Who Can Understand LOVE

 Who Can Understand LOVE

 

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

 

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

 

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!” “I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

 

Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.” “Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!” Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

 

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”
“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.

 

“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?” Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

 

When we donot receive appropriate reciprocation of our love, we attempt desperately to seek back love & when we don’t succeed, we become sad or depressed. In such times, we must bear patience and reflect on Radhanath Swami’s words-God wants to give all of his love to us, and all he wants in return is whatever little love a soul has. We just offer that little love to him and in return, the Supreme Lord is willing to give us all the love he has!

The Hope

THE HOPE

Ek Gadha:- Yaar mera malik mujhe bahut maarta hai.

Dusara Gadha:- To tu bhag kyu nahi jata.

Pehla Gadha:- Bhag to jata par yahan future bada  bright  hai ...
malik ki khoobsurat beti jab shararat karti hai to malik kahta hai,
'Teri shaadi gadhe se kar dunga...!'
Bas isi ummeed me baitha hoon........

Keeping Hopes may not improve your future, but it will certainly
reduce the pain of Today !!! 

Top 18 Ways to Inspire Others to be Their Best

Top 18 Ways to Inspire Others to be Their Best

We all know people who are inspiring. But just how does one inspire others? Here are simple ways you can inspire people to be their best:

Be a good example. People watch what you do more than they listen to what you say. Be someone worth emulating.

Care about others.

People don't care about how much you know until they know how much you care. Ask questions. Take a genuine interest in people.

Encouragement.

Every  one goes through tough times. When you support people and encourage them through these times, you'll be inspiring them to see the best in themselves and in the situation.

Be inspired yourself.

Look for people, ideas, environments and knowledge that you find inspiring and motivating.

Share from your own experience.

You have more to share than you realize. Mine the rich experiences of your life and share your wisdom from your unique point of view. You may be the only one who can touch someone with your inspiring message.

Be vulnerable.

Be willing to share your failures as well as your successes. Others will relate to you. They'll understand that they're not the only ones with challenges..

Tell stories.

Facts tell and stories sell. They inspire, too. We learn best from parables and we all need to develop our own inspiring stories.

Be a good communicator.

Increasing your ability to communicate effectively is a critical element for you to inspire others. Watch how you speak and what you say. Invest in your communication skills.

Challenge people.

Many of us have had teachers who at times seemed more like tormentors than mentors. They challenged us to do our best, and we were better for it.Practice "care- frontation"— the careful and caring confrontation of others.

It may not follow that all readers are leaders, but certainly all leaders are readers.. Stay informed. Share what you read with others. Tell people about books that have inspired you. Share the knowledge.

A Blackmail letter to the Father.

 Blackmail

 

So Real, It's Scary.. Elevator Floor Falls to Pieces

*A father passing* by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy.

 

Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It was addressed "Dad". With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-

 

*Dear Dad*,

 

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.

 

I've been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you'll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together.

 

Even though Randy is much older than me (*anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is it?* ), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the way of our relationship, don't you agree?

 

Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.

 

Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!

 

*Don't worry Dad*, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

 

*Your loving daughter*,

Rosie.

 

At the bottom of the page were the letters " *PTO*".

 

Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet, and read:

 

PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home.

 

*I love you*!

 

Your loving daughter,

Rosie

 

 

 

Please give ur comments after reading this............

Ramayan - The New American Version

 The American Version Ramayan

A young second generation Indian in the US was asked by his mother to explain the significance of "Diwali" to his younger brother, this is how he went about it... 


" So, like this dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and people liked him. But, like, his step-mom, or something, was kind of a bitch, and she forced her husband to, like, send this cool-dude, he was Ram, to some national forest or something... Since he was going, for like, something like more than 10 years or so... he decided to get his wife and his bro along... you know...so that they could all chill out together. But Dude, the forest was real scary shit... really man...they had monkeys and devils and shit like that. But this dude, Ram, kicked with darts and bows and arrows... so it was fine. 

But then some bad gangsta boys, some jerk called Ravan, picks up his babe (Sita) and lures her away to his hood. And boy, was our man, and also his bro, Laxman, pissed... all the gods were with him... So anyways, you don't mess with gods. So, Ram, and his bro get an army of monkeys... Dude, don't ask me how they trained the damn monkeys... just go along with me, ok.... 

So, Ram, Lax and their monkeys whip this gangstar's A*s in his own hood... Anyways, by this time, their time's up in the forest... and anyways... it gets kinda boring, you know... no TV or malls or shit like that. So,they decided to hitch a ride back now, at least they deserve something nice.... and they didn't have any bars or clubs in those days... so they couldn't take them out for a drink, so they, like, decided to smoke and shit... and since they also had some lamps, they lit the lamps also...so it was pretty cooool... you know with all those fireworks... Really, they even had some local band play along with the fireworks... and you know, what, dude, that was the very first, no kidding.., that was the very first music-synchronized fireworks... you know, like the 4th of July stuff, but just, more cooler and stuff, you know. And, so dude, that was how, like, this festival started.." 

