3 Things...!

There are three things that you can never recover....
The Word............after Pronounced!
The Occasion......after Lost!
The Time.............after Gone!
Hence be concious how you have make use of them in a positive way..!

Attitude

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.

Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today?" So she did and she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head. 

"H-M-M," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today?" So she did and she had a grand day.

T! he next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head. 

"Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail." So she did and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head. 

"YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"

Attitude is everything.

Be kinder than necessary,

for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.

Live simply,

Love generously,

Care deeply,

Speak kindly.......

Chanakya's quotes...

“Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions - Why am I doing it, What the results might be and Will I be successful. Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead.”

“Purity of speech, of the mind, of the senses, and the of a compassionate heart are needed by one who desires to rise to the divine platform.”

“One whose knowledge is confined to books and whose wealth is in the possession of others, can use neither his knowledge nor wealth when the need for them arises.”

“The one excellent thing that can be learned from a lion is that whatever a man intends doing should be done by him with a whole-hearted and strenuous effort.”

“The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction.”

“The earth is supported by the power of truth; it is the power of truth that makes the sun shine and the winds blow; indeed all things rest upon truth."

DON'T WE ALL

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work. 

Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum. From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money. There are times when you feel generous but there are other times 

that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't want to be bothered times." 

"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought. He didn't. 

He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus. 

After a few minutes he spoke. "That's a very pretty car," he said. He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly 

blond beard keep more than his face warm. I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.

He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never came. As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if 

he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true to the inner voice. 

"Do you need any help?" I asked. He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget. 

We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments. I expected nothing but an 

outstretched grimy hand. He spoke the three words that shook me. 

"Don't we all?" he said.

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge 

shotgun. Don't we all? 

I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus 

fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter 

how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or 

a place to sleep, you can give help.

Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that. You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all. 

They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from 

daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see. Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe 

he was more than that. Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves.

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help." 

Don't we all?

Author Unknown

Just one life...

Dream what you want to dream; 
go where you want to go;
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life 
and one chance to do all the things
you want to do. 


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. 


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.


Don't go for looks; they can deceive. 
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile to 
make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.

MOMENTS IN LIFE

There are moments in life when you miss someone 
so much that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real! 


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.


When the door of happiness closes, another opens; 
but often times we look so long at the
closed door that we don't see the one,
which has been opened for us.

Have a wonderful Day!!!

When you have a Passion and a Reason to do something, 

you'll surely have what you want... 
It may seem hard or even impossible 

but if you have a Strong Enough Reason to do Something, 

You'll be able to tap in your Inner God-given Potential!

5 important lessons to learn from a humble pencil

1. It tells you that everything you do will always leave a Mark 

2. You can always correct the mistake you make 

3. The important thing in life is what you are from inside and not from out side 

4. In life you will undergo painful sharpenings which will make you better in whatever you do 

5. Finally, to be the best you can be, you must allow yourself to be held and guided by the hand that holds you 

Pretty old one....but worth reading...!

The cucumber seller of Chennai

On a hot July day, my colleague Moses and I were trying to locate our car on Chennai’s Nungambakkam High Road in front of Nalli Silks when I saw a roadside cart laden with cucumbers. The seller was vacantly gazing at passersby. Clad in a white shirt and a dhoti worn in the traditional Chennai style, he had long hair and an unkempt beard. I did not know Tamil, and asked Moses to find out the price. One rupee apiece, came the reply. We wanted one piece each. The cucumber seller began deftly slicing them to put salt and the delectable red chilly powder on the neat halves. As we bit into the cucumber, I asked Moses to tell him that his pricing was too low, and that he should raise it. Moses conveyed this. The seller shook his head, and replied that “customer satisfaction” is more important than extra profit. The words ‘customer satisfaction’ were in English. I gulped my patronizing comment. At this time, Moses excused himself to find our car. After a few moments, the seller asked me in English where I was from. From Bangalore, I replied. What follows here is our conversation. His statements are highlighted.

Isn’t the Karnataka budget due to be presented tomorrow? Yes, that is true. Living in Karnataka, it was easy for me to concur on this.

I wonder how the governments of Karnataka and Tamil Nadu will ever solve the watersharing problem. Man cannot solve this problem. It has to be God. After all, it is an issue of how much rain is going to fall! I nodded. I was not sure if I had a view at all.

See the way the monsoon is progressing. It does not look good. The progress of the rains is leaving a ‘V’ of a dry patch as the clouds move north. Bihar, Orissa, Madhya Pradesh and the states up north will have problems. Politicians are the ones who use such problems to create a divide among people. They always do it. They use water, religion, anything they can, to create a divide. Look at the way Amarinder Singh of Punjab is taking a stand. 

I looked at him, in part admiration and part disbelief.

