You are here to be you... just you,...

I read a story which resemble to my life events .. here it is ..

A plum once said, just because a banana lover came by, I converted
myself into a banana. Unfortunately, his taste changed after a few
months and so I became an orange. When he said I was bitter I became an
apple,but he went in search of grapes. Yielding to the opinions of so
many people, I have changed so many times that I no more know who I am.
How I wish I had remained a plum and waited for a plum lover.

So true .. many times in life i changed .. i pretend to be what i am not.I pretend to be that person which he/she like.. i have done all possible things for that.lie , manipulations ..
I always run towards that admire, that praise ..and then pretend.. It never gave me happiness .. One day I realised it was all vain.I realised Just because a group of people do not accept you as you are, there is no necessity for you to strip yourself of your originality. You need to think good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate.If you doesn't love yourself . how come other can??? If you bored with your company how can others ..
You need to think good of yourself, for the world takes you at your own estimate. Never step down in order to gain recognition. Never let go of your true self to win a relationship. In the long run, you will regret that you traded your greatest glory - your uniqueness, for momentary validation.Even Gandhi was not accepted by many people. The group that does not accept you as you is not your world.There is a world for each one of you, where you shall reign as king /queen by just being yourself. Find that world... in fact, that world will find you.What water can do, gasoline cannot and what copper can, gold cannot.The fragility of the ant enables it to move and the rigidity of the tree enables it to stay rooted. Everything and everybody has been designed with a proportion of uniqueness to serve a purpose that we Can fulfil only by being our unique self. You as you alone can serve your purpose and I as I alone can serve my purpose. I am here to be me .. just me and You are here to be you...just you.

Dream come true ... Traveling to US

It has been my one of the empty check box in my top 100 things to do before i die ... ( yeah you can say hangover of Dasvidaniya ) to travel US.. to go on site .. travel different places .. see different places .. interact with different culture .. different food habits .. see different currencies .. and now within a week it gonna be true.yeah i am going on site.. US here i am coming ..

I need an inspiration

I've been living with a shadow overhead,
I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed,
I've been lonely for so long,
Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on...

I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away,
Just in case I ever need em again someday,
I've been setting aside time,
To clear a little space in the corners of my mind..

I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine,
I've been searching but I just don't see the signs,
I know that it's out there,
There's got to be something for my soul somewhere..

I've been looking for someone to shed some light,
Not somebody just to get me through the night,
I could use some direction,
And I'm open to your suggestions..

There are moments when I don't know if it's real,
Or if anybody feels the way I feel,
I need inspiration,
Not just another negotiation..

Silence .....

Why Silence has so much importance?? I searched for few answers and in fact all the scriptures have almost common thing.Then i read about Buddha - the emperor who gave all in search of truth, to understand true meaning of life.

When Buddha got enlightened on that full moon day in the month of May, it is said that he maintained silence for the whole week. He did not say a word.. Mythology says that all the angels in the heaven were frightened. They knew that it was only once in a millennium that someone blossoms like Buddha. Now he was silent! The angels then requested him to say something. He said, “Those who know, they know even without my saying and those who do not know, will not know even if I say something. Any description of light to a blind man is of no use. There is no point in talking to those who have not tasted the ambrosia of life, and therefore I am silent. How can you convey something so intimate and personal? Words cannot. And as many scriptures in the past have declared words end where truth begins.”

The angels said, “What you say is right. But consider those who are on the borderline, who are neither fully enlightened nor totally ignorant.For them, a few words will give a push, for their sake you speak and every word of yours will create that silence.”

The purpose of words is to create silence. If words create more noise, then they have not reached their goal.

Buddha's words would definitely create silence, because Buddha is the manifestation of silence. Silence is the source of life and is the cure for diseases. When people are angry, they maintain silence. First they shout and then comes the silence. When one is sad, they ask to be left alone and retreat into silence. Similarly, silence is the recourse one takes to if ashamed. If one is wise too, there’s silence.

