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Heart of Gratitude

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: “I am blind, please help.” There were only a few coins in the hat.
A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.
Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, “Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?”
The man said, “I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.”
I wrote: “Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it.”
Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.
When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.Keep the faith and drop the fear.
The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!
Enjoy your day with a heart of gratitude.
A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: “I am blind, please help.” There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.
Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, “Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?”
The man said, “I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.”
I wrote: “Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it.”
Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.
When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear.Keep the faith and drop the fear.
The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…
And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!
Enjoy your day with a heart of gratitude.

Divorce in India is directly proportional to status of women in India.


Since childhood I have been hearing one term “Patience”, from the people surrounding me. Most of the time this word ironically was associated or used in context of women. Does a female since birth has this Godly quality? Or is it you people who teach her this?. Ofcourse it’s the last answer. Not much far , I just have to go back to 1990’s .

In India, females since birth are told myriad stories about how a female has to behave with a man, rather a husband. She is told being a female, the weaker sex, she has no right to display her power, her aggression, or her wildness. She merely has to live with a man for her entire life, being indifferent about her sadness or happiness. Each one of us have different lawyers of personalities. The sad part is as each lawyer is removed the face becomes more and more ugly.

A female married to an honorable man living in a well sophisticated society. The alcoholic man, who treats people nicely outside and at home abuses his wife and kid. The female can not think of divorce as she is not working , she since childhood is imbibed this Gyan that she needs to be married once and she has to stay with the guy, she cant come back to parents. Third is the kid, the kids needs are there and Fourth, but not the least , the society, the cruel society which will not let her live on her alone. Fearing about all the above she cant take a step and lives with the same man. Each second she spends with her becomes more gross for her life. She wishes to die once rather than dying every time. With every movement of Gate or any heavy noise, she fears, gives her Goosebumps. She feels free being caged in a room alone but not with the her husband anywhere.

This is just one example, situation is yet worse. So why do we boast about India having ideal number of marriages??. Guys wake up?, its not ideal marriages?, Its dominating one party and making her live that silence the entire life with the tag Married till died. Whom are we faking?, ourself? The world? Or the society?.

Marriages are compromises and both the people have to live together setting aside some part of there egoo’s and avoiding abuses which may provoke them to hit each other or verbally abuse each other. Both the sexes have to respect the dignity of the sacred relationship called marriage. Both of them have to give each other atleast the basic respect if they cant give each other love and time. But if the relation gets to verbal abuses and hitting, it needs a stand from another party. Divorce in India is directly proportional to status of women in India.

Today if we give a situation to Indian married females that, forget about society , forget about money part, and forget about your kids education , all of that will be taken care of. Do you wanna move out from marriage?. Don’t be surprised what most of them would say. In India most of the marriages are tied and live long cause of the reason of fear not because of love and bonding. Out of 100 maybe 1 case is reported to the police station.

Is it wrong that a person , be it a male or a female wants to move out from a relation cause of verbal abuses and violence?. Does any one cares about the effect the mental torture that the person and the kids face. The humiliation and disgust can sink the victim party into more vicious circle. Moreover a female normally with all this mental torture and disgust sinks into depression or silence and when she revolts back, she might hit herself hard or she might do something which would make her hate herself more or might just leave herself to sink into the emptiness of relations. Violence , abuses, hitting, all this puts a stamp on those who cant respect women.

Most of the people in this world are like this. Male being feeling proud on dominating. Why do they forget they are born out of a women and if they cant respect a women. They would never be able to have a happy life. Whatever we do, comes back to us in some or the other way.

No marriage is perfect, there is nothing like perfect pair or perfect couple. It is a union of confluence of ideas and visions of two people. It’s just about how much efforts both the parties are doing to make it successful. Respect each other’s individuality and things can surely work.

Abuses and hits will only lead both of you to a black start end. Everyone has a right for individual freedom. You are the master of your life. Chose wisely. We cant chose our parents,but we can chose our friends and life partner and your boy friends. Remember love with never come up with hitting and abuses. Love comes with respecting each other.