The mother fainted.......................

After reading this really i started thinking about our future generation..............Whether they really follow our culture?

Your comments please................

THE SAMOSA VENDOR.

THE SAMOSA VENDOR. 

A short, but, a real story!

Today in India it’s unbelievable... the numbers are a little difficult to swallow... but interesting nevertheless.

It was my regular train journey home from work. I boarded the 18:50pm train from Paranur. When the train was about to leave Guduvanchery, a samosa vendor with an empty basket got on and took the seat next to me. As the compartment was sparsely occupied and my destination was still far away, I got into a conversation with him.

Me: "Seems like you've sold all your samosas today."

Vendor (smiling): "Yes. By God's grace, full sales today."

Me: "I really feel sorry for you people. Don't you get tired doing this tiresome job the whole day?"

Vendor: "What to do, sir? Only by selling samosas like this every day do we get a commission of .75 paise for each samosa that we sell."

Me: "Oh, is that so ? How many samosas do do sell on an average each day?"

Vendor: "On peak days, we sell 3,000 to 3,500 samosas per person. On dull days, we can't even move 1,000 samosas a day. On an average, we sell about 2,000 samosas a day."

I was speechless... for a few seconds. The guy says he sells 2,000 samosas a day; at 75 paise each, he makes about 1,500 rupees daily, or 45,000 rupees a month. That's Rs 45,000 a month. OMG. I intensified my questioning and this time it was not for time passing.

Me: "Do you make the samosas yourself?"

Vendor: "No Sir. Our proprietor gets the samosas through a samosa manufacturer and we just sell them. After selling we give him the money and he gives us 75 paise for each samosa that we sell."

I was unable to speak a single word more but the vendor continued...but one thing for sure...most of our earnings are spent on living expenses. Only with the remaining money are we able to take care of other business.

Me: "Other business? What is that?"

Vendor: "It is a land business. In 2007 I bought 1.5 acres in Urupakkam for 3 lakh rupees and I sold it a few months back for 15 lakhs. Now I have bought land in Uthiramerur for 5 lakh rupees."

Me: "What did you do with the remaining amount?"

Vendor: "Of the remaining amount, I have set aside 6 lakhs for my daughter's wedding. I have deposited the other 4 lakhs in the bank."

Me: "How much schooling have you had?"

Vendor: "I studied up to third standard; I stopped my studies when I was in the 4th standard. But I know how to read and write. Sir, there are many people like yourself, who dress well, wear a tie, wear shoes, speak English fluently and work in air-conditioned rooms. But I don't think you guys earn as much as we do wearing dirty clothes and selling samosas."

At this point, what could I reply. After all, I was talking to a millionaire! The train chugged into Chromepet station and the samosa vendor got up from his seat.

Vendor: "Sir, this is my station... have a good day."

Me: "Take care. "What more is there to say!



Please give ur comments on this real story............

Family Problem

Family Problem
Two men, one American and an Indian were sitting in a bar drinking shot after shot.

The Indian man said to the American, "You know my parents are forcing me to get married to this so called homely girl from a village whom I haven't even met once." We call this arranged marriage.

I don't want to marry a woman whom I don't love... I told them that openly and now have a hell lot of family problems."

The American said, Talking about love marriages... I'll tell you my story.

I married a widow whom I deeply loved and dated for 3 years. "After a couple of years, my father fell in love with my step-daughter and so my father became my son-in-law and I became my father's father-in-law.

Legally now my daughter is my mother and my wife my grandmother.

More problems occurred when I had a son. My son is my father's brother and so he is my uncle. Situations turned worse when my father had a son. Now my father's son i.e. my brother is my grandson.

Ultimately, I have become my own grand father and I am my own grandson.

And you say you have family problems..

The Other Side....

Look at the Other Side..
A Father was reading a magazine and his little daughter every now and then distracted him. To keep her busy, he tore one page on which was printed the map of the world. He tore it into pieces and asked her to go to her room and put them together to make the map again.

He was sure she would take the whole day to get it done. But the little one came back within minutes with perfect map... When he asked how she could do it so quickly, she said, “Oh.... Dad, there is a man’s face on the other side of the paper... I made the face perfect to get the map right." she ran outside to play leaving the father surprised.

Moral of the Story:

Friends, There is always the other side to whatever you experience in this world. This story indirectly teaches a lesson. That is, whenever we come across a challenge or a puzzling situation, look at the other side... You will be surprised to see an easy way to tackle the problem..

The Brick

THE BRICK 

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. 

He was watching for kids darting out from between parked

cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. 

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! 

He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to 

the spot where the brick had been thrown. 

The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, 

'What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?' 

The young boy was apologetic. 

'Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do,' He pleaded. 

'I threw the brick because no one else would stop....' With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car. 

'It's my brother, 'he said 'He rolled off the curb and fell 

out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up.' 

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, 'Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me.' 

Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat... He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. 

'Thank you and may God bless you,' the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk 

towards their home. 

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair

the dented side door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message: 'Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us. 

It's our choice to listen or not.