When Jesus was asked, “Are you the son of God?” he kept silent; it was the wisest thing to do. When you are telling someone you have a pain in the leg and they want you to prove it, how is that possible? When you cannot prove something as deep as pain how can you prove something like enlightenment or divinity? Joy and fulfillment bring silence while desire brings noise.

Look at the noise in your mind. What is it about? More money? More fame? More recognition? Fulfillment? Relationship? The noise is about something; silence is about nothing. Silence is the basis; noise is the surface.

From the very beginning Buddha lived a very satisfied life. Any pleasure was at his feet the moment he wanted it. One day he said, “I would like to go and see what the world is.” He started thinking when he saw someone who was sick, someone who was old and someone who was dying. These three instances were good enough to bring in him the knowledge that there is misery. When he saw someone sick, he said, “enough! I have experienced it.” Just one glimpse of an old man and a corpse was enough Buddha said, “there is no joy in life; I am dead already! There is no meaning in life. Let me go back.” Buddha set out in quest of truth, all by himself, leaving his palace, wife and son. Stronger the silence, powerful will be the questions that arise from such a silence. Nothing could stop him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get away during day, so he quietly escaped at night and his search continued for several years.

He did all that people told him to do, he went from place to place, fasted, and he walked many paths, before discovering four truths.

1 : “There is misery (Dukha) in the world.” In life, there are only two possibilities: one is to observe the world around us and know from others’ suffering and futile exercises, the second is experience it and find that it is misery. There is no third possibility. If you are sensitive, you don’t need to go through all that yourself. You can look at those who are suffering and become wise.

2 : The second truth is, “There is a cause for misery.” You can be happy without a reason. Joy does not need a reason, laughter does not need a joke but misery has a cause.

3 : The third truth is, “It is possible to eliminate misery.”

4 : The fourth truth is, “There is a path to be out of misery.”

Following the four truths, he gives the eight-fold path of right equanimity, right vision, right silence, right meditation etc.

Buddha also said that the three things to do are Sheela, which means conduct, Samadhi, which means an equanimous meditative state, and Pragya, which means awareness. Buddha was born at a very interesting time in India’s history, at a time when India was prosperous and had reached its height in philosophical thinking. In a highly intellectual society, people think they know it all, but in fact, they have not known at all. This was the case in India. So Buddha said, “Come, I have a simple technique for you. Keep your concepts to yourself, but just come and sit.” Then Buddha gave them four steps.

They are:

1 : Observe the body (Kayaanu Paschana)

2 : Observe the sensations (Vedananu Paschana)

3 : Observe the flow of mind (Chittanu Paschana)

4 : Observe your true nature (Dhammanu Paschana)

So, Buddha spoke and taught for years. Thousands would sit still, observe and meditate and become free. Buddha would not indulge in any philosophic discussion. I think it is mandatory for every psychologist to study Buddha! . Buddha has propounded all that there is to know about the mind and its functions in such a methodical manner. Mind is noise; the source of the mind is silence. That’s why Buddha said, “no mind”. He was referring to the chain of thoughts that simply wander in the mind all the time. At a time when there was so much prosperity, Buddha gave a begging bowl to his main disciples and asked them to go and beg! He made kings take off their royal robes and take a bowl in their hand! Not that they were in need of food but he wanted to teach them the lesson of becoming ‘nobody’ from being ‘somebody’. You are nobody; you are insignificant in this Universe. When kings and geniuses of that time were asked to beg, they became embodiments of compassion. Observe your true nature. What is your true nature? It is peace, compassion, love, friendliness and joy and it is silence that gives birth to all this.. Silence swallows the sadness, guilt, and misery and gives birth to joy, compassion and love. Buddha came to take away the misery, the guilt, the fear, the arrogance, the ignorance, and bring back wisdom, strength, beauty, knowledge and peace.