You’re from Bangalore. Things are going well for you folks. But I don’t understand how people with shady business interests can become representatives of public opinion there. 

It was part complaint and part observation.  

At this point, a fellow peddler arrived — helped himself to some of the cucumber, and the two had a quick conversation on some issue I did not understand. After the other person left, I asked him if selling cucumber was his full-time vocation. He told me that right now it was. Earlier, he sold lottery tickets, the trading of which has since been banned. As a result he had to switch his business to selling cucumbers on the wheeled cart. No complaints and no issues. Meaning to engage him further, I asked him his religion. This drew an instant look of disappointment from him: “Sir, I am an Indian. That is my religion. In my eyes, all people are equal, and it does not matter to me at all.” The clarity of his response and his conviction took me completely by surprise. His net worth was probably equal to his day’s turnover. The newspaper and magazines he reads, to keep abreast of things, wipe off the disposable income he generates. Bare feet on this busy, dusty road, he sold a low-value, perishable product from a rickety cart. At peace with himself and with the world rushing past, this man was dressed in poverty. But in his presence, it was I who felt poor.

We are not complete if we are not connected. It is only when we are connected that things make sense. Only when things make sense, we can form an opinion. Standing there, I wondered how many in the corporate world know who the chief minister of Punjab is, and about the progress of the monsoon! How many have an informed view on river water politics and budget proceedings of another state.

Soon, Moses appeared with our car. It was time for me to go. I shook hands with the nameless cucumber seller of Chennai. Actually, I wanted to touch his feet. 

An article in Business World by SUBROTO BAGCHI, Co-founder & Chief Operating Officer at MindTree Consulting. 

Shay.....The Hero

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

"When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story: 

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps. 

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. 

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman'-s head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.

Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day! 

Just laugh out loud...

March 2011


Employee :  My God.  What a fool my Manager is?  He over paid me by 5K. Hi Hi Hi... I'll not tell him about this...


April 2011


Employee :  What the hell is this... How come my salary has arrived with 5K less this month... 
what does he think.....?


Boss :  Last month I overpaid you by 5K....but you din't complain...so why now?


Employee : Well the thing is I don't mind if you make a mistake once..but if it becomes a habit I have to say something..........

No Time - Poem

I knelt to pray but not for long, 
I had too much to do. 
I had to hurry and get to work 
For bills would soon be due. 
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer, 
And jumped up off my knees. 
My duty was now done 
My soul could rest at ease..... 
All day long I had no time 
To spread a word of cheer 
No time to speak of the Lord to friends, 
They'd laugh at me I'd fear. 
No time, no time, too much to do, 
That was my constant cry, 
No time to give to souls in need 
But at last the time, the time to die. 
I went before the Lord, 
I came, I stood with downcast eyes. 
For in his hands God! held a book; 
It was the book of life. 
God looked into his book and said 
"Your name I cannot find 
I once was going to write it down... 
But never found the time" 

Everything happens for the good

There was once a King who had a wise advisor. The advisor followed the King everywhere, and his favorite advice was, “Everything happens for the good”. 

One day the King went hunting and had a little accident. He shot an arrow at his own foot and was injured. He asked the advisor what he thought about the accident, to which the advisor replied, “Everything happens for the good”. This time the King was really upset and ordered for his advisor to be put in prison. 

The King asked his advisor, “Now, what do you think?” The advisor again replied, “Everything happens for the good”. So the advisor remained in prison. 

The King later went on a hunting trip, this time without the advisor. The King was then captured by some cannibals. He was taken to the cannibals' camp where he was to be the evening meal for the cannibals. Before putting him into the cooking pot he was thoroughly inspected. The cannibals saw the wound on the King’s foot and decided to throw him back into the jungle. According to the cannibals' tradition, they would not eat anything that was imperfect. As a result the King was spared. 

The King suddenly realized what his advisor said was true. The advisor also escaped death because had he not been in prison, he would have followed the King on the hunting trip, and would have ended up in the cooking  pot. 

Coffee......

A  group  of  alumni,  highly established in their careers, got together to visit  their  old  university  professor.  Conversation  soon  turned  into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering  his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with  large  pot  of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass,  crystal,  some  plain  looking,  some  expensive,  some exquisite - telling them   to help themselves to hot coffee.

When  all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you  noticed,  all  the  nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind  the  plain  and  cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only  the  best  for  yourselves,  that  is the source of your problems and stress.

What  all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were eyeing each other's cups.

" Now if life is coffee , then the jobs, money and position in society are the  cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life  doesn't change. Some times, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."

So folks, don't let the cups drive you..., enjoy the coffee instead.

GOOD is not GOOD where BETTER is EXPECTED and the BEST is POSSIBLE!!!!!