Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Affluenza
Affluenza is a term used by critics of consumerism, a portmanteau of affluence and influenza. Sources define this term as follows:
- affluenza, n. a painful, contagious, socially transmitted condition of overload, debt, anxiety and waste resulting from the dogged pursuit of more.
- affluenza, n. 1. The bloated, sluggish, and unfulfilled feeling that results from efforts to keep up with the Joneses. 2. An epidemic of stress, overwork, waste and indebtedness caused by the pursuit of the American Dream. 3. An unsustainable addiction to economic growth.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Steve Jobs..
I was sad to receive the news of Steve Jobs' untimely death. Ironically on my ipad. The world is a much better place because of his amazing inventions.
Steve Job’s own perspective on death:
“Death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it….death is very likely the best invention of life. It is a change agent. It clears out the old and makes way for the new. Remembering you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose”.
Steve Jobs’ 2005 Stanford Commencement Address
Steve Job’s own perspective on death:
“Death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it….death is very likely the best invention of life. It is a change agent. It clears out the old and makes way for the new. Remembering you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose”.
Steve Jobs’ 2005 Stanford Commencement Address
Monday, September 19, 2011
Introspection..
હીન્દુઓ ભગવદ્ ગીતા વાંચે છે. મુસલમાનો કુરાન વાંચે છે. ખ્રીસ્તીઓ બાઈબલ વાંચે છે. બૌદ્ધો ધમ્મપદ વાંચે છે. જૈનો સમણસુત્તં વાચે છે. એવું તે શું છે કે જે કશુંક વંચાય એની અસર જીવનનના વ્યવહાર પર પડતી નથી ? ક્યારેક તો ધર્મગ્રંથોનું વાચન માણસમાં ધાર્મીક હોવાનું મીથ્યાભીમાન જગાડનારું બની રહે છે. ગીતા વાંચનારાનું જીવન કોરું રહી જાય છે. કુરાન મોઢે હોય તોય જીવનમાં ઝનુનની બોલબાલા! ધર્મ સાથે જીવનના કેવા છુટાછેડા!
વર્ષો પહેલાં બનેલો એક સાચો પ્રસંગ યાદ આવે છે. મારા ઘરથી થોડાક અન્તરે ગુજરાત ઈલેક્ટ્રીસીટી બોર્ડ (જીઈબી)ની હાઉસીંગ કૉલોની છે. એક સાંજે હું ઘરના હીંચકે બેઠો હતો અને એક યુવાન એન્જીનીયર મળવા માટે આવી પહોંચ્યો. એ મારો વાચક હશે એથી અત્યન્ત વીનયપુર્વક એણે પ્રશ્ન પુછયો: ‘સર ! હું કૃષ્ણભક્ત છું અને તમને પણ વાંચું છું. મારે જીવનમાં કૃષ્ણમય બનવા માટે શું કરવું જોઈએ ?’ આવો વજનદાર પ્રશ્ન સાંભળીને હું ઝટ કશુંય બોલી ન શક્યો.
કદાચ ત્યારે મારો મુડ સાવ જુદો હતો. મેં એ યુવાનને કહ્યું: ‘ગીતા વાંચવાનું બન્ધ કરી દેવું જોઈએ.’ મારી આ વાત સાંભળીને એ યુવાન ભારે નીરાશ થયો. એણે કહ્યું: ‘સર ! હું તમારી પાસે બહુ ઉંચી અપેક્ષા સાથે આવ્યો હતો. તમે મને નીરાશ કર્યો છે.’ એ યુવાન જવાની તૈયારીમાં હતો ત્યારે મેં એને મારા જવાબનો મર્મ સમજાવ્યો.
મે કહ્યું: ‘દોસ્ત ! તું એક કામ કર. આવતા છ મહીના સુધી ગીતા બાજુએ મુકી દે. તારી ઑફીસમાં પાંચ મીનીટ વહેલો પહોંચી જજે અને સમય પુરો થાય પછી પાંચ મીનીટ બાદ ઑફીસ છોડજે. ખુરસી પર બેઠો હોય ત્યારે દુરથી કોઈ ગામડીયો વીજળીની મુશ્કેલી અંગે તારી પાસે કામ લઈને આવે ત્યારે તું એનું વાજબી કામ એવી રીતે કરી આપજે, જાણે એ ગામડીયો ગોકુળથી આવેલો કૃષ્ણ જ હોય ! તું આ વાતનો અમલ છ મહીના માટે કર પછી ફરીથી મને મળવા આવજે. તને જરુર સમજાશે કે ગીતા વાંચવાની જરુર નથી. જો તું આ પ્રમાણે ન કરે તો ગીતા વાંચવાનો કોઈ જ અર્થ નથી.’ વર્ષો વીતી ગયાં તોય એ યુવાન હજી મને મળવા આવ્યો નથી.
આ જગતમાં બે ગીતા છે. એક કાગળ પર છપાયેલી પોથીગીતા અને બીજી છે જીવનગીતા. આવું જ કુરાન માટે અને બાઈબલ માટે પણ કહી શકાય. ‘જીવનગીતા’ કે ‘જીવનકુરાન’ વીના ધર્મ પોથીમાંનું રીંગણું બની રહે છે. ધર્મ અને જીવન વચ્ચેના આવા છુટાછેડા થઈ જાય પછી જે બચે છે એ કેવળ બાહ્યાચાર છે. સાધુ ગીતા જીવે છે. ફકીર કુરાન જીવે છે. ગીતા કે કુરાન કંઠસ્થ કરવામાં મીથ્યાભીમાન રહેલું છે. ધર્મગ્રન્થોનો પોપટપાઠ માણસનો અહંકાર વધારે છે.
વર્ષો પહેલાં બનેલો એક સાચો પ્રસંગ યાદ આવે છે. મારા ઘરથી થોડાક અન્તરે ગુજરાત ઈલેક્ટ્રીસીટી બોર્ડ (જીઈબી)ની હાઉસીંગ કૉલોની છે. એક સાંજે હું ઘરના હીંચકે બેઠો હતો અને એક યુવાન એન્જીનીયર મળવા માટે આવી પહોંચ્યો. એ મારો વાચક હશે એથી અત્યન્ત વીનયપુર્વક એણે પ્રશ્ન પુછયો: ‘સર ! હું કૃષ્ણભક્ત છું અને તમને પણ વાંચું છું. મારે જીવનમાં કૃષ્ણમય બનવા માટે શું કરવું જોઈએ ?’ આવો વજનદાર પ્રશ્ન સાંભળીને હું ઝટ કશુંય બોલી ન શક્યો.
કદાચ ત્યારે મારો મુડ સાવ જુદો હતો. મેં એ યુવાનને કહ્યું: ‘ગીતા વાંચવાનું બન્ધ કરી દેવું જોઈએ.’ મારી આ વાત સાંભળીને એ યુવાન ભારે નીરાશ થયો. એણે કહ્યું: ‘સર ! હું તમારી પાસે બહુ ઉંચી અપેક્ષા સાથે આવ્યો હતો. તમે મને નીરાશ કર્યો છે.’ એ યુવાન જવાની તૈયારીમાં હતો ત્યારે મેં એને મારા જવાબનો મર્મ સમજાવ્યો.
મે કહ્યું: ‘દોસ્ત ! તું એક કામ કર. આવતા છ મહીના સુધી ગીતા બાજુએ મુકી દે. તારી ઑફીસમાં પાંચ મીનીટ વહેલો પહોંચી જજે અને સમય પુરો થાય પછી પાંચ મીનીટ બાદ ઑફીસ છોડજે. ખુરસી પર બેઠો હોય ત્યારે દુરથી કોઈ ગામડીયો વીજળીની મુશ્કેલી અંગે તારી પાસે કામ લઈને આવે ત્યારે તું એનું વાજબી કામ એવી રીતે કરી આપજે, જાણે એ ગામડીયો ગોકુળથી આવેલો કૃષ્ણ જ હોય ! તું આ વાતનો અમલ છ મહીના માટે કર પછી ફરીથી મને મળવા આવજે. તને જરુર સમજાશે કે ગીતા વાંચવાની જરુર નથી. જો તું આ પ્રમાણે ન કરે તો ગીતા વાંચવાનો કોઈ જ અર્થ નથી.’ વર્ષો વીતી ગયાં તોય એ યુવાન હજી મને મળવા આવ્યો નથી.
આ જગતમાં બે ગીતા છે. એક કાગળ પર છપાયેલી પોથીગીતા અને બીજી છે જીવનગીતા. આવું જ કુરાન માટે અને બાઈબલ માટે પણ કહી શકાય. ‘જીવનગીતા’ કે ‘જીવનકુરાન’ વીના ધર્મ પોથીમાંનું રીંગણું બની રહે છે. ધર્મ અને જીવન વચ્ચેના આવા છુટાછેડા થઈ જાય પછી જે બચે છે એ કેવળ બાહ્યાચાર છે. સાધુ ગીતા જીવે છે. ફકીર કુરાન જીવે છે. ગીતા કે કુરાન કંઠસ્થ કરવામાં મીથ્યાભીમાન રહેલું છે. ધર્મગ્રન્થોનો પોપટપાઠ માણસનો અહંકાર વધારે છે.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
The Italian Auction..
Chinese Ming vase is up for auction. The bidding opens at a half-million Euros. Bidding is brisk and each bidder is clearly identified as each raises the bid by 100,000 Euros. Within seconds, the bid stalls at one million Euros, and the gasp from the crowd identifies the excitement that prevails in the room.
The successful bidder is the last one who bid one million, and the auctioneer counts down the bid, "Going once, going twice, and sold to the gentleman sitting in front of me for one million Euros."
