MOTHER
This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece. Please
read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in
Leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...
For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,
this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is
even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll love this.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. 'Is
this the long way?' she asked. And the guide said: 'Yes, and the way is hard
And you will be old before you reach the end of it.. But
the end will be better than the beginning.'
But the young mother was happy, and she would not
believe that anything could be better than these years. So she
played with her children, and gathered flowers for
them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and
the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,
'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.'
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was
dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother
drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said,
'Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.'
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and
the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary.
But at all times she said to the children,' A little patience and we are there.'
So the children climbed, and when they reached the top
they said, 'Mother, we would not have done it without you.'
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up
at the stars and said, 'This is a better day than the last, for my
children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage.
Today, I've given them strength.'
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened
the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children groped
and stumbled, and the mother said: 'Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.
' And the children looked and saw above the clouds
an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the
darkness. And that night the Mother said,
'This is the best day of all, for
I have shown my children God.'
And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and
the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with
courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her,
for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,
and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And
mother said, 'I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end
is better than the beginning, for my children can
walk alone, and their children after them.'
And the children said, 'You will always walk with us,
Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.'
And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates
closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see her
but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She
is a living presence.......'
Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper
of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand
on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives
inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love
and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can
separate you.
Not time, not space... not even death!
MAY WE NEVER TAKE OUR MOTHERS FOR GRANTED...
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Thursday, 9 December 2010
A Touching note from a policeman
A Touching Note from a Policeman
Sanjay, a rich guy, loved fast cars and he did have a few in his possession.
He loved to speed and could not be bothered about breaking speed limits.
Many a times he was caught by the cops and speed radars,
fined, but still he never bothered until.
One day as he was driving at a very high speed as usual, he saw a cop
following him.
The cop overtook him finally and asked him to stop and checked his license.
He then took out his pad and started Writing,
and then handed over the sheet of paper to Sanjay.
How much was this one going to cost ?!!!
Wait a minute.
What was this?Huh
Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket.
Sanjay began to read:
"Dear Sanjay,
Once upon a time I had a lovely daughter.
She was six when killed by a car.
You guessed it - a speeding driver's car.
A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free.
Free to hug his three daughters.
I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven,
before I can ever hug her again.
A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man.
A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did,
but I need to do it again. Even now.
Pray for me.. And be careful, Sanjay, my son is all I have left."
Sanjay turned around in time to see the cop's car pull away and
head down the road.
He watched until it disappeared.
A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home,
praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle it with care.
Sanjay, a rich guy, loved fast cars and he did have a few in his possession.
He loved to speed and could not be bothered about breaking speed limits.
Many a times he was caught by the cops and speed radars,
fined, but still he never bothered until.
One day as he was driving at a very high speed as usual, he saw a cop
following him.
The cop overtook him finally and asked him to stop and checked his license.
He then took out his pad and started Writing,
and then handed over the sheet of paper to Sanjay.
How much was this one going to cost ?!!!
Wait a minute.
What was this?Huh
Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket.
Sanjay began to read:
"Dear Sanjay,
Once upon a time I had a lovely daughter.
She was six when killed by a car.
You guessed it - a speeding driver's car.
A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free.
Free to hug his three daughters.
I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until Heaven,
before I can ever hug her again.
A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man.
A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did,
but I need to do it again. Even now.
Pray for me.. And be careful, Sanjay, my son is all I have left."
Sanjay turned around in time to see the cop's car pull away and
head down the road.
He watched until it disappeared.
A full 15 minutes later, he too, pulled away and drove slowly home,
praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.
Life is precious. Handle it with care.
A wonderful story of a little daughter
This is something really I feel everyone needs to read and think over it. Pls read till end, I know it is little lengthy; but at the end, you will agree that you have not wasted the time.
A Wonderful Story of a little daughter…
‘You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given…. ……Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh………… Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh .’- what!!
I woke up from a sudden jerk. ‘Raaajeeessshhh….’…I heard my wife yelling. What’s wrong her?
Always yelling for something or the other. I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. ‘Raaajesssh….’ ‘Coming Meera..what’s wrong with you. Why are you shouting like this..’.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala.
Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife & daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?
‘Meera…’ ‘Yeah Rajesh…’ ‘You called me. In fact yelled.’
‘Yes. You are right!’
‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’
‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’
I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’
‘Rajesh, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘
‘27th..What 27th?
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’
Meera gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’
‘Whaattttttt? ???….Anniversaryyyy y???…..’
Got it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward & say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’ Meera doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
’Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..
‘Rajesh..You don’t remember at all?’ I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.
'Rajesh, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
‘at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’
‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’
Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. What ever!!
'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Rajesh. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY' ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but. ..'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No…actually..what. .I am saying is..'
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that’s not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I need to drop my daughter at school and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here & there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is Zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.
‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
‘Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come. She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’
‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is ‘Honey dew’
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’. Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, Zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and balloons for her and Zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?’
‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.
‘Yes sweetz’
‘Thank you Daddy!’ – Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’ has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson. I called my
manager & told that I really need to spend some urgent time with my daughter at her school, and can’t come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. He understood that today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
A Wonderful Story of a little daughter…
‘You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given…. ……Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh………… Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh .’- what!!
I woke up from a sudden jerk. ‘Raaajeeessshhh….’…I heard my wife yelling. What’s wrong her?
Always yelling for something or the other. I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. ‘Raaajesssh….’ ‘Coming Meera..what’s wrong with you. Why are you shouting like this..’.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala.
Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife & daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?
‘Meera…’ ‘Yeah Rajesh…’ ‘You called me. In fact yelled.’
‘Yes. You are right!’
‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’
‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’
I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’
‘Rajesh, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘
‘27th..What 27th?
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’
Meera gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’
‘Whaattttttt? ???….Anniversaryyyy y???…..’
Got it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward & say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’ Meera doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
’Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..
‘Rajesh..You don’t remember at all?’ I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.
'Rajesh, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
‘at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’
‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’
Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. What ever!!
'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Rajesh. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY' ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but. ..'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No…actually..what. .I am saying is..'
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that’s not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I need to drop my daughter at school and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here & there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is Zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.
‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
‘Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come. She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’
‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is ‘Honey dew’
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’. Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, Zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and balloons for her and Zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?’
‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.
‘Yes sweetz’
‘Thank you Daddy!’ – Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’ has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson. I called my
manager & told that I really need to spend some urgent time with my daughter at her school, and can’t come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. He understood that today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
Sunday, 24 October 2010
Strength.........A must Read Poem
I asked for Strength.... .....
And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom...... ...
And God gave me Problems to solve.
I asked for Prosperity.. .......
And God gave me Brain and Brawn to work.
I asked for Courage..... ....
And God gave me Danger to overcome.
I asked for Love........ .
And God gave me Troubled people to help.
I asked for Favors...... ...
And God gave me Opportunities.
I received nothing I wanted ........
I received everything I needed!
Sunday, 17 October 2010
Women
I was born, a woman was there to hold me...MY MOTHER
I grew as a child, a woman was there to care for me, to play with me...MY SISTER
I went to school, a woman was there to help me learn...MY TEACHER
I became depress, whenever I lost, a woman was there to offer a shoulder...MY WIFE
I became tough, a woman was there to melt me...MY DAUGHTER
I am dying, a woman is there to absorb me...MY MOTHERLAND
all men should be thankful to women.THANKS WOMAN...
I grew as a child, a woman was there to care for me, to play with me...MY SISTER
I went to school, a woman was there to help me learn...MY TEACHER
I became depress, whenever I lost, a woman was there to offer a shoulder...MY WIFE
I became tough, a woman was there to melt me...MY DAUGHTER
I am dying, a woman is there to absorb me...MY MOTHERLAND
all men should be thankful to women.THANKS WOMAN...
Saturday, 16 October 2010
God--An Experience
I want to share one experience. I am a strong god believer but i never go to temple or bribe god by saying that will give this and that if such a thing happens.
So, Let me say. It was in 2006. I was working with one leading publishers in Kottayam in the HR and Personnel Department, but really fed up with the lots of works, partiality of the management and low salary and the employers rough attitude towards ladies.
Though, I prayed to god to give me something better, it never happened, instead day by day, i was given lots of works only. I found it too difficult to handle the statutory compliances, attendance, payroll of more than 500 persons alone. But then with the god given strength, i somehow done it.
Then, it was on March 26th that i saw a man who don't know any work, just jogging about in the office and much junior to me was given a very high salary hike. This really brought tears in my eyes. But then nothing can be done. With hope, sitting there, i prayed to God, but not the usual one, i just prayed, next month my birthday comes, and on that day, i should give my resignation.