Tribute to my Nani Ma


The bond that a person develops with his mother can never be severed. You grew as a tiny soul inside her for nine months. She carried you and sustained you, sharing her sustenance with you through your umbrilical cord. When you are born the cord is severed. It is never severed in her heart. That bond lasts forever.
As we grow up we become our own people and may come to forget that woman who nurtured and loved us. Now that she is no more with us , we will always remember her for her teachings , her smile, her small small ways to take care of everyone, her good wishes and everything.
We will look for her in people we meet, we will look for her voice and for her words and many times will look beyond human understanding and belives.
She was an angel for most of us, gave us values and self awareness. She has guided us through life with her wisdom, her God’s light.She steers us from wrong and leads us toward right way . She laughed with us in happy times and comforted our tears in bad one’s.
She does not need not a halo, or any silken wings honestly , even when her body was taken away , to be burned, I could see , the glory of God’s blessing on her , her face scintillating in a mesmerizing manner. Blissful and pulverizing experience.
My angel, can be replaced by anyone else.
She will always live in our hearts and our minds. We will always embrace her in our thoughts. We will never forget you and never stop loving you. All of us will Miss u ! Always…

May her soul rest in peace.

You are the master of your own life…


A 3 year old child loves to run in the house freely, without any boundations. The mother puts a new Kashmiri carpet in the floor and now the child is told not to run inside the drawing room. Now the child cant run freely , he feels restricted and in few days gets used to this border line created by his mother.

Now even for him, decency is not to spoil the new carpet , even if he has to put hold on his steps. Out of dear and out of force.

All of us are a victim of the same in soo many ways ,this is just a mere example. Since we were born and opened our tiny eyes, we have been accustomed to soo many restrictions like these, with fear and force not with natural instinct.

We are told wht is wrong and what is right. We are not given a chance to decide, as we are small, and as time passes by, we get soo used to all these restrictions, that we give the sam e to our children. Why not we think of giving them freedom of choice and expression. Freedom of being decent in his own way.


Society is hypocrite, those who behave decent are decent?. Hoho! Dats how it works in this world. Those who open there mouth against whts going on are indecent.! What an irony. And we say we live in a place of democracy, where we have the  freedom of speech and expression.

An political leader  who works on women empowerment in front of the people in real beats his wife at home?. Decent in public and indecent at home. But NO we dnt call him indecent as today deceny is all about how you behave among people. Your real face .. never comes up, which is rather far more ugly…

What is good and what is bad? Who has decided it? God? No, it’s us , humans , it’s the society which has decided all this.

Which God says , worship me daily?? Or u go to hell?. Which God says , you drink and fag, you go to hell??. Who has heard him say this? No one.. God never says THIS .. we say all this.. categorizing good and categorizing bad..  as for us .. it would be betterment for the society.  

I have seen soo many of my friends who are married, they are restricted to smoke and drink @ home, from there stubborn wife’s , so they smoke and drink@ outside, like a thief. And before going home use all kinds of chlomints and different things, to get rid form the smell.  Fear, a factor, which has it’s shadow on all of us , in some of the other way.

Ffear is the crux of religion. Decent society , we wanna make one. But just from the outer side , what about inside?. To make this society decent, we hold ourself soo many times?, we get soo accustomed of living with that fear, that we cant even decide freely.

How many times do we hear our feelings? . Yeah I know this term looks familiar, instead very familiar. Much talked about these days.

Feelings are of 2 types, natural and fabricated…  Natural is when we react naturally in a free manner . Fabricated is when we have undergone the same situation and in our subconscious mind we remember what had happned last time. SO this time we behave in a better way. This is a fabricated feeling . Most of us can’t judge between which is natural and which is fabricated.