I MISS YOU… Still…

I miss you when I cry,
Because you are no more there to hold me,
I miss you when I am happy,
Because you are no more there to share it with me,
I miss you when I m troubled,
Because you are no more there to understand me.
I miss you when it rains,
Because you are no more there to tease me.
I miss you when I am awake,
Because you are no more there to talk to.
I miss you when am trying to sleep,
Because you are no more there to text me good night.
I miss you when I am asleep,
Because you are no more there in my dreams.

I miss you all the time,
But especially when I think of all the good times we spent together,
And now I realize how I have lost them,
They were the best moments I spent with you.I
try to hear the raindrops falling on the roof,
But all I hear are my tears falling on the cheeks,
And know that I am missing you.

It felt so good when you said am special and close to you,
You made me feel like an angel,
We used to talk for hours on the phone,
and meet on every weekend,
And after every meeting it felt like a dream.
Friendship was everything, and love heaven.

I miss our phone calls at all hours of day and night,
Our walks in the park and on the road,
Our bus rides, and bus stop dates,
Our Spice,McD and vatika hangouts,
Planning for the future in A380 suites,
Our messages and chats,
Our sharing, our caring for each other,
Our code words, and laughing on each other’s friends,
Joking about rains and clouds,
Telling each other everything that happened during the day,
No matter how immaterial that might be,
We could not survive without each other,
And now we cannot live with each other.

Now that you are gone, it pains to think
Not only have I lost my love, but my best friend as well.
It hurts to miss you,Hurts to think about the choices u made,
Its my mistakes, and I lost you forever.
But you have not lost my love,
You are my world, my haven
I can never forget you,
And it breaks my heart everyday,
To think I don’t have you, and can never have you,
Yet I miss you.

"memories r always confusing.. making u laugh wen u remember d times u cried together..
and cry when u remember the time u laughed together".

This is neither a poem, nor a prose,
This has no rhyme or rhythm.
It has got nothing, saying in the traditional sense,
just my raw feelings from the deep silence.

Happy Birthday dear bro...

Today is my younger brother birthday .. Don't know why but urge of writing something creep in my mind.
When i looked back to all those many years .in which .. we both grow up together .. we fight together .. we care for each other. ..We may miss each other . but didn't express it .. we joked, praised each other, feel jealous ( yeah you heard it right ..I do !!! ) about each other. All these years .. i didn't realise how lucky I m. How much love,care he gave me.In any situation whenever I felt drowning he was always there with lots of support , advice and effort to cheer me up.
I am always envy on his out of box, optimizing thinking and may be that’s why sometimes I use my Big B tag and go mad on him.
More I think about, more I adore him. I have seen him transforming from a don’t care teenager, who gulping all kind of roadside edible ( non ) , who always rebel about the decisions to a conscientious , mature adult. I still amazed the way he handled all the work in my sister’s marriage with me and dad only to help. Manner in which he handled the entire chronicle ranging from a sweeper/laundry boy to event manager / decorator was simply superb.
My dad always said to me in our childhood that I should have some qualities like him, and still after so many years his point is valid.
Thank you Rahul for being my life … thanks for giving me the respect of big brother and opportunity to love you as younger brother.

I wish she could be mine...!!

I saw her coming my way...
she looked perfect, divine...
i wish I could hold her forever...
i wish she could be mine...!!

she walks across smiling and gleaming
Shining brighter than the sunlight
I look at those glimmering eyes

And just wish she could be mine….

I wish u could feel the way i do..

I wish, to be with her...so she could see me shine...
yet…I am here, still, and mesmerized..

I wish she could be mine..!!

Her voice is like no other

Hoping she’d sing our song to me

I sat by thinking and praying

Wishing that she should be mine…

She is in my every dream...

She is in my mind…my soul..

I don't know...If i love her more than god…

Could she be mine?

My love for her is wider than the universe

Deeper than the ocean..Stronger than sunlight

Purer than clear water…But All I can do is wish…

Wish for the day,When in due time

She could be mine.But i know i can't...

