A collection of Touching Stories & Articles: These stories, & articles by unknown authors, are from the internet and forwarded mails . These are very powerful stories which will get connected to our heart and leave a very positive impact. They help us to see the life from a different perspective and purify our minds, there by making us feel refreshed and rejuvenated to carry on with our hectic life. Each time I read it, I have got hugely benefited and I am sure you will feel the same once you read them.
Price of Experience
A ship engine failed, no one could fix it. Then they brought in a man with 40 yrs. on the job. He inspected the engine carefully, top to bottom. After looking things over, the guy reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. The engine was fixed! 7 Days later the owners got his bill for 10k. ‘What?!’ the owners said ‘You hardly did anything. Send us an itemized bill. ” the reply simply said Tapping with a hammer. $2 Knowing where to tap? $9,998 Don’t Ever Underestimate Experience.
Beautiful explanation by Swami Vivekananda:
Explaining the meaning of ‘Association’. He said:
“The rain drop from the sky: if it is caught in hands, it is pure enough for drinking. If it falls in a gutter, its value drops so much that it can’t be used even for washing the feet. If it falls on hot surface, it perishes. If it falls on lotus leaf, it shines like a pearl and finally, if it falls on oyster, it becomes a pearl. The drop is same, but its existence & worth depend on with whom it associates.”
Always be associated with people who are good at heart.
WHAT ARE THE EFFECTS OF THOUGHTS ON YOUR MIND?
A man was sitting by a lake. He was throwing small pebbles into it from time to time. A young boy happened to cross by. He was intrigued to see that after every few minutes or so, the man would toss a pebble into the lake.
The boy went up to the man and said, “Good pastime, this stone throwing, he?” “Hmmm,” said the man. He seemed to be deep in thought and obviously did not wish to be disturbed.
Sometime later, the man said softly, “Look at the water, it is absolutely still.”
The boy said, “Yeah, it is.”
The man tossed a pebble into the water and continued, “Only till I toss a pebble into it now do you see the ripples?”
“Yeah,” said the boy, “they spread further and further.”
“And soon, the water is still again,” offered the man.
The boy said, “Sure, it becomes quiet, after a while.”
The man continued, “What if we want to stop the ripples? The root cause of the ripples is the stone. Lets take the stone out. Go ahead and look for it.” The boy put his hand into the water and tried to take the stone out.
But he only succeeded in making more ripples. He was able to take the stone out, but the number of ripples that were made in the process were a lot more than before.
The wise man said, “It is not possible to stop the movement of the water once a pebble has been thrown into it. But if we can stop ourselves from throwing the pebble in the first place, the ripples can be avoided altogether! So too, it is with our minds. If a thought enters into it, it creates ripples. The only way to save the mind from getting disturbed is to block and ban the entry of every superfluous thought that could be a potential cause for disturbance.”
“If a disturbance has entered into the mind, it will take its own time to die down. Too many conflicting thoughts just cause more and more disturbances. Once the disturbance has been caused it takes time to ebb out. Even trying to forcibly remove the thought may further increase the turmoil in the mind. Time surely is a great healer, but prevention is always better than cure.”
Before you allow a thought or a piece of information to enter your mind, put it through the triple filter test of authenticity, Goodness and Value.
Paraprosdokians are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected and is frequently humorous. (Winston Churchill loved them.)
- Where there’s a will, I want to be in it.2. The last thing I want to do is hurt you…. but it’s still on my list.
3. Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear bright until you hear them speak.
4. If I agreed with you, we’d both be wrong.
5. We never really grow up…. we only learn how to act in public.
6. War does not determine who is right, only who is left.
7. Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.
8. To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism. To steal from many is research.
9. I didn’t say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you.
10. In filling out an application, where it says, “In case of emergency, notify….” I answered, “a doctor.”
11. Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy.
12. You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
13. I used to be indecisive, but now I’m not so sure.
14. To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first and call whatever you hit the target.
15. Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
16. You’re never too old to learn something stupid.
- I’m supposed to respect my elders, but it’s getting harder and harder for me to find one now.