Now, you are going to have to see the video for yourself. The auctioneer is exuberant. The pace is fast. The conclusion? Priceless.
The successful bidder is the last one who bid one million, and the auctioneer counts down the bid, "Going once, going twice, and sold to the gentleman sitting in front of me for one million Euros."
Now, you are going to have to see the video for yourself. The auctioneer is exuberant. The pace is fast. The conclusion? Priceless.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Top Five Regrets of Life..
People grow a lot when they are faced with their own mortality. Never underestimate someone's capacity for growth. Some changes were phenomenal. Each experienced a variety of emotions, as expected, denial, fear, anger, remorse, more denial and eventually acceptance. Every single patient found their peace before they departed though, every one of them.
When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:
- I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me. This was the most common regret of all. When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people have not honored even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made. It is very important to try and honor at least some of your dreams along the way. From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realize, until they no longer have it.
- I wish I didn't work so hard. This came from every male patient that I nursed. They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship. Women also spoke of this regret. But as most were from an older generation, many of the female patients had not been breadwinners. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence. By simplifying your lifestyle and making conscious choices along the way, it is possible to not need the income that you think you do. And by creating more space in your life, you become happier and more open to new opportunities, ones more suited to your new lifestyle.
- I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings. Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result. We cannot control the reactions of others. However, although people may initially react when you change the way you are by speaking honestly, in the end it raises the relationship to a whole new and healthier level. Either that or it releases the unhealthy relationship from your life. Either way, you win.
- I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends. Often they would not truly realize the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying. It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to let friendships slip. But when you are faced with your approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. People do want to get their financial affairs in order if possible. But it is not money or status that holds the true importance for them. They want to get things in order more for the benefit of those they love. Usually though, they are too ill and weary to ever manage this task. It is all comes down to love and relationships in the end. That is all that remains in the final weeks, love and relationships.
- I wish that I had let myself be happier. This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realize until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called 'comfort' of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again. When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again, long before you are dying. Life is a choice. It is YOUR life. Choose consciously, choose wisely, choose honestly. Choose happiness.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
10 principles for Peace of Mind..!!!
- Do Not Interfere In Others' Business Unless Asked: Most of us create our own problems by interfering too often in others' affairs. We do so because somehow we have convinced ourselves that our way is the best way, our logic is the perfect logic and those who do not conform to our thinking must be criticized and steered to the right direction, our direction. This thinking denies the existence of individuality and consequently the existence of God. God has created each one of us in a unique way. No two human beings can think or act in exactly the same way. All men or women act the way they do because God within them prompts them that way. Mind your own business and you will keep your peace.
- Forgive And Forget: This is the most powerful aid to peace of mind. We often develop ill feelings inside our heart for the person who insults us or harms us. We nurture grievances. This in turn results in loss of sleep, development of stomach ulcers, and high blood pressure. This insult or injury was done once, but nourishing of grievance goes on forever by constantly remembering it. Get over this bad habit. Life is too short to waste in such trifles. Forgive & Forget, and march on. Love flourishes in giving and forgiving.
- Do Not Crave For Recognition: This world is full of selfish people. They seldom praise anybody without selfish motives. They may praise you today because you are in power, but no sooner than you are powerless, they will forget your achievement and will start finding faults in you. Why do you wish to kill yours lf in striving for their recognition? Their recognition is not worth the aggravation. Do your duties ethically and sincerely.
- Do Not Be Jealous: We all have experienced how jealousy can disturb our peace of mind. You know that you work harder than your colleagues in the office, but sometimes they get promotions; you do not. You started a business several years ago, but you are not as successful as your neighbor whose business is only one year old. There are several examples like these in everyday life. Should you be jealous? No. Remember everybody's life is shaped by his/her destiny, which has now become his/her reality. If you are destined to be rich, nothing in the world can stop you. If you are not so destined, no one can help you either. Nothing will be gained by blaming others for your misfortune. Jealousy will not get you anywhere; it will only take away your peace of mind.
- Change Yourself According To The Environment: If you try to change the environment single-handedly, the chances are you will fail. Instead, change yourself to suit your environment. As you do this, even the environment, which has been unfriendly to you, will mysteriously change and seem congenial and harmonious.
- Endure What Cannot Be Cured: This is the best way to turn a disadvantage into an advantage. Every day we face numerous inconveniences, ailments, irritations, and accidents that are beyond our control... If we cannot control them or change them, we must learn to put up with these things. We must learn to endure them cheerfully. Believe in yourself and you will gain in terms of patience, inner strength and will power.
- Do Not Bite Off More Than You Can Chew: This maxim needs to be remembered constantly. We often tend to take more responsibilities than we are capable of carrying out. This is done to satisfy our ego. Know your limitations. . Why take on additional loads that may create more worries? You cannot gain peace of mind by expanding your external activities. Reduce your material engagements and spend time in prayer, introspection and meditation. This will reduce those thoughts in your mind that make you restless. Uncluttered mind will produce greater peace of mind.
- Meditate Regularly: Meditation calms the mind and gets rid of disturbing thoughts. This is the highest state of peace of mind. Try and experience it yourself. If you meditate earnestly for half an hour everyday, your mind will tend to become peaceful during the remaining twenty-three and half-hours. Your mind will not be easily disturbed as it was before. You would benefit by gradually increasing the period of daily meditation. You may think that this will interfere with your daily work. On the contrary, this will increase your efficiency and you will be able to produce better results in less time.
- Never Leave The Mind Vacant: An empty mind is the devil's workshop. All evil actions start in the vacant mind. Keep your mind occupied in something positive, something worthwhile . Actively follow a hobby. Do something that holds your interest. You must decide what you value more: money or peace of mind. Your hobby, like social work or religious work, may not always earn you more money, but you will have a sense of fulfillment and achievement. Even when you are resting physically, occupy yourself in healthy reading or mental chanting of God's name.
- Do Not Procrastinate And Never Regret: Do not waste time in protracted wondering " Should I or shouldn't I?" Days, weeks, months, and years may be wasted in that futile mental debating. You can never plan enough because you can never anticipate all future happenings. Value your time and do the things that need to be done. It does not matter if you fail the first time. You can learn from your mistakes and succeed the next time. Sitting back and worrying will lead to nothing. Learn from your mistakes, but do not brood over the past. DO NOT REGRET. Whatever happened was destined to happen only that way. Why cry over spilt milk?
Friday, August 26, 2011
The True Value of Life..
A king once got separated from his kinsmen while chasing a deer. He wandered alone in the forest. As dusk fell, he knocked at the door of a tiny cottage in the jungle. It was opened by a poor woodcutter who gave the 'stranger' a warm welcome. He offered him his own bed to sleep along with some simple but tasty food.
In the morning, while taking leave of the wood cutter, the king disclosed his real identity and asked him, what he could give in return for his hospitality. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked, "Can you give me a place where I can cut trees and sell them?"
The king took him far away to the edge of another jungle and said, "This is yours from today. Do what you like with it."
The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal, because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. Several months passed. The woodcutter was very happy.
When the monsoon season started, there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. The ground was full of slush, so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. When he showed the wood to the buyer, the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier.
We also need to understand the value of this precious human body awarded to us by Supreme Lord. Without realizing its importance and proper utility we are burning it at both ends in the fire of our worldly desires. Most of our energies are burnt in doing futile things that eventually have neither value nor meaning.
But, by the time we realize that we are wasting our lives, it is perhaps too late. The whole life burnt in hoarding wealth, making friends and getting material pleasures, brings us to a miserable state at the end of life. At that time when nobody cares, we turn our face towards God, but where is the energy to do any devotion.
The sooner we realize the better chance we shall have. Let's not waste our precious human birth like that as foolish woodcutter.
In the morning, while taking leave of the wood cutter, the king disclosed his real identity and asked him, what he could give in return for his hospitality. The wood cutter being a simpleton asked, "Can you give me a place where I can cut trees and sell them?"
The king took him far away to the edge of another jungle and said, "This is yours from today. Do what you like with it."
The wood cutter would cut trees and burn them to make coal, because they were too heavy for him to carry to the market place. Several months passed. The woodcutter was very happy.
When the monsoon season started, there was heavy rainfall and the wood became wet. The ground was full of slush, so it was impossible to burn the wood to make coal. He had no choice but to carry the wet logs of wood to the market to sell it. When he showed the wood to the buyer, the buyer offered a sum that was a hundred times more than he was paying earlier.
The wood cutter was confused! Earlier he was supplying coal whereas now it was wood and that too, wet wood! Where was the catch? The buyer told him that the wood that he had brought was no ordinary wood, it was real Sandalwood! The wood cutter realized what a fool he had been. He had cut and burnt hundreds of Sandalwood trees to make coal, little realizing the value of this precious wood. Had he known, by now he could have been a very, very rich man.
We also need to understand the value of this precious human body awarded to us by Supreme Lord. Without realizing its importance and proper utility we are burning it at both ends in the fire of our worldly desires. Most of our energies are burnt in doing futile things that eventually have neither value nor meaning.
But, by the time we realize that we are wasting our lives, it is perhaps too late. The whole life burnt in hoarding wealth, making friends and getting material pleasures, brings us to a miserable state at the end of life. At that time when nobody cares, we turn our face towards God, but where is the energy to do any devotion.
The sooner we realize the better chance we shall have. Let's not waste our precious human birth like that as foolish woodcutter.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Being in the Moment - Finding Happiness Now
When people complain about not having a moment to themselves, I often ask if they live in that moment when they do get one… and usually get a funny look for my trouble.
