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Life after marriage :)

A man & a woman who never met before, find themselves on upper & lower berth of a long distance train. At 2 am, the man leans over saying, “Ma’am, sorry to bother you, would you be kind enough to give me a 2nd blanket from the side table. Its awfully cold.

“I have a better idea”, she replied, “Just for tonight, why don’t we pretend that we are married !!”
“Great idea Madam.”. He replied in excitement.
She says,”Well then Get up & take it yourself.” 😀

Need of the hour !!

An anthropologist proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe.

He put a basket full of fruits near a tree and told the kids that who ever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run they all took each others hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats. When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the fruits for himself they said:

UBUNTU, how can one of us be happy if all the other ones are sad?”. ‘UBUNTU’ in the Xhosa culture means: “I am because we are

Really, something that the World needs to learn today!

The Silent Whispers

In the December of 2010, I got this wonderful opportunity to visit the ‘beauuuutiful‘ hill-station town of Manali. Manali is a small town in the Northern part of India, in the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh. Its a famous tourist place and a hill station with really peaceful and beautiful people. I call them ‘beautiful’ especially because, apart from having very warm hearts, they have these appealing ‘rosy cheeks’ :D Don’t get me wrong, but maybe its because of the climate !! Or maybe because ….

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Muslims are Terrorists ?? Really !!

I came across an article recently, that has been floating over the internet for some days. Quite thought provoking !!

 

I liked the answer of this Germaniun Muslim scholar when he was asked about terrorism and Islam: He said: Who started the first world war? … Muslims ? Who started the second world war? … Muslims ? Who killed about 20 millions of Aborigines in Australia? … Muslims ?? Who sent the nuclear bombs of Hiroshima and Nagasaki? M…uslims ?? Who killed more than 100 millions of Indians in North America? …… Muslims ?? Who killed more than 50 millions of Indians in south America? …. Muslims ?? Who took about 180 millions of African people as slaves and 88% of them died and was thrown in Atlantic ocean? Muslims ?? NO …. They weren’t Muslims!!! First of all, You have to define terrorism properly.. If a non-Muslim does something bad.. It is crime.. But .. If a Muslim commits the same.. He is a terrorist.. So first remove this double standard.. Then come to the point!!

 

Pretty True, huh !!

Be Kind :)

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an un-truth.
Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Bob Martin. Mrs. Brenn had watched Bob the year before, and had noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Bob could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Brenn would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big ‘F ‘ at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Brenn taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Bob’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Bob’s first grade teacher wrote, ‘Bob is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners… He is a joy to be around..’ His second grade teacher wrote, ‘Bob is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness, and life at home must be a struggle.’ His third grade teacher wrote, ‘His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn’t show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.’ Bob’s fourth grade teacher wrote, ‘Bob is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class.’

By now, Mrs. Brenn realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Bob’s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Brenn took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Bob stayed after school that day just long enough to say, ‘Mrs. Brenn , today you smelled just like my Mom used to.’ After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching, reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Brenn paid particular attention to Bob.

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Bob had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Bob became one of her ‘teacher’s pets..’

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Bob, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Bob. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Brenn that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer…. The letter was signed, Bob Martin, MD.
The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Bob said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Brenn might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Brenn did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Bob remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Martin whispered in Mrs. Brenn’s ear:
‘Thank you Mrs. Brenn for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.’
Mrs. Brenn, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, ‘Bob, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.’

Random acts of kindness, I think they call it! ‘Believe in Angels, and then return the favor

The Boy Story

For most people, Thanksgiving is a time to reflect on what we’ve been given and savor the scents of crisp autumn days and pumpkin pie. For me, it’s a little more complicated 🙂

One November afternoon when my daughter was in kindergarten, I picked her up after school. She bobbed out to the car and crawled into the back seat.

What did you do today?” I asked. She couldn’t wait to tell me.

We learned that boys are different from girls”, she chirped.

Looking into the rearview mirror, I could just see the top of her head.

My teacher told us that boys have a thing the girls don’t”, she added.

Well, yes they do..” I said cautiously.

I couldn’t think of anything else to say, so we were quiet for a moment. Then she piped up again. “That’s how girls know that boys are boys”, she said. “They see that thing that hangs down and they know that he is a boy.”

I mentally calculated the distance home. Our five-minute commute already felt like an hour.

Did you know that when the boys see a girl they puff up ?

My palms were beginning to sweat. “Um…well…

I was still searching for something new to say, to change the subject, when she asked, “Why do the girls like the boys to have those things ?

Well I didn’t know what to say. I mean, what woman hasn’t asked herself that question at least once?

Oh, well…um…” I stammered.

She didn’t wait for my answer. She had her own. “It’s cause it moves when they walk and then the girls see that and that’s when they know they are boys and that’s when they like them. Then the boy sees the girl and he puffs up, and then the girl knows he likes her, too. And then they get married. And then they get cooked.

That last part confused me a bit, but on the whole I thought she had a pretty good grasp on things.

As soon as we got home and I pulled into the garage, she hopped out of the car, fishing something out of her school bag.

I drew a picture”, she said. “Do you want to see ?

I wasn’t sure I did, but I looked at it anyway. I had to sit down.

There, all puffed up so to speak, looking mighty attractive for the ladies, was a crayon drawing of a great big Tom Turkey. His snood, the thing that hangs down over his beak, the thing that female turkeys find so irresistible, was magnificent. His tail feathers were standing tall and proud.

She was a little offended that I laughed so hard at her drawing, and I laughed until I cried. But when I told her I loved it – and I did – she got over her pique.

That was the end of that, for her anyway. But I’m not so lucky.

Every year I remember that conversation.

And to be honest, I haven’t looked at a turkey, or a man, the same way since. 😀

 

He was a young boy who lived with his elderly Mother. His mother wanted him to learn how to play the piano because she longed to hear her son play for her. She sent her son to a piano teacher who took Robby in, under her guidance. However, there was one small problem. Because Robby was not musically inclined and therefore was very slow in Learning. The teacher did not have much faith in the boy because of his Weakness. The mother was very enthusiastic and every week she would send Robby to the teacher. One day Robby stopped attending the piano lessons. The teacher thought that he had given up and in fact she was quite pleased since she did not give much hope to Robby.

Not long after, the piano teacher was given the task to organize a piano concert in town. She sent out circulars to invite the Students and public to attend the event. Suddenly, she received a call from Robby who offered to take part in the concert. The teacher told Robby that he was not good enough and that he was no longer a student since he had stopped coming for lessons. Robby begged her to give him a chance and promised that he would not let her down. Finally, she gave in and she put him to play last, hoping that he will Change his mind at the last minute. When the big day came, the hall was packed and the children gave their best performance.

Finally, it was Robby’s turn to play and as his name was announced, he walked in. He was not in proper attire and his hair was not properly groomed. The teacher was really nervous since Robby’s performance could spoil the whole evening’s brilliant performance. As Robby started playing, the crowd became silent and was amazed at the skill of this little boy. In fact, he gave the best performance of the evening. At the end of his presentation the crowd and the piano teacher gave him a standing ovation. The crowd asked Robby how he managed to play so brilliantly. With a microphone in front of him, he said, “I was not able to attend the weekly piano lessons as there was no one to send me because my Mother was sick with cancer. She just passed away this morning and I wanted her to hear me play. You see, this is the first time she is able to hear me play because when she was alive she was deaf and now I know, she is listening to me. I have to play my best for her!”

This is indeed a touching story of love and excellence. When you have a Passion and a reason to do something, you will surely excel. You may not be Talented or gifted but if you have a strong enough reason to do something, you will be able to tap into your inner God given potential.