Monday, 29 June 2015

ALL ARE BEGGARS - A STORY

"When Akbar was Emperor of Delhi there lived a hermit in a hut in the forest. Many people visited the holy man. At one time he felt a great desire to entertain his visitors.

But how could he do so without money? So he decided to go to the Emperor for help, for the gate of Akbar's palace was always open to holy men.

The hermit entered the palace while the Emperor was at his daily devotions and took a seat in a corner of the room. He heard the Emperor conclude his worship with the prayer, 'O God, give me money; give me riches', and so on and so forth.

When the hermit heard this he was about to leave the prayer hall; but the Emperor signed to him to wait.

When the prayer was over, Akbar said to him, 'You came to see me; how is it that you were about to leave without saying anything to me?'

 'Your Majesty need not trouble yourself about it', answered the hermit. 'I must leave now.'

When the Emperor insisted, the hermit said, 'Many people visit my hut, and so I came here to ask you for some money.' 'Then', said Akbar, 'why were you going away without speaking to me?'

The hermit replied: 'I found that you too were a beggar; you too prayed to God for money and riches. Thereupon I said to myself, "Why should I beg of a beggar? If I must beg, let me beg of God." ' "

MORAL:

So, whether he is a beggar or a king, everyone has a desire for more wealth.  No one cares for his own Self development.

Thursday, 21 May 2015

AN INCIDENT IN SOME KARNATAKA SCHOOLS, INDIA

In Karnataka, India, recently a few days back, the teachers evaluated the answer sheets of students who had appeared for the school final (10th Std) Board exams.  Some students in a school had written in their answer sheets some requests like the following:

"Dear Sir, In my class, there was no teacher for mathematics.  A new teacher came just 15 days before the exams and covered all the chapters within 15 days that we were unable to follow.  So, please give me qualifying pass marks"

Another student:

As there were no teachers in my kannada medium school, I joined in this English medium school.  I could not follow English medium suddenly.  So, please give me qualifying pass marks treating me as your son"

Another student had threatened in his answer sheet:

"Sir, if you do not offer me pass marks, I will send evil spirits on you."

Another student had written the recipe for preparing Chicken sambar (A dish in South India)"

Interesting.   Isn't it?

Sunday, 17 May 2015

SELF DEVELOPMENT STORY: COCKROACH THEORY

A NICE STORY:

The cockroach theory:

At a restaurant, a cockroach suddenly flew from somewhere and sat on a lady.

She started screaming out of fear.

With a panic stricken face and trembling voice,she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach.

Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group also got panicky.

The lady finally managed to push the cockroach away but ...it landed on another lady in the group.

Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.

The waiter rushed forward to their rescue.

In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter.

The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt.

When he was confident enough, he grabbed it with his fingers and threw it out of the restaurant.

Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach
responsible for their histrionic behavior?

If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed?

He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.

It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.

I realized that, it is not the shouting of my father or my boss or my wife that disturbs me, but it's my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.

It's not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.

More than the problem, it's my reaction to the problem that creates chaos in my life.

MORAL OF THIS STORY:

Understand, do not react in life.  Always respond.

The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.

Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always well thought of.

A beautiful way to understand............LIFE.

Person who is HAPPY is not because Everything is RIGHT in his Life.. but because his Attitude towards Everything in his Life is Right..!!

Saturday, 16 May 2015

STORY: TREAT YOUR PARENTS WITH DIGNITY

 A HEART TOUCHING STORY:

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it every day. He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow. He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by, the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.

“Come and play with me”, the tree asked the boy.

Boy:  “I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees anymore” the boy replied. “I want toys. I need money to buy them.”

Tree:  “Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.”

The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad.

One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.

“Come and play with me” the tree said.

“I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”

“Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.” So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.

The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.

“Come and play with me!” the tree said.

“I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man.

“Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.”

So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years.

“Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you”, the tree said.

“No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite” the man replied.

Tree : “No more trunk for you to climb on.”

“I am too old for that now” the man said.

“I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears.

“I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.

“Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit down with me and rest.” The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.

This is a story of everyone. The tree is like our parents. When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad.

When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.

No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could just to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents.

We take them for granted; we don’t appreciate all they do for us, until it’s too late.






MORAL:

Treat your parents with loving care…. For you will know their value, when you see their empty chair…

We never know the love of our parents for us.

A STUDENT STORY

MY MOTHER

A 5th class student attended his school exam.

He was given his Question Paper:


There was a question:

"Write an essay about your MOTHER in 200 words."
Given time half an hour.

A boy finished the paper in first minute itself.

He just wrote one sentence, but he got full marks by the teacher for his openness.

That one sentence was:

"Any combination of 26 alphabets can never explain MY MOTHER"