You see a child at a mall ,instantly feel like hugging him, as he is too adorable ,  you really  liked that little fellow , you want to hug him, but you resist, reason last time u pulled a cheek of a little kid , the mother had reprimand  you. So this time you resist it , with all it takes. Now one is the natural feeling which you put a fullstop on as people dnt call it decent. You cant hug your male friends in front of there spouse, as people call it indecent. Before a female gets married , you can be friends , real good friends , but once she is into the marriage trap , you cant expect anything, not even friendship , as for the society it would not be decent. You SOo many restrictions by the society, and society made by us , irony. At times I wonder do we live for ourself or for the society ??.

Listen to your inner feelings , dnt ignore them. They are pure and innocent as a new born. They don’t urge you for doing worst things, but for some of the best moments of life, which you would cherish when that person is far, or would go away, or dies.

Nothing is wrong or nothing is right, our karma are what we decide to chose and we get results accordingly.  Don’t restrict as restrictions in relations would not lead to a more bonded family,or more bonded relation. It would rather fill with a feeling of unexpression. Don’t force to change the person you love and don’t change yourself too for someone. Rather let the person realize it with time. Use emotions and cuddles to change things for the betterment of 2 people. Force might effect in short term, but in longer term it’  would be more like as if someone has imposed sumthing on you, and you just have to follow it , as you have no choice. And like the little child you get accustomed to not going to the drawing room as it is not decent.  

Maybe next time you feel like hugging someone , be it a person , be it a pet , be it anyone. Go ahead.  Hugs are one of the most purest form of expression of love, when done with a n honest heart. Most of us miss Hugs  and we don’t even know it.

It’s us who need to decide for ourselves what is good and what is bad, without the fear of what people would say and think. As it is your life and your conscious decisions.

Love life and enjoy the small moments you get, as these are the moments which would help you know urself better  and will help you ease off from the heavy restrictions given by the society.

I would just end by saying “ We are the master of our own life’s”, we must say this to ourself in times when we need to change the direction of our sail. People will always talk , as it’s how it works in this materialistic world, but do what your want, what u feel is right for you. Maybe that decision at times turns to be  wrong for future , but you would atleast be happy that whatever , u atleast head your inner feelings and did what u wanted.

Trust me , one day wen u have money , fame, have fulfilled your responsibility , have fulfilled all your mental and physical needs, you would need emotional support, dats like 2 old people in 70’s or sumthing  walking on a beach holding hands. At that moment you can be with anyone ,be it your wife, be it your old friend, anyone  with whom you  can be youself, without any restrictions, you can talk and share what you want and looking into the eyes of each other , you know that person is surely one of the best one you have met in your life span. As the winds start blowing high.You just come a little closer and remain silent.


True Story of a Puppy

05122009It’s a Story of me … I am Pluto … the name given by Children to me ..  Yeah M a dog ….

I opened my eyes for the first time in this world.. and started crying … my mother , who was trying to protect me from all the outsiders who could harm me or take me away from her…. She was wiping me with her warm tongue … again and again…  that feeling was soo blissful…

I slept whole day …  my days went on with milk and my nothing mattered for me … and moreover I did nt knew…

For 10-15 days .. We were with Our mom, the last image I have for her is of a small dog , white in color .. with beautiful black eyes…

The very next thing I realize is I am not alone … there are more… maybe 4 or 5…

I realized I am a puppy… A street puppy…  I was soo scared with this damn world… not just with Humans….  With everything … I used my tiny voice ..tried to raise it as much as I could .. and tried to create my impression.. that I have a say .. a Voice …

But never worked… I could see Humans smiling … kids coming near me with excitement … Wen I was scary .. wen I wanted to be left alone.. I never liked them touching me … and pamerpering me .. soo hard that it could stop my breath for moments…

There were more ..some tried to take me as up in arms as they could and swing me … Bloddy hell as if … I am in a rolarcoaster… I went wacko!…. mad.. butterflies in my stomatch… I cud puke any moment …