Days passed by, many many applications were sent but no response. But everyday i talked to God, as i was talking to a friend, i just told him,see your time ends here, just prove-- like that.
But on, April 23rd night, ,i received a call from a highly reputed company, to attend for a interview at their place on 25th.I went to the interview, attednded it. Then on my way back, i received the second call from them to attend the second interveiw on 27th. I went there, nothing to speak, they just asked me the salary part. They quickly agreed to my part, gave me the offer letter within an hour. See, on that day, afternoon, i went the office and submitted my resignation and then joined in the new company from may 22nd.
It was my birthday on Apr 27th. Now, God gave me, what i asked, but he gave it to me only when he felt that i was needy, what i asked with real tears in my eyes. Now, one more thing, now only i came to understand that why god gave me such a work load at that place, it is because he was giving me knowledge and strength to handle statutory compliance, because he had some plans for me, which i was not aware of. See, when i left that company, many a people contacted me for statutory doubts, and even from the company, where i left they contacted me for preparing annual returns. So, then, I thought, why cannot i make it my own, now with proud let me tell you, alone i am handling the payroll of more than 50 companies and as far as known, the one and only lady consultant.
So, now this is the professional part. But let me say a small incident and stop. One day, my 12 year girl fell down and broke her knee, i was alone at that time, i took her to the nearby medical college, there they took her x-ray and told there is a fracture, so, plastering is to be done. So, i was totally alone, i have to go to get the plaster,do many a things, and i cannot take her also with me. Then, from nowhere a man appeared and told me that he is my mother's friend and he just came to visit a distant relative, and said to me you go and do all things, i will be with her, with the help of that good man, i purchased plaster, phoned my husband, (at that time, mobile was not so popular, and then i have to go out to make a call) then till the time of plastering he was there, but when my husband and father came, he was nowhere to be seen, and infact , i was not been able to say a thanks. But the funniest part is that when i asked my mother, she don't know any person by this name.
So, if you call god, god is there, but will not be with you, until you call him with real tears and then chat with god as if to a friend, he is having plans for us which we don't even dreamt of .
So, Let me say. It was in 2006. I was working with one leading publishers in Kottayam in the HR and Personnel Department, but really fed up with the lots of works, partiality of the management and low salary and the employers rough attitude towards ladies.
Though, I prayed to god to give me something better, it never happened, instead day by day, i was given lots of works only. I found it too difficult to handle the statutory compliances, attendance, payroll of more than 500 persons alone. But then with the god given strength, i somehow done it.
Then, it was on March 26th that i saw a man who don't know any work, just jogging about in the office and much junior to me was given a very high salary hike. This really brought tears in my eyes. But then nothing can be done. With hope, sitting there, i prayed to God, but not the usual one, i just prayed, next month my birthday comes, and on that day, i should give my resignation.
Days passed by, many many applications were sent but no response. But everyday i talked to God, as i was talking to a friend, i just told him,see your time ends here, just prove-- like that.
But on, April 23rd night, ,i received a call from a highly reputed company, to attend for a interview at their place on 25th.I went to the interview, attednded it. Then on my way back, i received the second call from them to attend the second interveiw on 27th. I went there, nothing to speak, they just asked me the salary part. They quickly agreed to my part, gave me the offer letter within an hour. See, on that day, afternoon, i went the office and submitted my resignation and then joined in the new company from may 22nd.
It was my birthday on Apr 27th. Now, God gave me, what i asked, but he gave it to me only when he felt that i was needy, what i asked with real tears in my eyes. Now, one more thing, now only i came to understand that why god gave me such a work load at that place, it is because he was giving me knowledge and strength to handle statutory compliance, because he had some plans for me, which i was not aware of. See, when i left that company, many a people contacted me for statutory doubts, and even from the company, where i left they contacted me for preparing annual returns. So, then, I thought, why cannot i make it my own, now with proud let me tell you, alone i am handling the payroll of more than 50 companies and as far as known, the one and only lady consultant.