As she is no longer here with me..

She is there in my memories now..

And there could stay. be mine..!!

I loved her then..I love her now..

And she will always stroll in my dreams...now and then...

All I can say is…love, You are the one…for me…forever and always..

I am eternally yours...And For me, you are mine...you are mine..!!

Drenched .....

...and then it rained

like your memories weren't enough to drench me.....

Part of My Life "'Alone in the crowd'

khush hai yeh aasman
khush hai yeh zameen bhi
dil toh hai khush
par aankhon main hai nami si

khushi jhalke har chehre par
khushi chhalke har baat main
sab hi hain aas paas
phir kyun tum ho sirf yaad main?

hasi hase mere saath
khushi aankh michauli khele
naache khushi main dil
par tum bin adhure hai yeh mele

hairan hai koi
aur tareef hai har kahin
par jo baat sunni sirf tumse thi
woh jaane kho hi gayi kahin

tum hote toh mujh par bhi koi garv karta
tum hote toh sab jaane kaisa hota
bahut samjahaya baawre mann ko
par maan hi jaata toh kya 'mann' hota??


khush hoon ki kuch banaya tumne
kuch banna abhi baki hai
khush hoon ki udhna sikhaya tumne
par udhaan toh abhi baki hai


hawa ke har jhonke main tum lagte ho
baarish ki har boond main tum hi ho na?
bheedh main agar tanha hoon, toh saath lagte ho
mujhe udhte huey dekh toh rahe ho na?

Mobile Phones defined ..

Toot gaye hai taar jameen se
Hath me aaya hai cell phone
ab to dil ki awajo se..
jyada sunte hai Ringtone

pehle nanihaal se phone aata tha
uncle ki dukan par
har insan dil me rehta tha
har no jubaan par..

ab to unreachable hai hum
pehle ki tarah aajad nahi
ab apne no ke siva
koi apna yaad nahi

ab to mutthi me hai duniya
phir kyo hum sabsedoor hai
network bhi apna busy hai
kyaa kare majboor hai

pehle bacche dosto ke ghar
lekar jate the bat aur ball
ab to bas bahar se hi
kar lete hai missed call

har har chotti baat ke liye
do shabd nahi bole jate
thanks kehna ho ya sorry
SMS se hi samjhate

kyaa remote kyaa calculator
computer ka bhi baap hai
ungliyo pe chalti thi duniya
ab sab anghootha chaap hai

kyo pairo se cheen kar jameen
ajnabi sky diya
phir bhi khushi se kehte hai hum
wah sir jee "what an IDEA"

credit goes to me n my roomies..:):)

Twang of my thoughts Part 2

Free Will
Whatever we do, whatever we say.. we do it for ourselves - good or bad. We make someone happy, it is because we wanted to. We did something wrong its we who decide too. We choose to be mean. We choose to see someone happy. And since it is our choice what we do.. we can't expect them to do something in return. You are a good friend because you want to be. S/he is not because s/he chose so. Thats my explanation of free will. You can choose to believe, not believe, to be happy, to be sad, to be angry, to love, to feel loved.

Life is like Ludo..(yeah the board game)
(Ok lower the eyebrows, and miffle the laughter at my weird ideas.) Just like the game, you have a path and you have a destination. The destiny is the dice. You don't know what you'll get when you throw the dice. You get a number, a situation and you get a choice, what to make of it. You can choose which counters you can move. Some times you have a lot to choose from..sometimes you don't.( hmm.. the theory isn't finished... yet. But its a spark.. I mean start.)

Change is the only constant
(you try to derive I mean drive it and it is zero, (nerdy pj.. u'll get it if passed 12th with maths :P, you'll get it faster if you had failed. :P:P))I am amazed at just how dynamic we are! You are changing every minute every second. You are not the same person you were a while ago. A thought, an idea, a word, a song... something... something pops up into your mind.. turning keys of this machine and your mind is on fire! What will be the outcome when it slows down.. you can't even guess now. It will be something you have not been before. Yes we may do the same things. The event or action may be the same.. but the doer is transformed! Its something like a chemical equilibrium. It may seem static but it really is dynamic. The old keep on moving away and the new keep on adding in.