- പെട്ടെന്ന് കോപിക്കുന്നു
- മറ്റുള്ളവരുടെ വികാരങ്ങളെ മാനിക്കുന്നില്ല
- എനിക്കെല്ലാംഅറിയാം, എനിക്കെല്ലാം കഴിയും, ഞാന് എന്തോ ആണെന്ന് ചിന്തിക്കുന്നു!
- തന്റെ കഴിവിലേക്കും , നേട്ടങ്ങളിലേക്കും,, മറ്റുള്ളവരുടെ ശ്രദ്ധയെ ആകര്ഷിക്കുന്നു.
- വിമര്ശനം കേട്ടാല് പൊട്ടിത്തെറിക്കുന്നു!
- വിമര്ശകരില് നിന്ന് അകന്നു പോകും
- വാക്കുകളെ ചൊല്ലി തര്ക്കത്തില് ഏര്പ്പെടും
- ക്ഷെമിക്കാന് സാധിക്കില്ല
- തിരുത്തലുകള് സ്വീകരിക്കില്ല
- പരാതിപ്പെടുകയും,പിറുപിറുക്കുകയും ചെയ്യുന്നു
- സ്വയം നശിച്ചാലും തോറ്റു കൊടുക്കില്ല
- സ്വന്തം നേട്ടങ്ങളെക്കുറിച്ച് ചിന്തിച്ച് അവയില്
- ദൈവത്തില് ആശ്രെയിക്കില്ല
- മറ്റുള്ളവരെ പുച്ഛം പറഞ്ഞും,താഴ്ത്തികെട്ടി സംസാരിച്ചും നടക്കും
- തോറ്റാല് തോല്പിച്ചവരോട് പക വച്ചു പുലര്ത്തുന്നു.
- സ്വന്തം തെറ്റുകള് മനസ്സിലാക്കാതെ അത് ആവര്ത്തിക്കുന്നു
- നല്ല ബന്ധങ്ങള്, സ്ഥാപിക്കാനോ, ഉള്ളത് നിലനിര്ത്താനോ സാധിക്കില്ല
- തന്നിഷ്ടം പോലെ പ്രവര്ത്തിക്കുന്നു
- ഏതെങ്കിലും ദുശീലത്തിന് അടിമയായിരിക്കും
- തെറ്റായ പഠനങ്ങളില് പെട്ടെന്ന് വീഴുന്നു.
- വീരവാദം മുഴക്കുന്നു.
അഹങ്കാരി സാധാരണ ഉപയോഗിക്കുന്ന ചില വാക്കുകള്
- “എന്നെ അറിയിച്ചില്ല, എന്നോട് ആരും പറഞ്ഞില്ല”
- “അത് ഇതിലും നന്നായി ഞാന് ചെയ്തു കാണിക്കാമായിരുന്നു”
- “ഞാന് ചത്താലേ ഇതിവിടെ നടക്കൂ”
- “എന്റെ അടുത്ത് നിങ്ങളുടെ ഒരു കളിയും നടക്കില്ല”
- “നിനക്ക് എന്നെ ശരിക്കും അറിയില്ല”
- “ഞാന് നല്ലത് രണ്ടെണ്ണം പറഞ്ഞിട്ടുണ്ട്”
- “എന്റെ കാര്യം ഞാന് നോക്കിക്കൊള്ളാം”
- “ഞാന് ആരാണെന്ന് അവനെ ഞാന് കാണിച്ചു കൊടുക്കാം”
- “എന്റെ ഒരു മുഖം മാത്രമേ നീ കണ്ടിട്ടുള്ളൂ”
- “നിന്റെയൊന്നും സഹായമില്ലാതെ ജീവിക്കാന് പറ്റുമോന്നു ഞാനൊന്നു നോക്കട്ടെ”
- മുകളില് പറഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നവയില് ഫുള് മാര്ക്ക് കിട്ടുന്നവര്.. ചിന്തിക്കുക, മാറ്റം വരുത്തുക …..ശീലിക്കുക…
Facts of Life
Don’t educate your children to be rich.
Educate them to be Happy.
So when they grow up they will know the value of things not the price
“Eat your food as your medicines.