Taking life for granted is all too common, and when we do, we are missing tiny moments of pure joy every day. We could be having a moment right now.
But instead we say "I'm just too busy". We focus only on 'arriving' and forget about the actual journey while we rush from A to B. We work, come home, make dinner, do the housework, iron, clean, shop, bath the kids; always filling each and every moment, but forgetting all the while we are doing these things to 'be' in those individual moments. During our day, we could be gleaning pleasure from many of those tiny moments. They can even make all the difference to raising our overall level of happiness if we practice awareness and living in the moment. We don't have to become Buddhist monks, meditating all day long, just focus on what we are doing instead of letting our minds race forward to the next chore.
Truly being in the moment is about bringing our awareness into this moment right now, and giving whatever we are doing at any given time our fullest attention. (Even if it is the washing up!)
We all want to be happy, but do we know that happiness is a choice? Happiness isn't elusive, always just out of our grasp. We say; "I'd be happy if only I had X Y or Z" but we all have the potential to be happy right now, regardless of what we do or don't have.
By starting with the tiny moments, we can eventually link them all up into a happier overall existence.
What could you do right now to move your level of happiness up a tiny bit?
Here are some in the moment things I do:
If the sun is shining I open the back door and stand outside barefoot and stretch upwards, arms in the air, looking at the sky, breathing in deeply and listening to the sounds of the day. Only takes seconds but it invigorates me. Standing on grass or stone barefoot in dry weather makes me feel instantly connected to the earth.
Looking at the moon and stars on a clear night, preferably outside.
Thinking of the last thing that made me laugh out loud and allowing myself to laugh all over again. (Not advisable in company unless sharing the story!)
Singing at the top of my voice in the car to a song I love, feeling the happiness bubble up and admiring the scenery. If in a grotty place with no view, stuck in traffic, I look at the sky.
Hugs. If you love someone, hug them. No time like the present!
Duvet moments – If I have our bed to myself for a moment, I roll up in the entire duvet, taking a moment to experience the comfort and softness of the fabric, from my face to my toes!
While I'm washing up or cleansing my crystals I run water over my hands, feeling the temperature and the softness of the water, watching how it plays over my fingers, how it splashes, how the light catches it.
If I notice a bird singing outside my window, I stop and really listen to it.
Meditation. Even 10 mintes a day will make a difference to your ability to let the small stuff go over your head and will increase your sense of calm and wellbeing.
But instead we say "I'm just too busy". We focus only on 'arriving' and forget about the actual journey while we rush from A to B. We work, come home, make dinner, do the housework, iron, clean, shop, bath the kids; always filling each and every moment, but forgetting all the while we are doing these things to 'be' in those individual moments. During our day, we could be gleaning pleasure from many of those tiny moments. They can even make all the difference to raising our overall level of happiness if we practice awareness and living in the moment. We don't have to become Buddhist monks, meditating all day long, just focus on what we are doing instead of letting our minds race forward to the next chore.
Truly being in the moment is about bringing our awareness into this moment right now, and giving whatever we are doing at any given time our fullest attention. (Even if it is the washing up!)
We all want to be happy, but do we know that happiness is a choice? Happiness isn't elusive, always just out of our grasp. We say; "I'd be happy if only I had X Y or Z" but we all have the potential to be happy right now, regardless of what we do or don't have.
By starting with the tiny moments, we can eventually link them all up into a happier overall existence.
What could you do right now to move your level of happiness up a tiny bit?
Here are some in the moment things I do:
If the sun is shining I open the back door and stand outside barefoot and stretch upwards, arms in the air, looking at the sky, breathing in deeply and listening to the sounds of the day. Only takes seconds but it invigorates me. Standing on grass or stone barefoot in dry weather makes me feel instantly connected to the earth.
Looking at the moon and stars on a clear night, preferably outside.
Thinking of the last thing that made me laugh out loud and allowing myself to laugh all over again. (Not advisable in company unless sharing the story!)
Singing at the top of my voice in the car to a song I love, feeling the happiness bubble up and admiring the scenery. If in a grotty place with no view, stuck in traffic, I look at the sky.
Hugs. If you love someone, hug them. No time like the present!
Duvet moments – If I have our bed to myself for a moment, I roll up in the entire duvet, taking a moment to experience the comfort and softness of the fabric, from my face to my toes!
While I'm washing up or cleansing my crystals I run water over my hands, feeling the temperature and the softness of the water, watching how it plays over my fingers, how it splashes, how the light catches it.
If I notice a bird singing outside my window, I stop and really listen to it.
Meditation. Even 10 mintes a day will make a difference to your ability to let the small stuff go over your head and will increase your sense of calm and wellbeing.
Why not give some of these things a go, and think about your own list.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Maut..
Zindagi mein 2 minute koi mere paas na baitha, aaj sabh mere paas baithe ja rahe the;
Koi tofha na mila aaj tak mujhe, aaj phool hi phool diye ja rahe the;
Taras gaye main kisi ke hath se diye woh ek kapde ko, aaj naye naye kapde odhaye ja rahe the;
Do kadam saath na chalne ko taiyar tha koi; aaj kafila bana kar ja rahe the;
Aaj pata chala ke "Maut" itni haseen hoti hai, kambakht hum to yuhi jiye ja rahe the.
Monday, August 15, 2011
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Dealing with Insult..
Buddha explained how to handle insult and maintain compassion.
One day Buddha was walking through a village. A very angry and rude young man came up and began insulting him. "You have no right teaching others," he shouted. "You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake."
Buddha was not upset by these insults. Instead he asked the young man "Tell me, if you buy a gift for someone, and that person does not take it, to whom does the gift belong?"
The man was surprised to be asked such a strange question and answered, "It would belong to me, because I bought the gift."
The Buddha smiled and said, "That is correct. And it is exactly the same with your anger. If you become angry with me and I do not get insulted, then the anger falls back on you. You are then the only one who becomes unhappy, not me. All you have done is hurt yourself."
"If you want to stop hurting yourself, you must get rid of your anger and become loving instead. When you hate others, you yourself become unhappy. But when you love others, everyone is happy."
The young man listened closely to these wise words of the Buddha. "You are right, o Enlightened One, "he said. "Please teach me the path of love. I wish to become your follower."
The Buddha answered kindly, "Of course. I teach anyone who truly wants to learn. Come with me."
One day Buddha was walking through a village. A very angry and rude young man came up and began insulting him. "You have no right teaching others," he shouted. "You are as stupid as everyone else. You are nothing but a fake."
Buddha was not upset by these insults. Instead he asked the young man "Tell me, if you buy a gift for someone, and that person does not take it, to whom does the gift belong?"
The man was surprised to be asked such a strange question and answered, "It would belong to me, because I bought the gift."
The Buddha smiled and said, "That is correct. And it is exactly the same with your anger. If you become angry with me and I do not get insulted, then the anger falls back on you. You are then the only one who becomes unhappy, not me. All you have done is hurt yourself."
"If you want to stop hurting yourself, you must get rid of your anger and become loving instead. When you hate others, you yourself become unhappy. But when you love others, everyone is happy."
The young man listened closely to these wise words of the Buddha. "You are right, o Enlightened One, "he said. "Please teach me the path of love. I wish to become your follower."
The Buddha answered kindly, "Of course. I teach anyone who truly wants to learn. Come with me."
Saturday, July 16, 2011
A Friend..
Sometimes, with luck, we find the kind of true friend, male or female, that appears only two or three times in a lucky lifetime, one that will winter us and summer us, grieve, rejoice, and travel with us.
Friday, July 15, 2011
The Power of Words..
This short film illustrates the power of words to radically change your message and your effect upon the world.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Beautiful Quotes..
If you are right then there is no need to get angry,
And if you are wrong then you don't have any right to get angry.
Patience with family is love,
Patience with others is respect,
Patience with self is confidence and
Patience with GOD is faith.
Never Think Hard about PAST,
It brings Tears...
Don't Think more about FUTURE,
It brings Fears...
Live this Moment with a Smile,
It brings Cheers.!!!!
Every test in our life makes us bitter or better,
Every problem comes to make us or break us,
Choice is our whether we become victim or victorious !!!
Search a beautiful heart not a beautiful face.
Beautiful things are not always good
but good things are always beautiful.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Read it even if you don't want to ...
Let me explain how the results in your life are rooted in one single factor - your choices
Like it or not, good or bad, your accumulated choices have added up to your current waistline, business success, relationship strength and bank balance.
Your choices created your problems and the only way out of them is to start, and stick to, making new choices.
But then you ask, How do I know what the right choices are?
Here's a simple formula:
When in doubt, choose the harder task or what you don't want to do-that's usually exactly what you should do. Take the path of MOST resistance.
Here is the force you are fighting: You and your brain are creatures of habit. You simply talk yourself into taking the easy, low resistance and comfortable route. Like the pull of a rushing river, your unconscious habits continue to take you downstream in the wrong direction. To change your direction you will need to swim upstream, against the resistance of the rushing river, against your habitual tendency.
Low Resistance:
- Going along with the gossip
- Surrendering to peer pressure
- Saying yes to needless obligations
- Submitting to the crying demands of your children
- Starting your new program on "Monday" (instead of today)
- Reacting in anger
- Holding a grudge
- Giving the 'silent treatment'
High Resistance:
- Going to the gym when you don't feel like it
- Forgiving someone who wronged you
- Feeling the fear and doing it anyway
- Admitting you were wrong and apologizing
- Ordering the salad when you want the burger
- Saying no to (yet another) shot of tequila
- Calling that big, scary big prospect (again and again)
If you want to finally obtain what's missing from your life, you need to stop always doing what you feel like doing and start doing the things that make you uncomfortable, the stuff you avoid, and the things that you think are hard.