** As me and my dear friend ( who really writes well ) were discussing, whenever two people meet, it really is a chemical reaction. (Ok aaj chemistry bahut yaad aa rahi hai..lol). This was probably a quote I read somewhere, but really, whenever two people meet and talk even for a while.. they exchange ideas, vibes, thoughts, energies. And the two are left changed after the interaction. The change can be big or small depend on the inteREACTION. but yes.. we are changed.. we get something new, are reminded of something old... but finally we are ..yes you guessed it.. changed!
Dunno how much any of it makes sense to you right now. Will try to be clearer with more experience ;) ;)
Till then, Love and a spark of fire for your head! :)
Smoke it up!

Twang of my thoughts

After a long long time I have enough time to write what the voice in my head has been saying all along and poking me to spill out. So sit back this one is gonna be long.. and... incoherent in places. So following are some theories that have been developed over hundreds of discussions with myself and my friends.

You are alone (.. and thats good!)

I have realized, that if life is a journey than you are all by yourself. You are the only one who is going to be with yourself till the end. Everyone has there own paths. People meet each other. Walk with you for a while. Probably exchange ideas.** They teach you, by words or by actions, by love or by deceit... And then they move on. Your paths separate and then you meet new people and new sights on your journey. You may meet again at crossroads, some faraway turn or not meet at all.. Everyone has a journey, a story of which you are a part only for a while. It is up to you..totally.. what you make of what is given to you. The knowledge and experience you gain, whether it is from watching Discovery channel or by selling flowers on the redlight, they make you what you are. You are a residue of your own actions and choices. You are a residue of your yesterdays. What people say or do are just events. What happens is an event. The events are momentary. They will happen on and off to add stories to your journey. What you make of an event is ~You~. Each event whether good or bad, moves you one step closer to being a new person. People are just part of your journey it for a while. In the end you are the one that is there for you, (And also the faith.. in case you are a theist...) So you have to make the most of it all.

Life is ours we live it our way... Nothing else matters.

Prayas Talent club - Starting a new Dimension in Prayas

From the long time , A thought is thumping in my mind. In Prayas we teach kids .. We gave lot of effort .We try our best. No doubt kids are always amazing. In spite of whole day school, condition in their home they eager to learn, eager to study more and more. Their pace may be slow , but they are trying really hard.
All effort paid off when 21 of our kids selected in Nayi .And our 5 old kids got good rank and marks.
However there is always a thought, a tease is there. In our school days we used to study in similar boring fashion. I am really proud of my teachers of school days. But now it’s our responsibility, it’s our creativity to deviate that similar way of teaching. Why not we started a class which not only give them learning but also give them some fun, enjoyment. We already know these kids have talent, but somebody need to bring that up. Some body need to give canvas to these young mind to draw their dream, somebody need to give them a platform to perform.
Vocalizing a thought is always easy .. but execution is always a daunting task. After many meetings , and literally using my full vocal power , the suggestion has been welcomed in one of our admission celebration. As I am initiator of thought, the responsibility came to me to execute the idea.
Now start the thought process, what are the activities which need to be planned, what will be games to be play .. how to relate them from teaching, how to relate them from kids daily routine life yet give them fun and uniqueness. It is really a daunting task.
Google is always a big rescuer in that. Isn't really amazing, whatever you wanna know just type in google and here comes all sort of information .. ( i know there is a brilliant algorithm of page ranking executing in behind ). After lots of information gathering/editing a final plan come into the picture. Now I am eager to execute this plan on coming Saturday the time slot ( 3- 5 pm , venue new class room of Prayas ) provided to me.

We live together…We shall die together . We can only be ..

