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Parents… Touching story…

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”

The Son replied “It is a crow”.

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”


The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,

What is this?”

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is this?”

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.


If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.

They crossed all mountains and valleys without any problem to make me a person presentable in the society today”.

Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave”.

Never Give up…

Don’t give up . . .

One day I decided to quit . . .

I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality . . . I wanted to quit my life.

I went to the woods to have one last talk with God. ‘God’, I asked, ‘Can you give me one good reason not to quit?’

His answer surprised me… ‘Look around’, He said. ‘Do you see the fern and the bamboo?’

‘Yes’, I replied.

‘When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light.I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor.Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo.

In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.

And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.

‘In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed.But I would not quit.

In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. I would not quit.’ He said.

‘Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.

Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant . . . But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots mad e it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.

I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.’

He asked me. ‘Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots’.‘I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you.’

‘Don’t compare yourself to others.’ He said. ‘The bamboo had a different Purpose than the fern.Yet they both make the forest beautiful.’

‘Your time will come’, God said to me.‘You will rise high’

‘How high should I rise?’I asked.

‘How high will the bamboo rise?’ He asked in return.

‘As high as it can?’ I questioned.

‘Yes.’ He said, ‘Give me glory by rising as high as you can.’

I left the forest and brought back this story.
I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.

Never, Never, Never Give up.

For the Prayer is not an option but an opportunity. Don’t tell the Lord how big the problem is, tell the problem how Great the Lord is!!!

God Bless you…

~ I Believe ~

I Believe…
That just because two people argue, doesn”t mean they don”t love each other. And just because they don”t argue, doesn”t mean they do love each other.

I Believe…
That we don”t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I Believe…
That no matter how good a friend is, they”re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I Believe…
That true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I Believe…
That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I Believe…
That it”s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I Believe…
That you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.

I Believe…
That you can keep going long after you think you can”t.

I Believe…
That we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I Believe…
That either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I Believe…
That heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I Believe…
That money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I Believe…
That my best friend and I can do anything, or nothing, and have the best time.

I Believe…
That sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you”re down, will be the ones to help you get back up.

I Believe…
That sometimes when I”m angry I have the right to be angry,but that doesn”t give me the right to be cruel.

I Believe….
That maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you”ve had, and what you”ve learned from them……and less to do with how many birthdays you”ve celebrated.

I Believe…
That it isn”t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes, you have to learn to forgive yourself..

I Believe…
That no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn”t stop for your grief.

I Believe…
That our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I Believe…
That you shouldn”t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life Forever.

I Believe…
Two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I Believe…
That your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don”t even know you.

I Believe…
That even when you think you have no more to give, if  a friend cries out to you……… you will find the strength to help.

I Believe…
That credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I Believe…
That the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon.

The happiest of people don”t necessarily have the best of everything; They just make the most of everything.

Give your 100% to Relations

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

The boy kept the biggest and the most beautiful marble aside and gave the rest to the girl. The girl gave him all her sweets as she had promised.
That night, the girl slept peacefully. But the boy couldn’t sleep as he kept wondering if the girl had hidden some sweets from him the way he had hidden his best marble.

Moral of the story:
If you don’t give your hundred percent in a relationship, you’ll always keep doubting if the other person has given his/her hundred percent.. This is applicable for any relationship like love.

Give your hundred percent to everything you do and sleep peacefully.

Success… Worth absorbing!

true meaning of successThis speech was delivered to the Class of IIM, Bangalore on defining success by…Subroto Bagchi.

Something which is worth absorbing and my favorite…. So sharing with you all… I am sure you would be smiling after reading it. So tighten your seat belts…

Go! kiss the world ! ! !