Make a list of the things you avoid, postpone and hate doing, but you know you should. If you attack those today, your life will change. What's uncomfortable is good. It only feels wrong at the start because you have an automatic bias toward the easy. Fight that tendency. Swim upstream.
Take the path of most resistance.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Stars Align (A Touching & Inspirational Story) - Editor's Note 05-15-2011 :: AmericanWay
Courtesy: American Way Magazine.
Nine years have passed since Grandma Sally went to heaven, and whenever I think about her, I can’t help but be sad. I’m sad that she never met my wife; she never met her great-grandchildren; she never got to see the world, as we’ve been so fortunate to do. Mostly, I become sad because Grandma Sally had such a sad life. The lone bright spot for her was her family. With four children and 10 grandchildren, Grandma Sally always had a smile on her face. It didn’t matter that she sold purses at the May Company for 30 years without any career advancement; that she watched my grandfather work himself to the bone in the lumberyards of Forrest City before succumbing to leukemia in 1981; that her parents, brothers, aunts, uncles — everyone — had left this world when she was only 19; Grandma Sally always smiled. So when I think back on how sad her life appeared to be, yet how she always derived joy from her family, I become sad — nay, ashamed — that anything in this life can keep me from smiling. She was the strongest person I’ve ever known — all 4 feet 9 inches of her. She had so much more to teach; we had so much more to learn.
After her passing, and from time to time, I’d drive as far away from the city as I could in the middle of the night, find a back road on which to park and stare at the stars. I’d go to places akin to the dark-sky parks (page 48) and try to find stars that would seemingly speak to me, hoping it was her. I remember a time when I was outside the tiny town of Poetry, Texas, and I could have sworn I saw a constellation appear that formed a series of numbers across the sky: 27307 — a number all too familiar to me.
Grandma Sally was from Plonsk, Poland. Shortly after the German invasion of Poland began on Sept. 1, 1939, she was imprisoned in the Warsaw ghetto. When the Nazis started liquidating the ghettos in 1941, Grandma Sally, along with her parents, her two brothers and extended family members, was hustled onto the train bound for Auschwitz. She was 19 years old. At the gate, under the sign that read Arbeit Macht Frei (“Work Makes You Free”), Josef Mengele, the Angel of Death, sent Grandma Sally to the right line — the work line. The rest of her family was sent to the left — to be stripped, shaved and finally corralled into a warehouse-shower to receive a lethal dose of Zyklon B gas. That was her entire family. Parents, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents. Everyone.
She survived the Holocaust — the slave labor, a transfer to the “infirmary” at the Birkenau death camp (an order made by camp commandant Rudolf Höss himself), the death march and the firebombing of Dresden, which she escaped in a particularly lucky cattle car. When she came to the United States after the war, she met my grandfather, a Polish Jew who had survived the war by hiding in a righteous gentile’s home.
Once, when I was just old enough to ask questions, I was sitting with Grandma Sally, waiting for the bus outside the Cleveland Museum of Natural History. It was summer, and she was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. I stared at the tattoo, 27307, inked into her arm.
“What’s that on your arm, Grandma?” I asked.
“It’s my address,” she replied, the hint of a smile on her face.
“But why do you have it written on your arm?”
Grandma Sally closed her eyes and tilted her head back, as if straining to retrieve a faded memory. Then she straightened, opened her eyes, turned her head and regarded me firmly. The smile faded. Her eyes looked sad as she said to me in her heavily accented English: “So I never forget, Adam.”
Nine years have passed since Grandma Sally went to heaven. When I think about her, I still look to the stars for guidance, and watch for a sign.
Adam Pitluk
Editor
Nine years have passed since Grandma Sally went to heaven, and whenever I think about her, I can’t help but be sad. I’m sad that she never met my wife; she never met her great-grandchildren; she never got to see the world, as we’ve been so fortunate to do. Mostly, I become sad because Grandma Sally had such a sad life. The lone bright spot for her was her family. With four children and 10 grandchildren, Grandma Sally always had a smile on her face. It didn’t matter that she sold purses at the May Company for 30 years without any career advancement; that she watched my grandfather work himself to the bone in the lumberyards of Forrest City before succumbing to leukemia in 1981; that her parents, brothers, aunts, uncles — everyone — had left this world when she was only 19; Grandma Sally always smiled. So when I think back on how sad her life appeared to be, yet how she always derived joy from her family, I become sad — nay, ashamed — that anything in this life can keep me from smiling. She was the strongest person I’ve ever known — all 4 feet 9 inches of her. She had so much more to teach; we had so much more to learn.
After her passing, and from time to time, I’d drive as far away from the city as I could in the middle of the night, find a back road on which to park and stare at the stars. I’d go to places akin to the dark-sky parks (page 48) and try to find stars that would seemingly speak to me, hoping it was her. I remember a time when I was outside the tiny town of Poetry, Texas, and I could have sworn I saw a constellation appear that formed a series of numbers across the sky: 27307 — a number all too familiar to me.
Grandma Sally was from Plonsk, Poland. Shortly after the German invasion of Poland began on Sept. 1, 1939, she was imprisoned in the Warsaw ghetto. When the Nazis started liquidating the ghettos in 1941, Grandma Sally, along with her parents, her two brothers and extended family members, was hustled onto the train bound for Auschwitz. She was 19 years old. At the gate, under the sign that read Arbeit Macht Frei (“Work Makes You Free”), Josef Mengele, the Angel of Death, sent Grandma Sally to the right line — the work line. The rest of her family was sent to the left — to be stripped, shaved and finally corralled into a warehouse-shower to receive a lethal dose of Zyklon B gas. That was her entire family. Parents, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents. Everyone.
She survived the Holocaust — the slave labor, a transfer to the “infirmary” at the Birkenau death camp (an order made by camp commandant Rudolf Höss himself), the death march and the firebombing of Dresden, which she escaped in a particularly lucky cattle car. When she came to the United States after the war, she met my grandfather, a Polish Jew who had survived the war by hiding in a righteous gentile’s home.
Once, when I was just old enough to ask questions, I was sitting with Grandma Sally, waiting for the bus outside the Cleveland Museum of Natural History. It was summer, and she was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt. I stared at the tattoo, 27307, inked into her arm.
“What’s that on your arm, Grandma?” I asked.
“It’s my address,” she replied, the hint of a smile on her face.
“But why do you have it written on your arm?”
Grandma Sally closed her eyes and tilted her head back, as if straining to retrieve a faded memory. Then she straightened, opened her eyes, turned her head and regarded me firmly. The smile faded. Her eyes looked sad as she said to me in her heavily accented English: “So I never forget, Adam.”
Nine years have passed since Grandma Sally went to heaven. When I think about her, I still look to the stars for guidance, and watch for a sign.
Adam Pitluk
Editor
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Thanks for your Time..
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture... .Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture... .Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was...my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!"
Monday, June 13, 2011
A Thought for the Day!
Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place,
But Far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Health Message..
- If walking/cycling is good for your health, the postman would be immortal.
- A whale swims all day, only eats fish, drinks water and is fat.
- A rabbit runs and hops and only lives 15 years.
- A tortoise doesn't run, does nothing ..yet lives for 450 years.
AND
YOU TELL ME TO EXERCISE!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
A carrot, an egg, and a cup of coffee...
You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up; She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, 'Tell me what you see.'
'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst,you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy..
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
May we all be COFFEE!!!!!!!
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up; She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, 'Tell me what you see.'
'Carrots, eggs, and coffee,' she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, 'What does it mean, mother?'
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
'Which are you?' she asked her daughter. 'When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst,you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy..
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.
May we all be COFFEE!!!!!!!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
પેટ્રોલના ભાવ વધારા સામે ઝઝુમવાના અધીર અમદાવાદી બ્રાંડ ઉપાયો..
- ઓફિસથી ઘરે આવતાં રોજ ઓછામાં ઓછુ એક કિલોમીટર બાઈક ખેંચીને ચાલો. સુગર પણ કંટ્રોલમાં રહેશે. કેમ એવું કરતાં શરમ આવે ? અરે કોઈ ઓળખીતું રસ્તામાં સામે મળી જાય તો એને ભોળા થઈને પૂછવાનું ‘બોસ, અહીં નજીકમાં પેટ્રોલ પંપ ક્યાં હશે?’
- નવી નોકરી માટે પગારનું નેગોશિયેશન કરતા હોવ તો કન્વેયન્સ પેટ્રોલના ભાવ કરતાં પચ્ચીસ ગણું માંગી લેવું. એ પણ પાછુ વેરીએબલ.
- અઠવાડિયામાં બે વાર ગર્લફ્રેન્ડની સ્કુટી પર ફરવાનું રાખો. એને કહેવાનું: “ડીયર, ઈટ્સ સો એક્સાઈટીંગ ટુ સીટ ઓન યોર સ્કુટી ! તું કરિના હોય અને હું આમિર હોઉં, એવું લાગે છે. તારા સમ !” (સમ તો એના જ ખાવાના!)
- બાઈક છોડો, લીફ્ટ માંગો. ટાઈમ પાસ પણ થશે અને હાથના મસલ પણ મજબુત થશે ! (છોકરીઓને મસલ વાળા છોકરા ગમે છે, એવું સલમાન, હ્રીતિકની સફળતા જોઈને લાગે છે
- પોતાના ફ્લેટમાં જ છોકરી શોધો. રોજ એની પાછળ દુર સુધી લાંબા નહિ થવું પડે. પેટ્રોલ બચશે. અને છોકરી માટે ‘ફ્લેટમાં પિયરીયું અને ફ્લેટમાં સાસરિયું’ થશે એ નફામાં!