We live together…We shall die together…And its ok if we are not Lovers!!!

Those words rang in her ears once again.They were together. Through their toddler days and finally the graduation years.
Hinting the possibility of a secret relationship to the world and then quietly laughing about this trick they played. Friends, truly, sincerely- Just friends!
A day came when they were walking through a not so well lit road and she was about to get hit by a car when he just pulled her back and saved her. It looked more like a super hero on a rescue mission to save the heroine…but then he was always like that.
She was convinced about it and happy in his shelter. Knowing fully well that love was taking place of friendship in his heart. But then, it was unsaid and lay untouched. But that particular day after saving her and taking relief that she was in one piece, without any wounds he gave her a moist eyed look and said- You know what… ‘We live together’. She didn’t know what to say in that tense, intense moment. So all she muttered was- ‘We shall die together.’
He looked deeper into her eyes and then finally gave a blank stare a wink and an unexpected reply- ‘Hey! And it’s ok if we are not lovers!’
She ran home. Angry, annoyed, confused, sad. Unable to understand why was it like that. The next 24 hours went brooding about that one single moment. Then finally she gave up and accepted that her first love story, if at all it was, had succumbed to time.
And this was it.They didn’t meet for many days after that. She saw him but hid away, though continued to look at him through the corner of her eyes, struggling to control the flutter in her heart that his presence still caused. From friendship…to almost love…to nowhere.

The next year brought wedding bells along. She looked like the princess of the world in her red outfit. The rites done, the blessings taken, her groom by her side, as she walked towards her car, there was a pat at her shoulder.He stood there. Dressed in classic black, with a bouquet in his hand. Yes, he looked better than most in that room.He said- ‘Hey beautiful! You will always be happy. I know that now. Do tell me if you need something.’She unaffected by the people around returned saying- ‘You should know about what I want. Remember, we lived together.’ To that he reacted with a smile and words she knew well with an added question mark- ‘We shall die together?’ The satire in the way he said it made her laugh and reply- ‘Ya...and its ok…we are not lovers.’
Years passed. They weren’t living together anymore. Responsibilities pushed way into life and she forgot those words. Only one day when she was sending her daughter to school she heard about a badly injured major serving the Indian Army, lying dead in the hospital.She recognized the name. The photograph. There was no one to claim his body. He didn’t have a family. Just a few belongings. He was a great soldier they said. Fighting till the last minute. The true hero Well, she knew, he always was one.They didn’t find too many belongings. Just a diary. With his work schedules drawn. His rules written. His important things listed. His goals carved. Nothing of any importance to her. Except the last page where he had scribbled in red-

We hardly lived together....
I know we won’t die together
Still…we are, we can only be Lovers!!!

Tired...

Tired… yes that’s exactly what I am right now.
Tired of running away from the truth.
Tired of avoiding it
When it stands in front of me
When I know the difference between a truth and a lie
And tired of facing it as well.
Tired of life
Of the world
Of myself
Of accepting things
Of denying things
Of being rude
Of fighting
Of being sorry
Of being hurt
Of hurting people
I am tired of love
Of friendship
Of my own people
Of complete strangers
Of acquaintances trying to get too close
I am tired of talking too much
And of being silent
Of the need to explain myself
Or to listen to explanations
I am tired of thinking whom I can speak to without being judged
Of avoiding people
And of getting avoided and ignored
Completely TIRED of life. Want to end it right away.
But I am tired of thinking about this too.
I cannot do it…. I am tired of being a coward
Tired of being brave too.
Tired of everything.
Tired of waiting…. Will it ever end?
Will it ever give me answers…. for my problems, for my excessive thinking, to what I am or want to be, of the questions I have never asked myself….
TIRED…. TIRED… TIRED.

Life is ...

There is nothing more beautiful than a rainbow;utterly Colorful.. scenic beauty
But it takes both rain and sunshine to make one.....
If life is to be rounded and many coloured, just like a rainbow;
Both joy and sorrow must come to it !!!