I was the last child of a small-time government servant, in a family of five brothers. My earliest memory of my father is as that of a District Employment Officer in Koraput, Orissa. It was, and remains as back of beyond as you can imagine. There was no electricity; no primary school nearby and water did not flow out of a tap. As a result, I did not go to school until the age of eight; I was home-schooled. My father used to get transferred every year. The family belongings fit into the back of a jeep – so the family moved from place to place and without any trouble, my Mother would set up an establishment and get us going. Raised by a widow who had come as a refugee from the then East Bengal, she was a matriculate when she married my Father. My parents set the foundation of my life and the value system, which makes me what I am today and largely, defines what success means to me today. As District Employment Officer, my father was given a jeep by the government. There was no garage in the Office, so the jeep was parked in our house. My father refused to use it to commute to the office. He told us that the jeep is an expensive resource given by the government- he reiterated to us that it was not “his jeep” but the government’s jeep. Insisting that he would use it only to tour the interiors, he would walk to his office on normal days. He also made sure that we never sat in the government jeep – we could sit in it only when it was stationary. That was our early childhood lesson in governance – a lesson that corporate managers learn the hard way, some never do.

The driver of the jeep was treated with respect due to any other member of my Father’s office. As small children, we were taught not to call him by his name. We had to use the suffix ‘dada’ whenever we were to refer to him in public or private. When I grew up to own a car and a driver by the name of Raju was appointed – I repeated the lesson to my two small daughters. They have, as a result, grown up to call `Raju Uncle’ – very different from many of their friends who refer to their family driver, as `my driver’. When I hear that term from a school- or college-going person, I cringe.
To me, the lesson was significant – you treat small, people with more respect than how you treat big people. It is more important to respect your subordinates than your superiors.

Our day used to start with the family huddling around my Mother’s chulha – an earthen fire place she would build at each place of posting where she would cook for the family. There was neither gas, nor electrical stoves. The morning routine started with tea. As the brew was served, Father would ask us to read aloud the editorial page of The Statesman’s ‘muffosit’ edition – delivered one day late. We did not understand much of what we were reading. But the ritual was meant for us to know that the world was larger than Koraput district and the English I speak today, despite having studied in an Oriya medium school, has to do with that routine. After reading the newspaper aloud. We were told to fold it neatly. Father taught us a simple lesson.
He used to say, “You should leave your newspaper and your toilet, the way you expect to find it. That lesson was about showing consideration to others. Business begins and ends with that simple precept.

Being small children, we were always enamored with advertisements in the newspaper for transistor radios – we did not have one. We saw other people having radios in their homes and each time there was an advertisement of Philips, Murphy or Bush radios, we would ask Father when we could get one. Each time, my Father would reply that we did not need one because he already had five radios – alluding to his five sons. We also did not have a house of our own and would occasionally ask Father as to when, like others, we would live in our own house. He would give a similar reply,” We do not need a house of our own. I already own five houses”. His replies did not gladden our hearts in that instant. Nonetheless, we learnt that it is important not to measure personal success and sense of well being through material possessions. Government houses seldom came with fences. Mother and I collected twigs and built a small fence. After lunch, my Mother would never sleep. She would take her kitchen utensils and with those she and I would dig the rocky, white ant infested surrounding. We planted flowering bushes. The white ants destroyed them. My mother brought ash from her chulha and mixed it in the earth and we planted the seedlings all over again. This time, they bloomed. At that time, my father’s transfer order came. A few neighbors told my mother why she was taking so much pain to beautify a government house, why she was planting seeds that would only benefit the next occupant. My mother replied that it did not matter to her that she would not see the flowers in full bloom. She said, “I have to create a bloom in a desert and whenever I am given a new place, I must leave it more beautiful, than what I had inherited.
That was my first lesson in success. It is not about what you create for yourself, it is what you leave behind that defines success.

My mother began developing a cataract in her eyes when I was very small. At that time, the eldest among my brothers got a teaching job at the University in Bhubaneswar and had to prepare for the civil services examination. So, it was decided that my Mother would move to cook for him and, as her appendage, I had to move too. For the first time in my life I saw electricity in homes and water coming out of a tap. It was around 1965 and the country was going to war with Pakistan. My mother was having problems reading and in any case, being Bengali, she did not know the Oriya script. So, in addition to my daily chores, my job was to read her the local newspaper – end to end. That created in me a sense of connectedness with a larger world. I began taking interest in many different things. While reading out news about the war, I felt that I was fighting the war myself. She and I discussed the daily news and built a bond with the larger universe. In it, we became part of a larger reality. Till date, I measure my success in terms of that sense of larger connectedness. Meanwhile, the war raged and India was fighting on both fronts. Lal Bahadur Shastri, the then Prime Minster, coined the term “Jai Jawan, Jai Kisan” and galvanized the nation in to patriotic fervor. Other than reading out the newspaper to my mother, I had no clue about how I could be part of the action. So, after reading her the newspaper, every day I would land up near the university-s water tank, which serves the community. I would spend hours under it, imagining that there could be spies who would come to poison the water and I had to watch for them. I would daydream about catching one and how the next day, I would be features in the newspaper. Unfortunately for me, the spies at war ignored the sleepy town of Bhubaneswar and I never got a chance to catch one in action. Yet, that act unlocked my imagination.