- ફ્લેટમાં છોકરી ના મળે તો પેટ્રોલપંપ વાળાની છોકરી શોધો.
- કે પછી દહેજમાં પેટ્રોલનો ક્વોટા પહેલેથી નક્કી કરો. સાળો દર અઠવાડિયે બે કારબા પેટ્રોલના મૂકી જાય એવું ગોઠવવાનું!
- ઢાળવાળા રસ્તા પર સ્કુટર બંધ કરી ચલાવો, અરે શહેરમાં બહુ ટેકરા છે જોધપુર ટેકરા, ગુલબાઈ ટેકરા, શ્રેયસ ટેકરા, ગોરધનવાડી ટેકરા ! ઉપર ચઢી જાવ અને પછી નીચે ઉતરતા મશીન બંધ!
- અને છેવટે સાઈકલ તો છે જ, અને એમાં ડબલ સવારી જવાનું ગર્લ ફ્રેન્ડ સાથે. અફકોર્સ જો ગર્લ ફ્રેન્ડ સાઉથ ઇન્ડિયન હિરોઈન જેવી મજબુત ન હોય તો! પછી પેલું જુનું હિન્દી ફિલ્મી ગીત ગાવા નું.... “સોને કી સાઈકલ, ચાંદી કી સીટ, આઓ ચાલે ડાર્લિંગ ચાલે ડબલ સીટ’. પરસેવો લૂછતાં લૂછતાં પછી ડાર્લિંગને કહેવાનું ‘સો, રોમેન્ટિક નહિ?’
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Health Insurance..
A man suffered a serious heart attack while shopping in a store. The store clerks called 911 when they saw him collapse to the floor. The paramedics rushed the man to the nearest hospital where he had emergency open heart bypass surgery.
He awakened from the surgery to find himself in the care of nuns at the Catholic Hospital he was taken to. A nun was seated next to his bed holding a clip board loaded with several forms, and a pen. She asked him how he was going to pay for his treatment.
"Do you have health insurance?" she asked.
He replied in a raspy voice, "No health insurance."
The nun asked, "Do you have money in the bank?"
He replied, "No money in the bank."
"Do you have a relative who could help you with the payments?" asked the irritated nun.
He said, "I only have a spinster sister, and she is a nun."
The nun became agitated and announced loudly, "Nuns are not spinsters! Nuns are married to God."
"Live with the Energy, Enthusiasm, Empathy, Faith, Family & Friends"
The patient replied, "Perfect. Send the bill to my brother-in-law."
He awakened from the surgery to find himself in the care of nuns at the Catholic Hospital he was taken to. A nun was seated next to his bed holding a clip board loaded with several forms, and a pen. She asked him how he was going to pay for his treatment.
"Do you have health insurance?" she asked.
He replied in a raspy voice, "No health insurance."
The nun asked, "Do you have money in the bank?"
He replied, "No money in the bank."
"Do you have a relative who could help you with the payments?" asked the irritated nun.
He said, "I only have a spinster sister, and she is a nun."
The nun became agitated and announced loudly, "Nuns are not spinsters! Nuns are married to God."
"Live with the Energy, Enthusiasm, Empathy, Faith, Family & Friends"
The patient replied, "Perfect. Send the bill to my brother-in-law."
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Anger..
A saint asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that. But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'
Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint. Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.'
Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'
The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'
MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return. Also, acknowledge the people, who speak to you softly and treasure them, they love you. Figure out all the people who you shout at and cure yourself beliefs about them; love them, don’t distance them.
“Uncritical Acceptance; Unconditional Forgiveness and Unconditional Love are the only possible pillars of a healthy, wholesome & integrated relationship”
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that. But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'
Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint. Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.'
Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'
The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'
MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return. Also, acknowledge the people, who speak to you softly and treasure them, they love you. Figure out all the people who you shout at and cure yourself beliefs about them; love them, don’t distance them.
“Uncritical Acceptance; Unconditional Forgiveness and Unconditional Love are the only possible pillars of a healthy, wholesome & integrated relationship”
Friday, May 20, 2011
Some thoughts
- If you are right, then there is no need to get angry; And if you are wrong, then you don't have any right to get angry.
- Patience with family is love, Patience with others is respect, Patience with self is confidence and Patience with GOD is faith.
- Never think hard about Past, It brings Tears. Don't think more about Future, It brings Fears. Live this moment with a Smile, It brings Cheers.
- Every test in our life makes us bitter or better, Every problem comes to make us or break us, Choice is our whether we become victim or victorious!
- Search a beautiful heart not a beautiful face. Beautiful things are not always good but good things are always beautiful.
- Remember me like pressed flower in your Notebook. It may not be having any fragrance but will remind you of my existence forever in your life.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Nick Risinger's Milky Way Panorama Created From 37,440 Exposures (PICTURES)..
Courtsey Huffington Post.
SEATTLE -- Nick Risinger has always gazed up at the sky. But last year the amateur astronomer and photographer quit his day job as a Seattle marketing director and lugged six synchronized cameras about 60,000 miles to capture an image of the entire night sky.
Risinger, 28, set up his rack of cameras in high-elevation locales in the Western U.S. and South Africa, timing photo shoots around new moons when nights were long and dark. He programmed his six cameras to track the stars as they moved across the sky and simultaneously snapped thousands of photos.
He then stitched 37,440 exposures together into a spectacular, panoramic survey sky that he posted online two weeks ago. The photo reveals a 360-degree view of the Milky Way, planets and stars in their true natural colors. Viewers can zoom in on portions of the 5,000-megapixel image to find Orion or the Large Magellanic Cloud.
"I wanted to share what I thought was possible," said Risinger, a first-time astrophotographer. "We don't see it like this. This is much brighter. On a good night in Seattle, you'll see 20 or 30 stars. This, in its full size, you'll see 20 to 30 million. Everything is amplified."
Other sky surveys have preceded this one, including the Digitized Sky Survey, a source for Google Sky. Many serve scientific purposes and were shot in red and blue to measure the temperature of stars, Risinger said. He shot in a third color, green, to give the photo added depth and richness, he said.
"What a labor of love it is!" said Andrew Fraknoi, senior educator at the Astronomical Society of the Pacific. "Professional astronomers are now doing much deeper surveys of small regions of the sky, using big telescopes. But every once in a while it's nice to step back and have such a beautiful photographic record of the whole sky."
"This is not a scientifically useful image. This is for educational and artistic appreciation," Risinger said, adding that he wasn't motivated by money but hopes to sell prints and other products to keep the website running.
To capture the entire night sky in a year, Risinger plotted out an exact schedule of images he needed from both the northern and southern hemisphere. He divided the sky into 624 uniform sections and entered those coordinates into the computer.
"The sheer amount of work was mind-boggling," he said at his apartment in Seattle. "It's not a wing-it kind of project. You have to plan how you're going to get the entire sky. And you do that by dividing it up into pieces and knowing what time you need to collect those pieces because as the Earth goes around the Sun, things come in and out of view."
In March of last year, Risinger and his older brother, Erik, traveled to the desert near Tonapah, Nev., and took the first photos of what eventually would become his Photopic Sky Survey.
When he realized the work was too monumental, Risinger quit his day job as a marketing director of a countertop company to devote himself full-time to the project. He also persuaded his retired father, Tom, who lives in Gig Harbor, Wash., to join him.
In the U.S., he and his dad would often drive all day and set up and take photographs all night. They chased ideal windows of opportunity to catch the night sky at its clearest.
Their travels took them to dark places where light pollution was low and higher altitudes where there was less water vapor – near the Chiricahua Mountains in Arizona, near Fort Davis, Tex., and Lassen National Forest in California. He found himself staking out stars in freezing temperatures in Telluride, Colo., and amid stars in South Africa where none of the constellations were recognizable to his northern hemisphere-trained eyes.
Each night, Risinger set the six cameras – high-end monochrome astrophotography imagers equipped with different filters – to point in the exact same spot and continuously feed his laptop with images. He monitored the photographs in real-time and passed the dark hours eating sunflower seeds. Meanwhile, his dad slept.
Back in Seattle, Risinger began piecing the panoramic image together in January. He used a computer software program to scan each frame, recognize the pattern with a database of stars and then match them with the other colors and frames. That got projected onto a sphere.
"Making an atlas of the night sky is something that mostly professional astronomers would have done in the past," said Fraknoi, who is also chairman of the astronomy department at Foothill College in Los Altos Hills, Calif. "With new computer tools at our disposal, it's remarkable what amateur astronomers can discover."
Risinger finished the project a couple weeks ago, and has been getting thousands of hits on his website.
"It was always hard to describe what I was doing that would make sense to people that aren't familiar with astronomy. But once they see it, they get it."
View Risinger's incredible panorama (below), and visit SkySurvey.org for a firsthand account of the project.
SEATTLE -- Nick Risinger has always gazed up at the sky. But last year the amateur astronomer and photographer quit his day job as a Seattle marketing director and lugged six synchronized cameras about 60,000 miles to capture an image of the entire night sky.
Risinger, 28, set up his rack of cameras in high-elevation locales in the Western U.S. and South Africa, timing photo shoots around new moons when nights were long and dark. He programmed his six cameras to track the stars as they moved across the sky and simultaneously snapped thousands of photos.
He then stitched 37,440 exposures together into a spectacular, panoramic survey sky that he posted online two weeks ago. The photo reveals a 360-degree view of the Milky Way, planets and stars in their true natural colors. Viewers can zoom in on portions of the 5,000-megapixel image to find Orion or the Large Magellanic Cloud.
