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EIGHT LIES OF MOTHER

December 16th, 2011
EIGHT LIES OF MOTHER


The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor family. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say “Eat this rice, son. I’m not hungry”.
 That was Mother’s First Lie. 


When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her spare time for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fishes she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my growth. After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish soup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat 
the rest meat of fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I ate. My heart was touched when I saw it. I then used my chopstick and gave the other fish to her. But she immediately refused it and said “Eat this fish, son. I don’t really like fish.” 
That was Mother’s Second Lie. 


Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went to an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As the winter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awoke, supported by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she continued the work of sticking some used-matches box. I said, “Mother, go to sleep, it’s late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work.” Mother smiled 
and said “Go to sleep, dear. I’m not tired.” 
That was Mother’s Third Lie
.


At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in order to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the sun was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for me under the heat of the sun’s shine for several hours. As the bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared before in a cold bottle. The very thick 
tea was not as thick as my mother’s love, which was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said “Drink, son. I’m not thirsty!”. 
 That was Mother’s Fourth Lie. 


After the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to play her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to fund our needs alone. Our family’s life was more complicated. No days without sufferance. Seeing our family’s condition that was getting worse, there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us, either in a big problem and a small problem. 

Our other neighbors who lived next to us saw that our family’s life was so unfortunate, they often advised my mother to marry again. But mother, who was stubborn, didn’t care to their advice, she said “I don’t need love.” 
That was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for my old mother to retire. But she didn’t want to; she was sincere to go to the marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money to help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for not accepting the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said “I have enough money.” 
That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to Master Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company through a scholarship program, from a famous University in America. I finally worked in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intended to take my mother to enjoy her life in America. But my lovely mother didn’t want to bother her son, she said to me “I’m not used to.” 
That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.

After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on her bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face; even it looked so stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear enough to see how the disease broke my mother’s body, thus she looked so weak and thin. I stared at my mother within tears flowing on my face. My heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother on that condition. But mother, with her strength, said “Don’t cry,  my dear. I’m not in pain.” 
That was Mother’s Eight Lie.

After saying her eighth lie, my dearest mother closed her eyes forever
 

 


ANGELS AROUND US IS M - O - T - H - E -R

  M - O - T - H - E - R
 M” is for the million things she gave me,
 O” means only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her heart of purest gold;
“E” is for her eyes, with love-light shining, 
“R” means right, and right she’ll always be,
  Put them all together, they spell
         ”MOTHER,”
    
 A word that means the world to me

For those who are lucky to still be blessed with your Mom this is beautiful. For those who aren’t, this is even more beautiful.


WE  LOVE YOU MOM

                        

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Inspiration - A good story !!!

October 27th, 2011

Inspiration - A good story !!!

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http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:0w2M8UC5R2RZIM:http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/carpentr.gifYour life today is the result of your attitudes and choices in the past…”

This is a story of an elderly carpenter who had been working for a contractor for the past 53 years. He had built many beautiful houses but now as he was getting old, he wanted to retire and lead a leisurely life with his family. So, he goes to the contractor and tells him about his plan of retiring. The contractor feels sad at the prospect of losing a good worker but agrees to the plan because the carpenter had indeed become too fragile for the tough building work. But as a last request, he asks the old carpenter to construct just one last house.


The old man agrees and starts working but his heart was not in his work anymore. He had lost the motivation towards work. So, he resorted to shoddy workmanship and constructed the house half-heartedly. After the house was built, the contractor came to visit his employee’s last piece of work. After inspecting the house, he handed over the front door keys to the carpenter and said, “This is your new house. My gift to you.” The carpenter was shocked and upset. Had he known that he was building his own house, he would have done a better job!”.


Think of ourselves as the carpenter. Though we work hard every day, we put our least to some work, which we don’t like and get shocked at a situation we have created for ourselves and try to figure out why we didn’t do it differently.

 

Learn to enjoy your responsibilities with pleasure and not with pain. “Life is a do-it-yourself project”. Do your job enthusiastically and with devotion, a positive output and a pleasing life will certainly be on your way.

 


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MOTHER

October 16th, 2011

MOTHER

After
29 years of marriage, I discovered a new way of keeping alive the spark
of love. A little while ago I had started to go out with another woman.
It was really my wife’s idea. “I know that you love her,” she said one
day, taking me by surprise. “But I love YOU,” I protested. “I know, but
you also love her.” 



The
other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my mother, who has been
a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children
had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night
I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. 


“What’s
wrong, are you well?” she asked. My mother is the type of woman who
suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign
of bad news. 


“I thought that it would be pleasant to pass some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.” 
 
She thought about it for a moment then said “I would like that very much.” 

