my money go to charity?”
The villagers didn’t believe him. He said, “Do you think I’m immortal? I’ll die like everyone else, and then my money will go to charities.” He couldn’t understand why they didn’t believe him.
One day he went for a walk. All of a sudden it started raining heavily, so he took shelter under a tree. Under this tree he saw a pig and a cow. The pig and the cow entered into conversation, and the man overheard what they were saying.
The pig said to the cow, “How is it that everybody appreciates you and nobody appreciates me? When I die, I provide people with bacon, ham and sausage. People can also use my bristles. I give three or four things, whereas you give only one thing: milk. Why do people appreciate you all the time and not me?”
The cow said to the pig, “Look, I give them milk while I’m alive. They see that I am generous with what I have. But you don’t give them anything while you’re alive. Only after you’re dead do you give ham, bacon and so forth. People don’t believe in the future; they believe in the present. If you give while you are alive, people will appreciate you. It is quite simple.”
From that moment on, the rich man gave all he had to the poor.
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– November 15, 2008