"I wanted to share what I thought was possible," said Risinger, a first-time astrophotographer. "We don't see it like this. This is much brighter. On a good night in Seattle, you'll see 20 or 30 stars. This, in its full size, you'll see 20 to 30 million. Everything is amplified."
Other sky surveys have preceded this one, including the Digitized Sky Survey, a source for Google Sky. Many serve scientific purposes and were shot in red and blue to measure the temperature of stars, Risinger said. He shot in a third color, green, to give the photo added depth and richness, he said.
"What a labor of love it is!" said Andrew Fraknoi, senior educator at the Astronomical Society of the Pacific. "Professional astronomers are now doing much deeper surveys of small regions of the sky, using big telescopes. But every once in a while it's nice to step back and have such a beautiful photographic record of the whole sky."
"This is not a scientifically useful image. This is for educational and artistic appreciation," Risinger said, adding that he wasn't motivated by money but hopes to sell prints and other products to keep the website running.
To capture the entire night sky in a year, Risinger plotted out an exact schedule of images he needed from both the northern and southern hemisphere. He divided the sky into 624 uniform sections and entered those coordinates into the computer.
"The sheer amount of work was mind-boggling," he said at his apartment in Seattle. "It's not a wing-it kind of project. You have to plan how you're going to get the entire sky. And you do that by dividing it up into pieces and knowing what time you need to collect those pieces because as the Earth goes around the Sun, things come in and out of view."
In March of last year, Risinger and his older brother, Erik, traveled to the desert near Tonapah, Nev., and took the first photos of what eventually would become his Photopic Sky Survey.
When he realized the work was too monumental, Risinger quit his day job as a marketing director of a countertop company to devote himself full-time to the project. He also persuaded his retired father, Tom, who lives in Gig Harbor, Wash., to join him.
In the U.S., he and his dad would often drive all day and set up and take photographs all night. They chased ideal windows of opportunity to catch the night sky at its clearest.
Their travels took them to dark places where light pollution was low and higher altitudes where there was less water vapor – near the Chiricahua Mountains in Arizona, near Fort Davis, Tex., and Lassen National Forest in California. He found himself staking out stars in freezing temperatures in Telluride, Colo., and amid stars in South Africa where none of the constellations were recognizable to his northern hemisphere-trained eyes.
Each night, Risinger set the six cameras – high-end monochrome astrophotography imagers equipped with different filters – to point in the exact same spot and continuously feed his laptop with images. He monitored the photographs in real-time and passed the dark hours eating sunflower seeds. Meanwhile, his dad slept.
Back in Seattle, Risinger began piecing the panoramic image together in January. He used a computer software program to scan each frame, recognize the pattern with a database of stars and then match them with the other colors and frames. That got projected onto a sphere.
"Making an atlas of the night sky is something that mostly professional astronomers would have done in the past," said Fraknoi, who is also chairman of the astronomy department at Foothill College in Los Altos Hills, Calif. "With new computer tools at our disposal, it's remarkable what amateur astronomers can discover."
Risinger finished the project a couple weeks ago, and has been getting thousands of hits on his website.
"It was always hard to describe what I was doing that would make sense to people that aren't familiar with astronomy. But once they see it, they get it."
View Risinger's incredible panorama (below), and visit SkySurvey.org for a firsthand account of the project.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Grandmas don't know everything!
Tony was 9 years old and was staying with his grandmother for a few days.
He'd been playing outside with the other kids,
when he came into the house and asked her, 'Grandma, what's that called when two
people sleep in the same bedroom and one is on top of the other?'
She was a little taken aback, but she decided to tell him the truth. 'Well, dear,
it's called sexual intercourse.’ ‘Oh,’ Little Tony said, 'OK,' and went back
outside to play with the other kids.
A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily, 'Grandma, it isn't
called sexual intercourse. It's called Bunk Beds. And Jimmy's mom wants to talk to you.'
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Marketing Concepts..
- You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich.”Marry me!" - That's Direct Marketing"
- You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: "He's very rich. "Marry him." -That's Advertising"
- You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call and say: "Hi, I'm very rich. "Marry me - That's Telemarketing"
- You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door (of the car) for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her ride and then say: "By the way, I'm rich. Will you "Marry Me?" - That's Public Relations
- You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says:"You are very rich! "Can you marry ! me?" - That's Brand Recognition
- You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. - "That's Customer Feedback"
- You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband. - "That's demand and supply gap"
- You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say anything, another person come and tell her: "I'm rich. Will you marry me?" and she goes with him - "That's competition eating into your market share"
- You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say: "I'm rich, Marry me!" your wife arrives. - "That's restriction for entering new markets"
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
CRABBY OLD MAN..
When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man
What do you see nurses? .. . . . . What do you see?
What are you thinking .. .. . . when you're looking at me?
Crabby old man, . .. . . .. .. . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . .. . . . . . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. .. .. . . . . and makes no reply ..
When you say in a loud voice . . . . .. 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice .. . . . . the things that you do ....
And forever is losing .. .. . . .. . . . ... . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not .. .. . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding .. . . .. . . . ... . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . . you're not looking at me ..
I'll tell you who I am .... . . . . . . . ..As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . ... . . . as I eat at your will ..
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters ... .. . . . . . . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . .. . . . . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . .. . . .. . . a lover he'll meet ....
A groom soon at Twenty . .. . . . .my heart gives a leap ..
Remembering, the vows .. . . . . . that I promised to keep ...
At Twenty-Five, now . .... . . . .... . . ... . I have young of my own ....
Who need me to guide ... .. . .... . . . .And a secure happy home ..
A man of Thirty .. . . . .. . . . ... . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other ... .. . . .. . ... . . . With ties that should last ...
At Forty, my young sons .. . ... . . . . ....have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me .. . . . . . to see I don't mourn ..
At Fifty, once more, .... . . . . . . . Babies play ' round my knee,
Again, we know children .. . .. . . ... My loved one and me ....
Dark days are upon me . ..... . . . . . . . . My wife is now dead ....
I look at the future ..... . . . . . . . . . I shudder with dread ..
For my young are all rearing . . . . . . young of their own ....
And I think of the years .. . .. . . . And the love that I've known
I'm now an old man .. .. .. . . . . . . and nature is cruel ..
Tis jest to make old age .. . . . .. .. ..look like a fool .
The body, it crumbles .. .. . . .. . . .grace and vigor, depart ....
There is now a stone ... .. . . . . .. . where I once had a heart ..
But inside this old carcass . .... . . . . ..A young guy still dwells,
And now and again .. ... .. .. . . . . .my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . .. .. . . . . .I remember the pain ....
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again ....
I think of the years ... all too few . . . . . . gone too fast ....
And accept the stark fact. . . . . . . . that nothing can last ..
So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . open and see..
Not a crabby old man ... Look closer . . . see . . . . . ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within we will all, one day, be there, too!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wisdom..
An American, an Englishman and a Indian went for a hike one day. It was very hot.They were sweating and exhausted. When they came upon a small lake, they took off all their clothes and jumped into the water since it was fairly secluded. Feeling refreshed, the trio decided to pick a few berries while enjoying their "freedom". As they were crossing an open area, suddenly a group of ladies from town appeared. Unable to get to their clothes in time, the American and the Englishman quickly used their hands to cover their privates. But the Indian covered his face while they ran for cover.
After the ladies had left and the men got their clothes back on, the American and the Englishman asked the Indian why he covered his Face rather than his private parts.
The Indian replied, "I don't know about you, but in my country, it's the face that people recognize."
After the ladies had left and the men got their clothes back on, the American and the Englishman asked the Indian why he covered his Face rather than his private parts.
The Indian replied, "I don't know about you, but in my country, it's the face that people recognize."
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Facebook Fun..
If you are on Facebook, I am sure you will find this hilarious. Hilarious, True as well as poignant.
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The 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clear view Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the "Heroin Addiction Department (HAD)," the "Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)" and the "Bingo Addiction Department (BAD)." Then she spotted the department she was looking for: "Facebook Addiction Department (FAD)."
It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering,"I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows."
A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him.
"Don't worry. It'll be all right."
"I just don't understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the 'like' button."
"How long has it been?"
"Almost five minutes. That's like five months in the real world."
The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor.
"Please have a seat, Edna," he said with a warm smile. "And tell me how it all started."
"Well, it's all my grandson's fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book."
"How soon were you hooked?"
"Faster than you can say 'create a profile.' I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day -- and more times at night. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My husband didn't like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced."
"What do you like most about Facebook?"
"It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674. I'm even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya."
"Who's he?"
"I don't know, but he's got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous."
"Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see."
"Oh yes. I've even connected with some of the gals from high school -- I still call them 'gals.' I hadn't heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who's retired, who's still working, and who's had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they've been on vacation, which movies they've watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I've also been playing a game with some of them."
"Let me guess. Farmville?"
"No, Mafia Wars. I'm a Hitman. No one messes with Edna."
"Wouldn't you rather meet some of your friends in person?"
"No, not really. It's so much easier on Facebook. We don't need to gussy ourselves up. We don't need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That's the best thing about Facebook -- you can't smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I'm pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. "
"What pic are you using?"
"Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn't find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon."
"To make yourself look prettier?"
"No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That's what I'm using."
"Didn't your friends notice that you look different?"
"Some of them did, but I just told them I've been doing lots of yoga."
"When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?"
"I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: 'I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'"
"What did you do?"
"What else? I unfriended him of course!"
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The 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clear view Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the "Heroin Addiction Department (HAD)," the "Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)" and the "Bingo Addiction Department (BAD)." Then she spotted the department she was looking for: "Facebook Addiction Department (FAD)."