Otherwise you have to eat medicines as your food”
The One who loves you will never leave you because even if there are 100 reasons to give up he/she will find one reason to hold on
There is a lot of difference between human being and being human.
A Few understand it.
You are loved when you are born.
You will be loved when you die.
You have to manage…!
Inspiring Leadership Lessons
Here is an article of our Former President of India APJ Abdul Kalam at Wharton India Economic Forum, Philadelphia, March 22, 2008.
A Leader Should Know How to Manage Failure
Question: Could you give an example, from your own experience, of
how leaders should manage failure?
Kalam: Let me tell you about my experience. In 1973 I became the
project director of India’s satellite launch vehicle program, commonly
called the SLV-3. Our goal was to put India’s ‘Rohini’ satellite into orbit by
1980. I was given funds and human resources — but was told clearly that
by 1980 we had to launch the satellite into space. Thousands of people
worked together in scientific and technical teams towards that goal.
By 1979 — I think the month was August — we thought we were ready.
As the project director, I went to the control center for the launch. At four
minutes before the satellite launch, the computer began to go through
the checklist of items that needed to be checked. One minute later, the
computer program put the launch on hold; the display showed that some
control components were not in order. My experts — I had four or five of
them with me — told me not to worry; they had done their calculations
and there was enough reserve fuel. So I bypassed the computer,
switched to manual mode, and launched the rocket. In the first stage,
everything worked fine. In the second stage, a problem developed.
Instead of the satellite going into orbit, the whole rocket system plunged
into the Bay of Bengal. It was a big failure.
That day, the chairman of the Indian Space Research Organization, Prof.
Satish Dhawan, had called a press conference. The launch was at 7:00
am, and the press conference — where journalists from around the world
were present — was at 7:45 am at ISRO’s satellite launch range in
Sriharikota [in Andhra Pradesh in southern India]. Prof. Dhawan, the
leader of the organization, conducted the press conference himself. He
took responsibility for the failure — he said that the team had worked very
hard, but that it needed more technological support. He assured the
media that in another year, the team would definitely succeed. Now, I
was the project director, and it was my failure, but instead, he took
responsibility for the failure as chairman of the organization.
The next year, in July 1980, we tried again to launch the satellite — and
this time we succeeded. The whole nation was jubilant. Again, there was
a press conference. Prof. Dhawan called me aside and told me, ‘You
conduct the press conference today.’
Abdul Kalam said, I learned a very important lesson that day.
When failure occurred, the leader of the organization owned that
failure. When success came, he gave it to his team. The best
management lesson I have learned did not come to me from
reading a book; it came from that experience.
The Important Things in Life…
A philosophy professor stood before his class with some items on the table in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, about 2 inches in diameter.He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks.He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous “Yes.”“Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The rocks are the important things – your family, your partner, your health, your children – 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, your house, your 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 rocks. The same goes for your 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. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal.
Take care of the rocks first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.”
A Glass of Milk – Paid In Full
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?” “You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness.” He said, “Then I thank you from my heart.”As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.Year’s later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to the case.After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She began to read the following words:“Paid in full with one glass of milk”Signed, Dr. Howard Kelly.
Remember those who serve
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. “How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked. “50¢,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.
“Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. “35¢!” she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
Giving when it counts
There was a a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. He hesitated for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.”As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”.Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
The Doll and the White Rose
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her. I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.”
His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me.” “I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.”
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
The value of a man or woman resides in what he or she gives, not in what they are capable of receiving…
Marine’s Father – Military Story
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
“Your son is here,” she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened.Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile.He refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her.“Who was that man?” he asked.
The nurse was startled, “He was your father,” she answered.
“No, he wasn’t,” the Marine replied.
“I never saw him before in my life.”
“Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”
“I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn’t here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.”
The Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and a four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.The family ate together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass often milk spilled on the tablecloth.The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about grandfather,” said the son. I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner at the dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather’s direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making the bowl for you and mama to eat.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day that building blocks are being laid for the child’s future.Let us all be wise builders and role models. Take care of yourself, … and those you love, … today, and everyday!