So, now this is the professional part. But let me say a small incident and stop. One day, my 12 year girl fell down and broke her knee, i was alone at that time, i took her to the nearby medical college, there they took her x-ray and told there is a fracture, so, plastering is to be done. So, i was totally alone, i have to go to get the plaster,do many a things, and i cannot take her also with me. Then, from nowhere a man appeared and told me that he is my mother's friend and he just came to visit a distant relative, and said to me you go and do all things, i will be with her, with the help of that good man, i purchased plaster, phoned my husband, (at that time, mobile was not so popular, and then i have to go out to make a call) then till the time of plastering he was there, but when my husband and father came, he was nowhere to be seen, and infact , i was not been able to say a thanks. But the funniest part is that when i asked my mother, she don't know any person by this name.
So, if you call god, god is there, but will not be with you, until you call him with real tears and then chat with god as if to a friend, he is having plans for us which we don't even dreamt of .
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Wednesday, 13 October 2010
Girls Vs Women
Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans.
Women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits
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Girls want to control the man in their life.
Women know that if he's truly hers, he doesn't need controlling.
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Girls check you for not calling them.
women are too busy to realize you hadn't.
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Girls are afraid to be alone.
women revel in it-using it as a time for personal growth.
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Girls ignore the good guys.
Grown women ignore the bad guys.
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Girls make you come home.
women make you want to come home.
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Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man.
women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.
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Girls try to monopolize all their man's time ( I.e., don't want him hanging with his friends).
women realize that a lil' bit of space makes the 'together time' even more special-and goes to kick it with her own friends!
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Girls think a guy crying is weak.
women offer their shoulder and a tissue.
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Girls want to be spoiled and 'tell' their man so.
women 'show' him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate without fear of losing his 'manhood'.
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Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it.
women know that that was just one man.
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Girls fall in love and chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all 'signs'.
women know that sometimes the one you love, don't always love you back-and move on, without bitterness.
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Girls will read this and get an attitude.
women will read this and pass it on to other Grown women and their male friends".
Saturday, 9 October 2010
Women Are So Special
Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, "I'm tired, and it's
getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's
lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the
freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box
levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the
table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes
into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She
picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on
the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She
watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to
dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted
out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from
hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend,
addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the
grocery store. She put both near her bag.
Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night
Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth
and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said. She put some water into the dog's dish
and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and
the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and
turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw
some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation
with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next
day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her
6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and
visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV
and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed." And he
did...without another thought.
Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...?
'CAUSE THEY ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL.......
(and they can't die sooner, they still have things to do!!!!)
Send this to five phenomenal women today...they' ll love you for
it!
And Forward this to as many men as you can so that they know why
women are so special
.........!
God's very own creation!
getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's
lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the
freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box
levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the
table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning. She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes
into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She
picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on
the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She
watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to
dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted
out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from
hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend,
addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the
grocery store. She put both near her bag.
Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night
Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth
and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said. She put some water into the dog's dish
and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and
the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and
turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw
some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation
with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next
day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her
6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and
visualized the accomplishment of her goals.
About that time, Dad turned off the TV
and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed." And he
did...without another thought.
Anything extraordinary here? Wonder why women live longer...?
'CAUSE THEY ARE MADE FOR THE LONG HAUL.......
(and they can't die sooner, they still have things to do!!!!)
Send this to five phenomenal women today...they' ll love you for
it!
And Forward this to as many men as you can so that they know why
women are so special
.........! God's very own creation!
Strength of a Man and Beauty of a woman
Strength of a Man
The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.
It is seen in the width of his arms that encircle you.
The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
It is in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.
The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It is in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
It is in how tender he touches.
The strength of a man isn't how many women he's Loved by.
It is in how he can be true to one woman.
The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.
It is in the burdens he can understand and overcome.
Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears, The figure she
carries, Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman Must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, The place where love
resides.
The beauty of a woman Is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a
woman Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows,
The beauty of a woman With passing years-only grows.
Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman, but luckier is the
woman who is the last love of a man..
The strength of a man isn't seen in the width of his shoulders.
It is seen in the width of his arms that encircle you.
The strength of a man isn't in the deep tone of his voice.
It is in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn't how many buddies he has.
It is how good a buddy he is with his kids.
The strength of a man isn't in how respected he is at work.
It is in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man isn't in how hard he hits.
It is in how tender he touches.
The strength of a man isn't how many women he's Loved by.
It is in how he can be true to one woman.
The strength of a man isn't in the weight he can lift.