Just feel like shouting … Next time u are born .. I will be a human and do the same to you.. then maybe you understand …

Some used to come to me and give me water and milk and some bread.. or soo many leftovers… I was too small to recognize who they were .. as I was more scared.. then Happy.. The only thing I was happy was my mom near me and my food.. which after all was Milk .. inspite of people giving me ‘N’ number of different things…

I was born in one of the Bushes … wherein my mom somehow managed to keep us surviving .. Don’t evn know who was my father… and it hardly makes a difference . M a dog… afterall… Dnt have to take admissions and don’t have to answer socities… In someway or the other .. I am better than you all… humans..

Children and people of all ages used to come near us .. as if we are a miracle.. soo many activities near me .. used to scare me …  the voice that I tried to create out of anger turned out to be fun for Kids and watchers…  M I a toy??. Cant you leave me alone?? M already soo scared in this damn world… Y don’t u guys understand ..

If u bloddy have the guts … Adopt me … huh! Naah u cant do that …

U live in a hypocrisy … u want sumthing .. but don’t wanna do it .. coz u fear.. people .. surroundings… I would never be like you wen I grow up… I wud do what I want …

2 kids picked up my 2 brothers who were beautiful than me … luckily adopted them… I hope they have a happy family now….

Very next day … my mum went away … where I dunoo.. dat was the last day we saw her …. She left us .. How cud she … how can a mother go ???….. but she went away ….or shes dead ..dunoo..  I was left with one of my bro .. dat sit …

The feeling without the … the one who loves you and cares for you is like .. you are alive but your body  aint working…  What do we do now??… we tried to hide in hideouts .. never used to come out.. someone managed in this cold …..

Now without mum this was  our first night..she used to protect us from everything and also cold… now .. this was wen we realized wht is cold … we started feeling cold.. this was a new feeling for us … we tried to hug each other to stay warm and cozy ..  it somehow worked…

Maybe God has made us like that … given us the skills to live in this cruel harsh world… One fighting the battle alone.. one losing it … it cud be anyway ..

I tried to live with my life… with my bro.. then one day ..the nightmare came… We were in one of our hideouts… A kid left us some food .. so we were busy eating that … Saw a person coming with a cycle near us …  we left the food immediately and tried to get into the hideout wherein No one can come…

But I was lucky to get into it and my bro was caught… the guy took him away …  I was only screaming and shouting … and was helpless. My eyes were teary , my only hope to live was going and I cud not do anything about it..

Separated from my mother… my brother my sisters… why Do I live… Y did he leave me .. He could have taken me too…

I cried as much as I Cud… for hours… the people kept on coming and looking at me by peeking into the whole… Sympathizing  …with me…  laughing at me … and I was helpless.. crying and crying and getting more petrified .. with each one coming near me …

Y do you all do this? How will u feel if I take ur new born brother away from you?. Ever imaged this ? If ma Dog… Does that mean I Don’t feel… Humans are soo indifferent..  only care about what they want … and nothing else.. selfish Morons…

Now m alone .. in this damn cruel world… one day someone will come and eat me or someone will take me home.. or I will always be one entertainment channel for the colony people or kids…

Dedicated to Babes’ Pups…

Pain, Killing softly


Sometimes we all feel pain… someway or the other…. All of us go through this phase in lyf  which in turn is the biggest teacher… AT time we have pain …

we undergo an emotion of pain…  for that one momenent , wherein the pain is intense we cant control it…  FOr that one minute the pain kills… and how does one feel….  m trying to put those into words…

At times you feel as if you were a pawn in a vicious game… a game where in  the rules were not made by you.  At times you feel why do you really go ahead, when you know what would be the real result.  You don’t actually regret that you were  a part of a game….. but yes you feel like a victim, shackled in chains , waiting  to unleash and fly.