Weakness Or Strength

Sometimes your biggest weakness can become your biggest strength.

One 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident. The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

"Sensei," the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?"

"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the Sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the Sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match.

Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals. This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the Sensei intervened.

"No," the Sensei insisted, "Let him continue."

Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.

On the way home, the boy and Sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

"You won for two reasons," the Sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grap your left arm."

The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

THE TAILOR'S NEEDLE

A tailor was at work. He took a piece of cloth and with a pair of shining, costly, scissors, he cut the cloth into various bits.

Then he put the pair of scissors at his feet. Then he took a small needle and thread and started to sew the bits of cloth, into a fine shirt. When the spell of sewing was over, he stuck the needle on to his turban.

The tailor's son who was watching it asked him: "Father, the scissors are costly and look so beautiful. But you throw them down at your feet. This needle is worth almost nothing; you can get a dozen for an Anna (25 paise). Yet, you place it carefully on your head itself. Is there any reason for this illogical behaviour?"

"Yes, my son. The scissors have their function, no doubt; but they only cut the cloth into bits. The needle, on the contrary, unites the bits and enhances the value of the cloth. Therefore, the needle to me is more precious and valuable. The value of a thing depends on its utility, son, not on its cost-price or appearance."

REFLECTION

Similarly, there are two classes of people in the world-1. those who create dissensions and disharmony, who separate man from man; and 2. those who bring about peace and harmony, who unite people.

The former category of people are generally some of the rich snobbish people, like some of the mighty, haughty kings or politicians and people of high status and power who have only money, name and fame in their minds and totally disinterested of the actual welfare of the people and nation, some of the religious fanatics who cause terror in the name of God, and others who are hungry for power and fame that they eventually destory peace and harmony among the people and nation.

The latter category of people are generally the poor and sincere devotees of the Lord, the penniless wandering monks, and mendicants who completely renounce everything at the feet of the Lord and with whose prayers the world is still in balance forbearing the calamities, injustice and tragedies. They are emodiments of peace and mercy and their mere glance brings a total serenity in minds of people and their only goal is to bring unity, peace and harmony among the people and make people realise their divinity and attain happiness.

The Lord makes use of both these 2 categories of people to carry on HIS function of providing the field for the evolution of individual souls.

With time and laws of karma, HE throws down on the dust the mighty kings and millionaires who create wars and disharmony; and HE keeps the poor, pious devotee over HIS own head and grants them Moksha or liberation.

In HIS eyes the scale of values is entirely different!

Don’t make promise when you are in joy.
Don’t reply when you are sad.
Don’t take decision when you are angry.
Think twice., Act wise

Pearls of Wisdom

When I was a little boy, my mom liked to make breakfast, food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of fruits, a glass of milk, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember Watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite! When I got Up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad For burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: 'Baby, I love burned toast.' Later that night, I went to say Daddy good night and I asked him if He really liked his toast burned. He embrace me in his arms and said, Bittu, your momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone!' You know, life is full of imperfect things...and imperfect people. I'm not the best either. What I've learned over the years is that learning to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each other's differences - is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting any relationship. And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the good,the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give you a happiness where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker! We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent - child or friendship!!

Hold on to my hand..

Hold on to my hand,
and never let go.
I'll tell you my thoughts,
then you will know.
Hold on to my waist,
Because I'll feel safe.
Let's cherish everyday,
Cuz everyday's a gift.
Hold on to my body,
for someday I will fall.
I will fall into pain.
Worst pain of them all.
Remember my words I've spoken,
for if I die,
you'll never hear them anymore.
Even if you cried.
Hold on tight to my heart,
For it's like glass.
If you drop it,
it will crack.
Hold on to me,
For I'm like a mirror.
If you break me,
I will shatter.
Only you can hurt me,
yet, you already have.
I hope that you'll realize
all the pain that you've caused.