It is in the burdens he can understand and overcome.
Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears, The figure she
carries, Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman Must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, The place where love
resides.
The beauty of a woman Is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a
woman Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows,
The beauty of a woman With passing years-only grows.
Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman, but luckier is the
woman who is the last love of a man..
Mother's Love
When i drenched in the rain and came back Home,Different commments i heard.
Brother:Why didnt you took Umbrella with you?
Sister: Why didnt you wait till rains stopped?
Father: Only after you will get cold ,You will realize.
Mother dried my hair ,Kissed me and said " Stupid Rain"! thats Mom
Brother:Why didnt you took Umbrella with you?
Sister: Why didnt you wait till rains stopped?
Father: Only after you will get cold ,You will realize.
Mother dried my hair ,Kissed me and said " Stupid Rain"! thats Mom
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Short story with a beautiful message...
Here is a short story with a beautiful message...
Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'
The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'
'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.
'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.
'If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go.'
In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.
So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...
This message is too short.......but carries a lot of Feelings.
Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
'Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.'
The little girl said, 'No, Dad. You hold my hand.'
'What's the difference?' Asked the puzzled father.
'There's a big difference,' replied the little girl.
'If I hold your hand and something happens to me,
chances are that I may let your hand go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go.'
In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.
So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold yours...
This message is too short.......but carries a lot of Feelings.
It is not just a story......it is life
I am 40 years old, recently, I met with a accident
My father who is 75, took me to my workplace in his two wheeler, when we came back, It started raining before 10 mins to our destination
When it rained, he asked me to take an auto and go and that he will come when the rain is stopped, I just went, If it was he in my place, he would never have left me like that
or if it was me and my daughter, I would not have done like that......
Now, I feel guilty.......but what to do ?
I am 40 years old, recently, I met with a accident
My father who is 75, took me to my workplace in his two wheeler, when we came back, It started raining before 10 mins to our destination
When it rained, he asked me to take an auto and go and that he will come when the rain is stopped, I just went, If it was he in my place, he would never have left me like that
or if it was me and my daughter, I would not have done like that......
Now, I feel guilty.......but what to do ?
Forget about the Days when you’ve been LONELY,
but don’t forget the FRIENDLY SMILES you’ve seen.
Forget about the Days when it has been CLOUDY,
but don’t forget YOUR HOUR in the Sun.
Forget about the Time when you’ve been DEFEATED,
but don’t forget the VICTORIES you’ve won.
Forget about Misfortunes which you ENCOUNTERED,
but don’t forget the TIMES your LUCK has turned.
Forget about Mistakes that you can’t CHANGE,
but don’t forget the LESSON that you’ve learnt
but don’t forget the FRIENDLY SMILES you’ve seen.
Forget about the Days when it has been CLOUDY,
but don’t forget YOUR HOUR in the Sun.
Forget about the Time when you’ve been DEFEATED,
but don’t forget the VICTORIES you’ve won.
Forget about Misfortunes which you ENCOUNTERED,
but don’t forget the TIMES your LUCK has turned.
Forget about Mistakes that you can’t CHANGE,
but don’t forget the LESSON that you’ve learnt
Love is Life
Love is that when AMMA
kisses my Forehead...
Love is that, PAPPA waiting for me, when I came late
Love is that when my sister while doing my work says,
" Jab ma nhi hon gi to kon kare ga tumhary kaam"
Love is that when elder brother says,
"Tuje pasand hai, chal rakh le mai aur khareed lu ga"
Love is that when my best friend says
" Tension na le yaar, kuch ni hota, mein hun na"
Thats the way where
"LOVE IS LIFE"
kisses my Forehead...
Love is that, PAPPA waiting for me, when I came late
Love is that when my sister while doing my work says,
" Jab ma nhi hon gi to kon kare ga tumhary kaam"
Love is that when elder brother says,
"Tuje pasand hai, chal rakh le mai aur khareed lu ga"
Love is that when my best friend says
" Tension na le yaar, kuch ni hota, mein hun na"
Thats the way where
"LOVE IS LIFE"
I was very Happy
I was very happy
When I was admitted in the hospital in the room 101
Coz, I have seen the medics telling some that there is no
Need of admitting this patient, as there is no hope
And It showed that they had some hope on me
I was very happy
When the man in the room no 102 said,
So, “You have a big family”
Coz, inspite of having 6 grown up children,
Two wives and eight siblings he was always alone
And I was never left alone for a single minute
Though I had only one husband, two grown up children and one sister.