It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering,"I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows."
A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him.
"Don't worry. It'll be all right."
"I just don't understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the 'like' button."
"How long has it been?"
"Almost five minutes. That's like five months in the real world."
The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor.
"Please have a seat, Edna," he said with a warm smile. "And tell me how it all started."
"Well, it's all my grandson's fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book."
"How soon were you hooked?"
"Faster than you can say 'create a profile.' I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day -- and more times at night. Sometimes I'd wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My husband didn't like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced."
"What do you like most about Facebook?"
"It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674. I'm even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya."
"Who's he?"
"I don't know, but he's got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous."
"Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see."
"Oh yes. I've even connected with some of the gals from high school -- I still call them 'gals.' I hadn't heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who's retired, who's still working, and who's had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they've been on vacation, which movies they've watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I've also been playing a game with some of them."
"Let me guess. Farmville?"
"No, Mafia Wars. I'm a Hitman. No one messes with Edna."
"Wouldn't you rather meet some of your friends in person?"
"No, not really. It's so much easier on Facebook. We don't need to gussy ourselves up. We don't need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That's the best thing about Facebook -- you can't smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I'm pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration. "
"What pic are you using?"
"Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn't find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon."
"To make yourself look prettier?"
"No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That's what I'm using."
"Didn't your friends notice that you look different?"
"Some of them did, but I just told them I've been doing lots of yoga."
"When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?"
"I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: 'I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.'"
"What did you do?"
"What else? I unfriended him of course!"
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Sweet Tea..
A woman goes to the doctor, beaten black and blue.
Doctor: "What happened?"
Woman: "Doctor, I don't know what to do. Every time my husband comes home drunk he beats me to a pulp."
Doctor: "I have a real good medicine for that. When your husband comes home drunk, just take a glass of sweet tea and start swishing it in your mouth but don't swallow. Just keep swishing and swishing until he goes to bed and is asleep."
Two weeks later the woman comes back to the doctor looking fresh and reborn.
Woman: "Doctor, that was a brilliant idea. Every time my husband came home drunk, I swished with sweet tea. I swished and swished, and he didn't touch me!"
Doctor: "You see how much keeping your mouth shut helps?"
Doctor: "What happened?"
Woman: "Doctor, I don't know what to do. Every time my husband comes home drunk he beats me to a pulp."
Doctor: "I have a real good medicine for that. When your husband comes home drunk, just take a glass of sweet tea and start swishing it in your mouth but don't swallow. Just keep swishing and swishing until he goes to bed and is asleep."
Two weeks later the woman comes back to the doctor looking fresh and reborn.
Woman: "Doctor, that was a brilliant idea. Every time my husband came home drunk, I swished with sweet tea. I swished and swished, and he didn't touch me!"
Doctor: "You see how much keeping your mouth shut helps?"
Monday, April 25, 2011
Two Kids In The Hospital..
Two little kids are in a hospital lying on gurneys next to each other,
outside the operating room.
The first kid leans over and asks,
"What are you in here for?"
The second kid says,
"I'm in here to get my tonsils out and I'm a little nervous."
The first kid says,
"You've got nothing to worry about.
I had that done when I was four.
They put you to sleep and when you wake up
they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream.
It's a breeze"
The second kid then asks,
"What are you here for?"
The first kid says,
"A circumcision."
The second kid says,
"Whoa, good luck, buddy.
I had that done when I was born.
Couldn't walk for a year."
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Inner Peace..
If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
Then you have Probably acheived Inner Peace.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Life's Struggles..
A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck. Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled.
We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets.
Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck. Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily.
But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled.
We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets.
Monday, April 4, 2011
The Passion of Cricket!!
These pictures say more than a thousand words!
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2011/04/cricket_passion.html
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2011/04/cricket_passion.html
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Nine things, that will dissappear......
- The Post Office. Get ready to imagine a world without the post office. They are so deeply in financial trouble that there is probably no way to sustain it long term. Email, Fed Ex, and UPS have just about wiped out the minimum revenue needed to keep the post office alive. Most of your mail every day is junk mail and bills.
- The Check. Britain is already laying the groundwork to do away with checks by 2018. It costs the financial system billions of dollars a year to process checks. Plastic cards and online transactions will lead to the eventual demise of the check. This plays right into the death of the post office. If you never paid your bills by mail and never received them by mail, the post office would absolutely go out of business.
- The Newspaper. The younger generation simply doesn't read the newspaper. They certainly don't subscribe to a daily delivered print edition. That may go the way of the milkman and the laundry man. As for reading the paper online, get ready to pay for it. The rise in mobile Internet devices and e-readers has caused all the newspaper and magazine publishers to form an alliance. They have met with Apple, Amazon, and the major cell phone companies to develop a model for paid subscription services.
- The Book. You say you will never give up the physical book that you hold in your hand and turn the literal pages. I said the same thing about downloading music fromiTunes. I wanted my hard copy CD. But I quickly changed my mind when I discovered that I could get albums for half the price without ever leaving home to get the latest music. The same thing will happen with books. You can browse a bookstore online and even read a preview chapter before you buy. And the price is less than half that of a real book. And think of the convenience! Once you start flicking your fingers on the screen instead of the book, you find that you are lost in the story, can't wait to see what happens next, and you forget that you're holding a gadget instead of a book.
- The Land Line Telephone. Unless you have a large family and make a lot of local calls, you don't need it anymore. Most people keep it simply because they've always had it. But you are paying double charges for that extra service. All the cell phone companies will let you call customers using the same cell provider for no charge against your minutes.
- Music.. This is one of the saddest parts of the change story. The music industry is dying a slow death. Not just because of illegal downloading. It's the lack of innovative new music being given a chance to get to the people who would like to hear it. Greed and corruption is the problem. The record labels and the radio conglomerates are simply self-destructing. Over 40% of the music purchased today is "catalog items," meaning traditional music that the public is familiar with. Older established artists. This is also true on the live concert circuit. To explore this fascinating and disturbing topic further, check out the book, "Appetite for Self-Destruction" by Steve Knopper, and the video documentary, "Before the Music Dies."
- Television. Revenues to the networks are down dramatically. Not just because of the economy. People are watching TV and movies streamed from their computers. And they're playing games and doing lots of other things that take up the time that used to be spent watching TV. Prime time shows have degenerated down to lower than the lowest common denominator. Cable rates are skyrocketing and commercials run about every 4 minutes and 30 seconds. I say good riddance to most of it. It's time for the cable companies to be put out of our misery.. Let the people choose what they want to watch online and through Netflix.
- The "Things" That You Own. Many of the very possessions that we used to own are still in our lives, but we may not actually own them in the future. They may simply reside in "the cloud." Today your computer has a hard drive and you store your pictures, music, movies, and documents. Your software is on a CD or DVD, and you can always re-install it if need be. But all of that is changing. Apple, Microsoft, and Google are all finishing up their latest "cloud services." That means that when you turn on a computer, the Internet will be built into the operating system. So, Windows, Google, and the Mac OS will be tied straight into the Internet. If you click an icon, it will open something in the Internet cloud. If you save something, it will be saved to the cloud. And you may pay a monthly subscription fee to the cloud provider. In this virtual world, you can access your music or your books, or your whatever from any laptop or handheld device. That's the good news. But, will you actually own any of this "stuff" or will it all be able to disappear at any moment in a big "Poof?" Will most of the things in our lives be disposable and whimsical? It makes you want to run to the closet and pull out that photo album, grab a book from the shelf, or open up a CD case and pull out the insert.
- Privacy. If there ever was a concept that we can look back on nostalgically, it would be privacy. That's gone. It's been gone for a long time anyway. There are cameras on the street, in most of the buildings, and even built into your computer and cell phone. But you can be sure that 24/7, "They" know who you are and where you are, right down to the GPS coordinates, and the Google Street View. If you buy something, your habit is put into a zillion profiles, and your ads will change to reflect those habits. And "They" will try to get you to buy something else. Again and again.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Song from "To Sir With Love"
A beautiful, inspirational song and movie.
Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try,
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love
The time has come,
For closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love
Those schoolgirl days, of telling tales and biting nails are gone,
But in my mind,
I know they will still live on and on,
But how do you thank someone, who has taken you from crayons to perfume?
It isn't easy, but I'll try,
If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love
The time has come,
For closing books and long last looks must end,
And as I leave,
I know that I am leaving my best friend,
A friend who taught me right from wrong,
And weak from strong,
That's a lot to learn,
What, what can I give you in return?
If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Chicken-a-la-Carte
These are moments of truth which makes us realise how fortunate and blessed we are, and that we must be conscious and empathic for those around us who are less fortunate.
This is a true Story 6 min film ..but really worth the time.
The film has won a prize in 2009 Berlin Movie Festival.
http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte
This is a true Story 6 min film ..but really worth the time.
The film has won a prize in 2009 Berlin Movie Festival.
http://www.cultureunplugged.com/play/1081/Chicken-a-la-Carte
Monday, March 28, 2011
Law of the Garbage Truck..
One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was really friendly.
So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!'
This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,
so .... Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
Have a garbage-free day!
So I asked, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!'
This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets,
so .... Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!
Have a garbage-free day!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Jityu Hamesha Gujarat..
"Jityu Hamesha Gujarat " is an Anthem for Gujarat sung by 25 celebrity Gujarati singers (Praful Dave, Aishwarya Majumdar, Padmashree Diwaliben Bhil, Ashit Desai, Hari Bharwad, Mouli Dave, Arti Munshi, Alap Desai, Hardik Dave, Shyamal Munshi, Saumil Munshi, Abhesinh Rathod, Achal Mehta, Uday Majumdar, Falguni Sheth, Dilip Dholakia, Purushottam Upadyay, Hema Desai. Hemant Chauhan, Karasan Sagathia, Keerti Sagathia, Neeraj Parikh, Biharidan Gadhvi, Damayanti Bardai, Bharti Kunchala, Viraj Upadhyay and Bijal Upadhyay).