Imagination is everything. If we can imagine a future, we can create it, if we can create that future, others will live in it. That is the essence of success.

Over the next few years, my mother’s eyesight dimmed but in me she created a larger vision, a vision with which I continue to see the world and, I sense, through my eyes, she was seeing too. As the next few years unfolded, her vision deteriorated and she was operated for cataract. I remember when she returned after her operation and she saw my face clearly for the first time, she was astonished. She said, “Oh my God, I did not know you were so fair”. I remain mighty pleased with that adulation even till date. Within weeks of getting her sight back, she developed a corneal ulcer and, overnight, became blind in both eyes. That was 1969. She died in 2002. In all those 32 years of living with blindness, she never complained about her fate even once. Curious to know what she saw with blind eyes, I asked her once if she sees darkness. She replied, “No, I do not see darkness. I only see light even with my eyes closed”. Until she was eighty years of age, she did her morning yoga every day, swept her own room and washed her own clothes.
To me success is about the sense of independence, it is about not seeing the world but seeing the light.

Over the many intervening years, I grew up, studied, joined the industry and began to carve my life’s own journey. I began my life as a clerk in a government office, went on to become a Management Trainee with the DCM group and eventually found my life’s calling with the IT industry when fourth generation computers came to India in 1981. Life took me places – I worked with outstanding people, challenging assignments and traveled all over the world.

In 1992, while I was posted in the US, I learnt that my father, living a retired life with my eldest brother, had suffered a third degree burn injury and was admitted in the Safderjung Hospital in Delhi. I flew back to attend to him – he remained for a few days in critical stage, bandaged from neck to toe. The Safderjung Hospital is a cockroach infested, dirty, inhuman place. The overworked, under-resourced sisters in the burn ward are both victims
and perpetrators of dehumanized life at its worst. One morning, while attending to my Father, I realized that the blood bottle was empty and fearing that air would go into his vein, I asked the attending nurse to change it. She bluntly told me to do it myself. In that horrible theater of death, I was in pain and frustration and anger. Finally when she relented and came, my Father opened his eyes and murmured to her, “Why have you not gone home yet?” Here was a man on his deathbed but more concerned about the overworked nurse than his own state. I was stunned at his stoic self.
There I learnt that there is no limit to how concerned you can be for another human being and what the limit of inclusion is you can create.

My father died the next day. He was a man whose success was defined by his principles, his frugality, his universalism and his sense of inclusion.

Above all, he taught me that success is your ability to rise above your discomfort, whatever may be your current state. You can, if you want, raise your consciousness above your immediate surroundings. Success is not about building material comforts – the transistor that he never could buy or the house that he never owned. His success was about the legacy he left, the memetic continuity of his ideals that grew beyond the smallness of an ill-paid, unrecognized government servant’s world.

My father was a fervent believer in the British Raj. He sincerely doubted the capability of the post-independence Indian political parties to govern the country. To him, the towering of the Union Jack was a sad event. My Mother was the exact opposite. When Subhash Bose quit the Indian National Congress and came to Dacca, my mother, then a schoolgirl, garlanded him. She learnt to spin khadi and joined an underground movement that trained her in using daggers and swords. Consequently, our household saw diversity in the political outlook of the two. On major issues concerning the world, the Old Man and the Old Lady had differing opinions.
In them, we learnt the power of disagreements, of dialogue and the essence of living with diversity in thinking.
Success is not about the ability to create a definitive dogmatic end state; it is about the unfolding of thought processes, of dialogue and continuum.