Learn from Mistakes
Thomas Edison tried two thousand different materials in search of a filament for the light bulb. When none worked satisfactorily, his assistant complained, “All our work is in vain. We have learned nothing.”
Edison replied very confidently, “Oh, we have come a long way and we have learned a lot. We know that there are two thousand elements which we cannot use to make a good light bulb.”
The Cookie Thief
A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily, gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said “you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.”
You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there.
Make sure you control your temper the next time you are tempted to say something you will regret later.
My wife called, ‘How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?’I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the ‘cooling effects’ of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl.‘Sindu, darling,why don’t you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear.Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.‘OK, Dad. I will eat – not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this.
But, you should…’ Sindu hesitated. ‘Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?’….
Oh sure, darling’…. ‘Promise?’……… ‘Promise’.
I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.
‘Ask Mom also to give a similar promise’, my daughter insisted.
My wife put her hand on Sindu’s, muttering ‘Promise’. Now I became a bit anxious.
‘Sindu dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?’
‘No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive’.
Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.
I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.
‘Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!’ was her demand.
‘Atrocious!’ shouted my wife, ‘A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!’ ‘Never in our family!’ my mother rasped.
‘She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!’
Sindu darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.’
‘No, Dad. I do not want anything else’, Sindu said with finality.
‘Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?’
I tried to plead with her.
‘Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice’.
Sindu was in tears. ‘And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for.
Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?’
It was time for me to call the shots.
‘Our promise must be kept.’
‘Are you out your mind?’ chorused my mother and wife.
‘No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own.
Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.’
With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, ‘Sinduja, please wait for me!’
What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.
‘May be, that is the in-stuff’, I thought. ‘Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!’ Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,’ That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from… … leukemia.’ She paused to muffle her sobs.
Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates.
‘Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.
But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.’
I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. ‘My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!’
*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love..*
Love Touch And Inspire your FRIENDS “The life is short, the vanities of world are transient but they alone live who live for others; the rest are more dead than alive.
By a Father
Conversation with God
Me: God, can I ask you a question?
Me: Promise you won’t get mad.
God: I promise.
Me: Why did you let so much stuff happen to me today?
God: What do you mean?
Me: Well, I woke up late.
Me: My car took forever to start.
Me: At lunch they made my sandwich wrong and I had to wait.
Me: On the way home, my phone went dead, just as I picked up a call.
God: All right.
Me: And on top of it all, when I got home I just wanted to soak my feet in my new foot massager and relax, but it wouldn’t work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did you do that?
God: Let me see, the Death Angel was at your bed this morning and I had to send one of the other angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that.
Me: (humbled): OH…
GOD: I didn’t let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road.
God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick and I didn’t want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn’t afford to miss work.
Me: (embarrassed): Ok…
God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give false witness about what you said on that call, I didn’t even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me: (softly) I see God.
God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight. I didn’t think you wanted to be in the dark.
Me: I’m sorry God.
God: Don’t be sorry, just learn to trust me…..in all things, the good and the bad.
Me: I will trust you.
God: And don’t doubt that my plan for your day is always better than your plan.
Me: I won’t God. And let me just tell you God, thank you for everything today.
God: You’re welcome child. It was just another day being your God, and I love looking after my children.
Perfection is a Habit not Attitude
Apparently, the American Computer Giant IBM decided to have some parts
manufactured in Japan as a trial .
In the specifications, they set standard that they will accept only three defective pieces per 10,000 pieces.
When the delivery came to IBM there was a letter accompanying with it.
‘We, Japanese people, had a hard time understanding North American business practices.
But the three defective parts per 10,000 piece have been separately
manufactured and have been included in the consignment in a separate package mentioned – “Defective pieces as required, not for use ”
In a battle, a soldier went to bring his wounded friend back from the field.
His Captain said, “It’s of No Use! your friend must be dead”.
But soldier still goes & brings back his friend.
Seeing the dead body, Captain says,
“I told you it’s of no worth. He’s dead”.
The soldier replies, “No sir, it was really worth. When I got to him, my friend saw me, smiled & said his last words:
“I KNEW YOU WILL COME”.