It has been shot at scenic locations of Gujarat like Little Rann of Kutch (Dasada), River Narmada / Karjan Dam, Somnath / Arabian Sea, Tithal Beach of Valsad, Khadia ni Pol of Ahmedabad ,Half constructed Bridge of Sabarmati, Gandhi Ashram, Gallops Mall Street of Ahmedabad and Adalaj ni Vav.
It has been shot at scenic locations of Gujarat like Little Rann of Kutch (Dasada), River Narmada / Karjan Dam, Somnath / Arabian Sea, Tithal Beach of Valsad, Khadia ni Pol of Ahmedabad ,Half constructed Bridge of Sabarmati, Gandhi Ashram, Gallops Mall Street of Ahmedabad and Adalaj ni Vav.
I grew up in state of Gujarat, India. Gujarat is one of the most diverse States in India. Its history stretches over a long years from the age old Harappan Civilization to the Mughal period. Gujarat's endless journey from Roots to Wings is timeless with historical and cultural traditions glorifying the State. Proud to be a Gujarati.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Ignacy J. Paderewski..
This is a true story that had happened in 1892 at Stanford University . Its moral is still relevant today.
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A young, 18-year-old student was struggling to pay his fees. He was an orphan, and not knowing where to turn for money, he came up with a bright idea. A friend and he decided to host a musical concert on campus to raise money for their education.
They reached out to the great pianist Ignacy J. Paderewski. His manager demanded a guaranteed fee of $2000 for the piano recital. A deal was struck. And the boys began to work to make the concert a success.
The big day arrived. Paderewski performed at Stanford. But unfortunately, they had not managed to sell enough tickets. The total collection was only $1600. Disappointed, they went to Paderewski and explained their plight. They gave him the entire $1600, plus a cheque for the balance $400. They promised to honour the cheque soonest possible.
"No." said Paderewski. "This is not acceptable." He tore up the cheque, returned the $1600 and told the two boys "Here's the $1600. Please deduct whatever expenses you have incurred. Keep the money you need for your fees. And just give me whatever is left" The boys were surprised, and thanked him profusely.
It was a small act of kindness. But it clearly marked out Paderewski as a great human being. Why should he help two people he did not even know? We all come across situations like these in our lives. And most of us only think "If I help them, what would happen to me?" The truly great people think, "If I don't help them, what will happen to them?" They don't do it expecting something in return. They do it because they feel it's the right thing to do.
Paderewski later went on to become the Prime Minister of Poland . He was a great leader, but unfortunately when the World War began, Poland was ravaged. There were over 1.5 million people starving in his country, and no money to feed them. Paderewski did not know where to turn for help. He reached out to the US Food and Relief Administration for help.
The head there was a man called Herbert Hoover - who later went on to become the US President. Hoover agreed to help and quickly shipped tons of food grains to feed the starving Polish people. A calamity was averted.
Paderewski was relieved. He decided to go across to meet Hoover and personally thank him. When Paderewski began to thank Hoover for his noble gesture, Hoover quickly interjected and said, "You shouldn't be thanking me Mr. Prime Minister. You may not remember this, but several years ago, you helped two young students go through college in the US . I was one of them."
The world is a wonderful place. What goes around usually comes around.
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A young, 18-year-old student was struggling to pay his fees. He was an orphan, and not knowing where to turn for money, he came up with a bright idea. A friend and he decided to host a musical concert on campus to raise money for their education.
They reached out to the great pianist Ignacy J. Paderewski. His manager demanded a guaranteed fee of $2000 for the piano recital. A deal was struck. And the boys began to work to make the concert a success.
The big day arrived. Paderewski performed at Stanford. But unfortunately, they had not managed to sell enough tickets. The total collection was only $1600. Disappointed, they went to Paderewski and explained their plight. They gave him the entire $1600, plus a cheque for the balance $400. They promised to honour the cheque soonest possible.
"No." said Paderewski. "This is not acceptable." He tore up the cheque, returned the $1600 and told the two boys "Here's the $1600. Please deduct whatever expenses you have incurred. Keep the money you need for your fees. And just give me whatever is left" The boys were surprised, and thanked him profusely.
It was a small act of kindness. But it clearly marked out Paderewski as a great human being. Why should he help two people he did not even know? We all come across situations like these in our lives. And most of us only think "If I help them, what would happen to me?" The truly great people think, "If I don't help them, what will happen to them?" They don't do it expecting something in return. They do it because they feel it's the right thing to do.
Paderewski later went on to become the Prime Minister of Poland . He was a great leader, but unfortunately when the World War began, Poland was ravaged. There were over 1.5 million people starving in his country, and no money to feed them. Paderewski did not know where to turn for help. He reached out to the US Food and Relief Administration for help.
The head there was a man called Herbert Hoover - who later went on to become the US President. Hoover agreed to help and quickly shipped tons of food grains to feed the starving Polish people. A calamity was averted.
Paderewski was relieved. He decided to go across to meet Hoover and personally thank him. When Paderewski began to thank Hoover for his noble gesture, Hoover quickly interjected and said, "You shouldn't be thanking me Mr. Prime Minister. You may not remember this, but several years ago, you helped two young students go through college in the US . I was one of them."
The world is a wonderful place. What goes around usually comes around.
Monday, March 21, 2011
10 things to learn from Japan in the face of tragedy..
- THE CALM -Not a single visual of chest-beating or wild grief. Sorrow itself has been elevated.
- THE DIGNITY - Disciplined queues for water and groceries. Not a rough word or a crude gesture.
- THE ABILITY - The incredible architects, for instance. Buildings swayed but didn’t fall.
- THE GRACE - People bought only what they needed for the present, so everybody could get something.
- THE ORDER - No looting in shops. No honking and no overtaking on the roads. Just understanding.
- THE SACRIFICE - Fifty workers stayed back to pump sea water in the N-reactors. How will they ever be repaid?
- THE TENDERNESS - Restaurants cut prices. An unguarded ATM is left alone. The strong cared for the weak.
- THE TRAINING - The old and the children, everyone knew exactly what to do. And they did just that.
- THE MEDIA - They showed magnificent restraint in the bulletins. No silly reporters. Only calm reportage.
- THE CONSCIENCE - When the power went off in a store, people put things back on the shelves and left quietly.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Murphy's Laws of Parenting!
- A child's greatest period of growth is the month after you've purchased new school clothes.
- An alarm clock is a device for waking people up, who don't have small kids.
- Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name is so he can tell when he's really in trouble.
- Anyone who says "Easy as taking candy from a baby" has never tried it.
- Children are natural mimics who act like their parents, despite every effort to teach them good manners.
- Children don't sleep ... they recharge.
- Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.
- Cleaning your house while your kids are at home is like trying to shovel the driveway during a snowstorm.
- Grandchildren are God's reward for not killing your kids. -- really true.
- Gym clothes left at school in lockers mildew at a faster rate than other clothing.
- If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called labor!
- Kids really brighten a household. They never turn off any lights.
- Leakproof thermoses - will.
- Refrigerated items, used daily, will gravitate toward the back of the refrigerator.
- Shouting to make your kids obey is like using the horn to steer your car and you get about the same results!
- Sick children recover miraculously when the doctor enters the treatment room.
- Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and when he grows up, he'll never be able to merge his car onto a freeway.
- The item your child lost, and must have for school within the next ten seconds, will be found in the last place you look.
- The chances of a piece of bread falling with the grape jelly side down is directly proportional to the cost of the carpet.
- The garbage truck will be two doors past your house when the argument over "whose day it is to take out the trash" ends.
- The main purpose of holding children's parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own.
- The shirt your child must wear today will be the only one that needs to be washed or mended.
- The tennis shoes you must replace today will go on sale next week.
- There are only two things a child will share willingly - communicable diseases and their mother's age.
- Trying to dress an active little one is like trying to thread a sewing machine while it's running.
- We childproofed our home three years ago and they're still getting in!
- You spend the first two years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then, you spend the next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up.
- Your chances of being seen by someone you know dramatically increase if you drive your child to school in your robe and curlers.
- Your children may leave home, but their stuff will be in your attic and basement forever.
Friday, March 11, 2011
દોસ્ત, આ ગુજરાત છે!
અહીં પ્રેમ કેરો સાદ છે
પ્રભુજીનો પ્રસાદ છે
ને પ્રકૃતિનો વરસાદ છે!
બૉસ, આ ગુજરાત છે!
અહીં નર્મદાનાં નીર છે
માખણ અને પનીર છે
ને ઊજળું તકદીર છે!
યસ, આ ગુજરાત છે!
અહીં ગરબા-રાસ છે
વળી જ્ઞાનનો ઉજાસ છે
ને સોનેરી પરભાત છે
અલ્યા, આ ગુજરાત છે!
અહીં ભોજનમાં ખીર છે
સંસ્કારમાં ખમીર છે
ને પ્રજા શૂરવીર છે!
કેવું આ ગુજરાત છે!
અહીં વિકાસની વાત છે
સાધુઓની જમાત છે
ને સઘળી નાત-જાત છે
યાર, આ ગુજરાત છે!
અહીં પર્વોનો પ્રાસ છે
તીર્થો તણો પ્રવાસ છે
ને શૌર્યનો સહવાસ છે!
દોસ્ત, આ ગુજરાત છે!
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