Two years back, at the age of eighty-two, Mother had a paralytic stroke and was lying in a government hospital in Bhubaneswar. I flew down from the US where I was serving my second stint, to see her. I spent two weeks with her in the hospital as she remained in a paralytic state. She was neither getting better nor moving on. Eventually I had to return to work. While leaving her behind, I kissed her face. In that paralytic state and a garbled voice, she said, “Why are you kissing me, go kiss the world.” Her river was nearing its journey, at the confluence of life and death, this woman who came to India as a refugee, raised by a widowed Mother, no more educated than high school, married to an anonymous government servant whose last salary was Rupees Three Hundred, robbed of her eyesight
by fate and crowned by adversity was telling me to go and kiss the world!

Success to me is about Vision. It is the ability to rise above the immediacy of pain. It is about imagination. It is about sensitivity to small people. It is about building inclusion. It is about connectedness to a larger world existence. It is about personal tenacity. It is about giving back more to life than you take out of it. It is about creating extra-ordinary success with ordinary lives.

Thank you very much; I wish you good luck and God’s speed.

Go! kiss the world ! ! !

I searched God…. on a rocking chair…of my Grandfather…the crackling voice getting into my ears..
the whole House empty… ..Living with him for past 25 years….His demise filled my mind with endless questions… whts d purpose of our existence… whts d need..why are we born..
Who has answers…. all have myraid questions… cold questions… as if the silence is getting into the darkness and becoming one…. as if there is hot blood puring out from an iceburg…
absorbing the soul of humanity…. Silence disturbing the mind…
God or devil? are they one? are they 2 sides of a coin?… funny ain’t it… in our subconcious mind…we have all this embedded..
as soon as our mind gets into any activity that relates to.. death and life and supernatural God.. our unconcious brain strats functioning..
and we become inquisitive…
And honestly the answers comes from the inside world not outside…
Who is GOD?? IS he there??? , if he is , why cant I see Him? Why cant i Feel him? Why cant he talk to me? , Why can’t?
Spirituality is the “IN” thing today… people talk abt it… lots and lots… But do we know what is it…
the real people who get into spirituality… minimize there needs and live a normal lyf between us… they are one of among us….
But wid d aura on there face one can tell …it’s someone with high intellects…Where is GOd… is he is there why does he not help… why does he not listen…While i was in that thought process.. felt someone’s hand on my shoulder…
Was one of my very aged aunt…
she understood my condition.. she shared a story with me .. which gave me an inside..and opned me to a new intellectual world…
Open up ur brains , while I share the same with you…
A Customer Goes to a small Saloon.. the person gets seated on the chair.. while the customer awaits for his turn, they start to have a conversation.
A conversation which inturn turned to the debate on Existence of God.. The Owner gives the customer a haircut..

Owner:”There is nothing like God friend.If he had been there..d World wud be a better place.. ther wud be no diseases.. no pain.. no misery ..
no rich.. no poor… no hunger.. no painful deaths…

Look at what has happened.. the world has turned ugly.. people cheat each other.. Money is God..
there is no God in real..”

Customer:” We all are accountable for the Karma of  our past births.. Whatever we do .. we are accountable for it.. Someone is there to keep an eye..always… and we forget it…mostly..

Owner: ” I don’t think so, Look at rich eating money and getting richer and prospering day by day. what do u say on that”

Customer:” Child,wht is prosperity for us now?, a person buying a big house? buying a big car? going abroad?speding money on vacations?,using best luxaries?, dat sit”.       think.. is that prosperity? it’s materialistic prosperity.. and trust me if you have used bad means to get that prosperity.. either you.. or your family , or your coming generation will have to repay it.” Think child.. of the people whom u call have prospered.. go back to memories.. think abt the one’s who are rich by bad means.. and then think what do they have now.. money.. maybe yes.. but peep into there house.. u know the real story…, then u decide.. so we pay back according to Karma or past karma or kour near and and dear one’s pay for it..?”
Owner: :I agree to some extent but i still feel there is No GOD”.