That
Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be
nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She
had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to
celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was
as radiant as an angel’s..


“I
told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were
impressed,” she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear
about our meeting”. 


We
went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and
cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat
down, I had to read the menu to her. Her eyes could only read large
print. Half way through the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom
sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. “It was
I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said.
“Then it’s time for you to relax and let me return the favor,” I
responded.


During
the dinner we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary -
but catching up on recent events of each others lives.We talked so
much that we missed the m
ovie. 




As we arrived at her house later, she said “I’ll go out with you again,but only if you let me invite you”. I agreed. 

“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. 

“Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered. 

A
few days later my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so
suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her. 


Some
time later I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt
from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: ”I
paid this bill in advance. I was almost sure that I couldn’t be there
but, nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other
for your wife. You will never know what that night meant to me. I love
you.”


At that moment I understood the importance of saying, in time: “I LOVE YOU” and giving our loved ones the time that they deserve. 

Nothing
in life is more important than God and your family and friends. Give
them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off ’til
some other time”.


Someone
once said “I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your
parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I think
this is true with your in-laws, grandchildren, sister
 s,
brothers and your friends. Anyone that means something to you–you
should spend time with them and let them know how much they mean to you
as often as you can.




Please pass this along to your friends and family.



Touch their hearts. I am glad that you are my friend.

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!

Hippopotamus & Tortoise - Love

October 16th, 2011


Hippopotamus & Tortoise - Love

Animal Love

A baby Hippopotamus that survived the tsunami waves on the Kenyan coast has formed a strong bond with a giant male century-old tortoise, in an animal facility in the port city of Mombassa , officials The hippopotamus, nicknamed Owen and weighing about 300 kilograms (650 pounds), was swept down Sabaki River into the Indian Ocean , then forced back to shore when tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast on December 26, before wildlife rangers rescued him.

“It is incredible. A-less-than-a-year-old hippo has adopted a male tortoise, about a century old, and the tortoise seems to be very happy with being a ‘mother’,” ecologist Paula Kahumbu, who is in charge of Lafarge Park , told AFP.

“After it was swept and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother. Fortunately, it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. They swim, eat and sleep together,” the ecologist added. “The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it follows its mother. If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother,” Kahumbu added

“The hippo is a young baby, he was left at a very tender age and by nature, hippos are social animals that like to stay with their mothers for four years,” he explained.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

This is a real story that shows that our differences don’t matter much when we need the comfort of another. We could all learn a lesson from these two creatures of God, Look beyond the differences and find a way to walk the path together.

Unconditional Love - motivating story

October 16th, 2011

Unconditional Love - motivating story

            A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.
“Mom and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring home with me.”
 
           ”Sure,” they replied, “we’d love to meet him.”
 
           “There’s something you should know the son continued, “he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.”
 
           “I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.”
 
           “No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.”
          
           ”Son,” said the father, “you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own.”
 
             At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
 
              The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don’t like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren’t as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.Thankfully, there’s someone who won’t treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

Scattered papers

September 14th, 2011

Scattered papers


Once upon a time an old man spread rumors that his neighbor was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proven innocent. After been released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him. 

In court the old man told the Judge: ‘They were just comments, didn’t harm anyone.. 

The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man: ‘Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.’ 

The next day, the judge told the old man: ‘Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.’

The old man said: ‘I can’t do that! The wind spread them and I won’t know where to find them.‘   

The judge then replied: ‘The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it. If you can’t speak well of someone, rather don’t say anything.

Let’s all be masters of our mouths, so that we won’t be slaves of our words.’




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500 RUPEES AN HOUR

September 14th, 2011

500 RUPEES AN HOUR

Sometimes the demands of our working lives becomes overbearing and makes us forget what truly matters. Isn’t it? Just read this story to find out.
An office worker named Ramesh came home from his demanding job at a late hour, feeling very tired. All he wanted to do is rest from the grueling day; but on going inside the home he finds his 7-year-old son, Gopal, waiting for him. Ramesh sees the look in Gopal’s eyes and knows that his son wants his attention – but he just does not have the energy. 
Gopal says to his father “Daddy, may I ask you a question.” Ramesh parries this as he is feeling very thirsty after a long journey home, “Hold on, I want to get a drink” but his son ignores this and asks “Dad, how much money do you make in an hour?” 
Ramesh feels rather put out at this strange question and answers gruffly, “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” But Gopal is not to be put off and continues “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
Ramesh manages a quick answer between gulping down some water, “I make Rs. 500 an hour.”
“Oh”, the little boy replies, with his head down. Looking up, he says, “Dad, may I please borrow Rs. 300?” 
Ramesh becomes irritated at this untimely request when all he wants to do is put his feet up and watch TV, “I told you so many times that we are not going to have a dog and 500 rupees is far too less to buy one anyway – now get to bed! Why are you being so selfish? Do you think I have time to walk a dog when I am working so hard to keep everything going?” Gopal is a little shaken at his father’s outburst and so goes to his room and has a little cry.