Life is not made up of series  of accidents , its rather situations linked as if a silken thread has woven them together…… Pain and the pleasure comes together, what shall it be treated as, Pain or pleasure?. Or both?. Pain is transient , but the time it last is pulverizing …

What do you feel when an emptiness  remains…..  one moves on by picking up the threads…. At times this increases… the feeling of pain and agony increases….  And it’s uncontrollable.. unstoppable …. U cant stand it and you cant throw it… u have to bear it…

Clinging on dead things …  bearing the strentch of decay and bitterness… A feeling … as if ..

U trip.. fell off the edge …Sinking into this feeling … sinking and sinking .. with nothing to hold on…struggling to afloat .. but you can’t…

Gathering in my soul… an army of marching emotions… I can feel the sensations moving ..from my heart to my soul.. to my spirit…

An Army of emotions…passion, compassion, pain.. an army that grows larger…with each step taken…with each breath inhaled…  Force soo irresistible a tornado…  leaving devastation and depression in its way …dnt gaze in the eyes of this storm..

Deep thriving hunger of emotions… it dosen’t stop , dosen’t want to be chained, cant be tamed… it never stops , augmenting the pace with each blood drop…reaching my head.. and my soul… Killing me softly

It feels as if I am in a Box, sealed from all the sides.. Cant breathe, cant see, cant feel, but I live.. At last it’s there … It reached me.. pushing down the walls…pushing each obstacle away …it came to me…Deeply Entranched …..

Now what next …. Now its hitting with a greater force….I cant stand it anynmore… Wher’s the exit to this pain…. I see alas… Death ends it all… Finding a beautiful light coming to me… Light that’s brighter then sun… I cant even open my eyes…

At last It came … my craving ends I feel… I smile in pain…finding the exit soul wishes to elude..

The passion is overflowing …. Overwhelming in pain..M I enjoying Sadism … or is it…the stark truth of life..??

Dirifting towards this light .. which is your narrow escape…

The light came near me and got into me.. absorbing me .. minutely… covering all over… at the end … you find ethernal pleasure … an extremely sweet release to Nirvana…

PARENTS…what do they want from children?

This was narrated at a Seminar recently on Human Relations

Venkatesh Balasubramaniam (who works for IIT) describes how his gesture of booking an air ticket for his father, his maiden
flight, brought forth a rush of emotions and made him (Venkatesh) realize that how much we all take for granted when it comes to our parents.

My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact, my father had never traveled by air before, so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the same. In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Jet Airways.
The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had booked them by air. The excitement was very apparent on his face, waiting for the time of travel. Just like a school boy, he was preparing himself on that day and we all went to the airport, right from using the trolley for his luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for a window seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and I, too, was overcome with joy watching him experience all these things.

As they were about to go in for the security check-in, he walked up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked me. He became very emotional and it was not as if I had done something great but the fact that this meant a great deal to him. When he said thanks, I told him there was no need to thank me. But later, thinking about the entire incident, I looked back at my life.
As a child, how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding the financial situation, we ask for cricket bats, dresses, toys, outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have catered to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they had to make to accommodate many of our wishes? Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us?
Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should put them in a good school. Regardless of the amount of donation, we will ensure that we will have t give the child the best, theme parks, toys, etc. But we tend to forget that our parents have sacrificed a lot for our sake to see us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are realized and what they failed to see when they were young. It is our responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is complete.

Many times, when my parents had asked me some questions, I have actually answered back without patience. When my daughter asks me something, I have been very polite in answering. Now I realize how they would have felt at those moments. Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just as we take care of our children, the same attention and same care needs to be given to our parents and elders. Quality time and politely answering them with out making them wait is important. Now I realize that I must look at their eyes and answer them pleasantly and pretend to be reading papers and answer in mono syllables. Rather than my dad saying thank you to me, I would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. I do realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do my best to give the best possible attention to all their wishes.

Just because they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too.

Take care of your parents. THEY ARE PRECIOUS.

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 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…