Customer: “Smiles blissfully , while his haircut is complete”.Gets up and  Stands at the enterance of the Saloon,he cud see a shabby begger.. with long hair and untrimmed beard. He goes back to the Owner and says ,there are no bARBER’S in the world…

Owner: “what the hell  are u saying”, are u mad.. moron?”
Customer: NO there are no barber’s in the world..
Owner: “I think u are mad..i just gave u a cut how cud u say that”.
Customer: If there had been Barber’s in the world.. No man wud be having untrimmed hair and beard..pointing his finger to the shabby begger walking outside”
Owner: ” Are u out of your head.. if he wants a cut.. he has to come to me ..i dont have to go to him”.
Customer: Exactly my child.. if you want his help.. u have to go to him.. he will not come to you”. If you ask 10 things from God and he fulfills 3, that does not mean he is not listening. That means he listens but to limited wants.But that does not mean he is not there, and he does not listen…”
The Owner has tears in his eyes…
Customer: “Tears takes you closer to God, purifies you”.
Owner:”How will i reach him”
Customer: 2 ways, 1 go to his shop directly or hold someone’s hand who is already inside his shop.(A Guru, a path shower).     Stand in front of the mirror, what do you see..ur body. Wen your own body is not yours, who else will be yours.

The story ended…

The aunt continued…

A small child when asked his father , “Where is God Papa”, Father pointed the finger at heaven.. He stays there…

Y do we say that… ? Ever thought of it?

He is inside us…We just have to find him.. meet him… Imagine.. a big large Aura.. which has all the souls inside it.. and our tiny souls are a part of that soul… so the soul is always happy to reutn to the bigger soul… where it can be Complete… An ultimate Nirvana…

Imagine .. wen a child dies or anyone in ur family dies, how painful it is to overcome.. ever imagined, how painful is it for God to decide , whose life to end whose to remain… after all we are all his children.
She told me this and went to the other room… bysaying.. “Faith is the soul…” We dont need to be petrified , we just have to believe… and she left the room…
Once again it was silence in the room, the chair making no more voices…
but this silence was peaceful and filled with tranquility… D hunger had been fed… d thoughts got a new direction…

Is God Existing? Shall we believe in Him?


An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem
science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and……

So you believe in God?

Absolutely, sir.

Is God good?


Is God all-powerful?

: Yes..

My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him.
Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn ‘ t.
How is this God good then?

(Student is silent.)

You can ‘ t answer, can you? Let ‘ s start again, young fella. Is God good?


Is Satan good?

: No.

Where does Satan come from?


That ‘ s right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?


Evil is everywhere, isn ‘ t it? And God did make everything. Correct?


So who created evil?
(Student does not answer.)

Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible
things exist in the world, don ‘ t they?

Yes, sir.

So, who created them?
(Student has no answer.)

Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the
world around you.
Tell me, son…Have you ever seen God?

No, sir.

Tell us if you have ever heard your God?

No, sir.

Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God?
Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?

No, sir… I ‘ m afraid I haven ‘ t.

Yet you still believe in Him?


According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says
your GOD doesn ‘ t exist.
What do you say to that, son?

Nothing. I only have my faith.

Yes. Faith… And that is the problem science has.

Professor, is there such a thing as heat?


And is there such a thing as cold?


No sir. There isn ‘ t.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat,
white heat, a little heat or no heat..
But we don ‘ t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below
zero which is no heat, but we can ‘ t go any further after that.
There is no such thing as cold .. Cold is only a word we use to describe
the absence of heat.We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy  Cold is not
the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it .
(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?

Yes. What is night if there isn ‘ t darkness?

Student :
You ‘ re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can
have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light….But if you have
no light constantly, you have nothing and it ‘ s called darkness, isn ‘ t it?In
reality, darkness isn ‘ t. If it were you would be able to make darkness
darker, wouldn ‘ t you?

So what is the point you are making, young man?

Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

Flawed? Can you explain how?

Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and
then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the
concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir,
science can ‘ t even explain a thought.. It uses electricity and magnetism ,
but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.To view death
as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot
exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the
absence of it.Now tell me, Professor.Do you teach your students that
they evolved from a monkey?

If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course,
I do.

Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where
the argument is going.)

Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and
cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not
teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The
class is in uproar.)

Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor ‘ s brain?
(The class breaks out into laughter..)

: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor ‘ s brain, felt it,
touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to
the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says
that you have no brain,sir.With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust
your lectures, sir?(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student,
his face unfathomable.)

I guess you ‘ ll have to take them on faith, son.

That is it sir… The link between man & god is FAITH . That is all that
keeps things moving & alive.