I was very happy
When the man in the room no. 103 said
“So you can sleep peacefully”
Coz, he was the top official of a company who was
Never able to sleep in the day due to pain and in the
Night due to phone calls. I Slept peacefully in the night
Coz, my friends never ever allowed me to sleep in the day
With their calls and presence.
I was very happy
When the lady in the room no.104 said
“So, You have a home”
Cos, she always had food from the hospital canteen
Inspite of having 3 houses
And she always heard my cooking classes over phone.
To the one and only home I have
I was very happy
When the man in the room no. 105 teased me
So, “You are a sales or marketing department”
As , he always heard me asking to the caller
Over phone……Hai, How are you ?
Coz, he never received any phone calls or visitors
In the hospital……as he was the director.
I was very happy
When my friends who came to visit
Said, “Yar did anything happen to the road or the benz”
Coz, benz is very costly and we cannot afford it.
And for you we are there.
I was very happy
When the nurse said to me
You will recover faster than others
Coz, you have relations
As she saw me walking
Holding my sister
And showed me others
Who walked on crutches.
I was very happy,
When the medic said,
I am sending you out of this hospital,
Coz, You don’t need our support
Because you have everything
Which money can’t buy
The one who encouraged me to come back to my writing
I recently met with an accident, was immobile
The person who encouraged me to open a blog.............
Dedicated to the one, without whom I would not have been like this
The one who stood with me like a pillar of strength and consoled my family.
The one who forgot own family and work for me
The one who asked me , when saw me in the hospital…….arey, benz ko kuch hua kya ? ye kya auto mein aayi, jab thoone bola benz ne maara tho meine socha ki thoo benz mein aayegi……arey, there liye mein hun, lekin benz ka khayal rakhne ke liye koi nahi he
The one who never asked me what you want , but gave me everything that I wanted
The one who never consoled me with words, but consoled with presence
The one who gave me books to read, and said……..arey kitabe open karne par hi thoo so jaati hai, when I complained that I cannot sleep due to the crucial pain and never slept for days……..
The one who said, chal re, there ko itna hua na , ab tho thoo theek se gaadi chala…..when others said, thanks to god………only this much happened
The one who said, arey thoo koi mother teresa nahi hai jo thujhe bhagwan itni jaldi bula le jaise karm kiya waise hi bhugatna padta hai………..when I said death is better than this crucial pain………..
The one who never asked me how and what happened and always teased me when I said to anybody that I met with an accident………arey, isko accident bolegi tho accident ko kya kahegi? and corrected……An Accident met with you…….
The one who talked continuously and never ever allowed me to think anything.
The one who never said , I Love you, I am there for you……..but always showed me what it meant.
The one who showed me what is optimism, dedication, strength love, relation ship and humour sense, in reality which I qualities boasted that I had………..
Dedicated to my sister Anitha, for bringing back me to life so soon. (because I have seen persons who met with an accident in the hospital even after six months)
You came into this world
My lovely daughters
A pink bundle with curly black hair
I looked at you helplessly and wondered
How do I care for you ?
So small, so sweet so vulnerable were you
My bewildered eyes looked
At your face and your delicate lips
Blossomed into
A mysterious smile
“What did your smile say?” I marveled
It said, “I am a miracle
It said, “I am a mystery”
It said, “I am your future”
It said, “I am your soul”
It said, “I am here to change your world, watch out!”
Your wail was sweet song to my ears,
But people shrieked, “you will be
A giver to your daughters all your life!”
“Who is a giver? Me or you ?”
Today after fifteen years
I am wiser, my darling daughters,
And know, you are the giver,
And I the taker
You give me a smile,
My eyes feel blessed
In seeing your pretty innocent face
You give me a hug,
My heart takes pride
In being the mother of lovely children
You give me a kiss
My soul is drenched
With complete joy and eternal bliss
I Cut my finger
You rush to my aid
And cry, “Does it hurt ma ?”
“No dear not when you are there”
You chatter ,your pranks, your laughter
Has changed my world forever together
Now I know the meaning of
That strange smile
You gave me the day you were born
My lovely daughters
You are the light of my life
May you be a light to this world!
Oh, my precious gift from god.
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