Ramesh sits down, relaxes and watches TV and gradually gets into a better mood. After about an hour or so, he feels calmer and a little guilty as he turns to thinking about his son “Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 - and he really does not ask for money very often!”

So he goes to the door of the boy’s room and asks “Are you asleep Gopal?” 
“No Daddy, I’m awake.” He goes in and says, 

”Hey look, I was feeling so tired from work and I should not have shouted at you. What do you need that 300 rupees for?”
Gopal sits up from bed and smiles at his father “Oh thank you dad!” Then, reaching under his pillow he pulls out some crumpled up notes.. “Why do you want money if you already have some?” the father grumbles wondering what this is all about and wanting to go back to his TV.

The son slowly counts out his money and then, looks up at his father “Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do. Daddy, I now have Rs. 500. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow because I want to have dinner with you.” 
Ramesh feels a stab in his heart and tears come to his eyes. He thinks of all the time he gives to his work – but how much to his little boy - and when was the last time they had a family meal.
“Gopal” he says feeling moved, “Tomorrow, when I come home we will have dinner together, me, your Mother and you. And yes, we can talk about getting that dog as well.”
This story is just a short reminder to all of us working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some quality time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family and friends that we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
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“Parents must learn how to love their children. Whenever they go astray parents should immediately correct their faults. Parents today lavish too much affection on their children. Affection alone is not enough. There should be control over the children as well. There should be both love and law; only then will the love prove beneficial. The obligations of parents do not end with providing food, schooling and the knowledge of worldly matters. The children should also be provided with right values.” (Gems of Wisdom, p. 215)

“The father must encourage the son more by example than by precept.”(Gems of Wisdom, p. 213)



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A Small Story…

September 14th, 2011

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A Small Story… 


A boy and a girl were playing together. The boy had a collection of marbles. The girl had some sweets with her. The boy told the girl that he will give her all his marbles in exchange for her sweets. The girl agreed.


The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.


That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.



Moral of the story: If you don’t give your 100 % in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her 100 %.



This proves to be true for any relationship like Friendship, marital relationship, love relationship, and 

all relationships in office created by work structures, So give 100 % to every thing you do and 

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THE ANT & THE CONTACT LENS!!!

September 14th, 2011

THE ANT & THE CONTACT LENS!!! 
 
Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens . 
  
“Great”, she thought. “Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry.” 

She looked and looked, hoping that somehow the lens had landed on the ledge. But it just wasn’t there. 

She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that she may find her contact lens.
 

When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across the range of mountains. 


She thought, “Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me..” 

Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, “Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?” 

Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying it! 


 Brenda’s father was a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with the caption, “Lord, I don’t know why You want me to carry this thing. I can’t eat it, and it’s awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I’ll carry it for You.” 

I think it would do all of us some good to say, “God, I don’t know why You want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it’s awfully heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will.” 


God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
 

Sairam

The Empty Jar And 2 Cups of Coffee

September 14th, 2011

The Empty Jar And 2 Cups of Coffee 




When things in your life seem,  Almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours  in a day is not enough,  Remember the story of the empty jar and 2 cups of coffee. 
  
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some  items in front  of him. 
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar  and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. 
He then asked the students, If the jar was full. 
They agreed that it was. 

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. 
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.. 
He then asked  The students again If the jar was full.. 
They agreed it was. 

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.  Of course, the sand filled up everything else. 
He asked once more if the jar was full. 
The students responded with an unanimous ‘yes.’ 

The professor then produced  Two cups of coffee from under the table and  poured the entire contents  Into the jar, effectively 
Filling the Empty space between the sand. 
The students laughed. 

‘Now,’ said the professor,   As the laughter subsided, 
‘I want you to recognize that  This jar represents your life. 
The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, 
friends, and favorite passions ? things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full. 

The pebbles are the other things that matter Like your job, house, and car. 
The sand is everything else — The small stuff. 

‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’  He continued, ‘there is no room 
for the pebbles or the golf balls…. The same goes for life. 

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. 

So… 
  
Pay attention to the things   That are critical to your happiness. 
Play With your children. 
Take time to get medical checkups. 
Take your partner out to dinner. 

There will always be time  To clean the house and fix the disposal. 

‘Take care of the golf balls first — The things that really matter. 
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’ 
  
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. 

The professor smiled. 
‘I’m glad you asked’. 

It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life  may seem, there’s always room for a cup of coffee with a friend..’ 



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