An Interview

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.

He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview,  made the last decision.

The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school  
until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the  youth answered "none".

The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school  fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year  
old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.

The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered,  "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth  to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth  and perfect.

The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to  study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes  faster than me.

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and  clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he  went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands.  
His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her  hands to the kid.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so  
wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises  were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of  hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school  
fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother  had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly  washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you  tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished  cleaning all the remaining clothes'

The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."

The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my  mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working  together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get  something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a  
person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his  only goal in life. You are hired.

Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect  of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team.  The company's performance improved tremendously.

A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he  wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put  
himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he  starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when  
he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his  employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who  
may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but  eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be  
full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective  parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid  
instead?*

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn  piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please  
let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you  
do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love  them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich  their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the  mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid  
learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and  learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
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A Thousand Miles Close

I am sorry I can't introduce myself right now, because I am running.

The sun has not set yet but it is dark. There are dark clouds all over the sky and they are filling the air with water. It seems as if today they are going to cry all of their tears away. I am trying to run as fast as I can but the rain is faster than me. So far it hasn't let me win. The wind and rain are trying to stop me but I am not going to let them do that. The wind is firing the rain drops like bullets on my face but nothing is going to stop me today because today I have to reach for a place, I have to reach for my life, I have to reach for the bench; yes the bench.

I go pass the lamppost that is only illuminating the rain. I cross the road, jump over the wooden fence and land into the world of my yesterdays.
It was raining, but that day it was not raining to stop me, rather it took me to places. Places that I had always seen but I had never been there before. It was a very soft rain that fell like breeze on my face. That's why I was not running, I was just walking. I had never met this park in the rain before. I used to stay at home in the rain. It was the first time that I had gone there in the rain. I don't remember since how long had I been coming in this park, sitting on the bench under the willow and watching the sunset. It must have been a long time. It seemed as if the bench belonged to me, as now there was no one who would sit on that bench but me.

It was a wooden bench of a medium length. On one side there was a meadow and on the other face, just behind the willow there was a big pond. Everyday the sun would play hide and seek with me from behind the leaves of the willow and then would drown in the pond.
But that day, there was no sun; instead rain was sinking in the pond. I had hardly reached my place when I saw a girl approaching the bench hurriedly. I stopped. I wished her to pass by and not to sit on my bench. Or may be I wished her to sit on my bench. I didn't know till then. But she did sit there and I was surprised. May be she sat there because the willow was the nearest shelter from the rain.

It was after a long time that someone else besides me had sat there and it felt good. I turned to my left and stood under another tree, with no bench of course, from where I could see her. She was sitting there with both of her hands in her lap and her eyes wandering here and there but looking nowhere. She was interested in nothing I guess. She was only waiting for the rain to stop.
After a while the rain turned into a drizzle. She stood up and walked away.

I stood there for a while, staring at the bench and then walked on.
Next evening, after a long and tough working day, I went to the park. White clouds were playing in the sky like naughty little kids. It was about twenty minutes to sunset. I reached my place and____ there was someone sitting on my bench. Do I need to tell you who?

She was there again and I couldn't believe it. She deprived me of sitting on my bench for the second time and today the sunset as well. It was the most beautiful injustice ever done to me. Now there was no other way for me but just to stand another tree and that's what I did. When the sun was setting, a strange thing happened; I saw two sunsets, one in the pond and the other in her eyes.

After that day I never went there to see the sun sinking in the pond but to see the sun setting in her eyes. I had given that bench to her without telling her. And she, without knowing it, took it from me.

The days kept on creeping and it seemed to me it'll carry on forever. After every hard working day, I would see her and all my tiresomeness would take wings and fly away. She was like that. She was not special but different. And what was that, that made her different; I could never have known until a child solver my problem. He made her smile and yes___ that was smile. I had never seen her smiling before but that was smile all over her, on her lips, in her eyes, in the movement of her hands, in the wavering of her hair, in the walking of her feet. SHE was smile.

So far everything seemed like a movie but it wasn't a movie. I wish it were so that I wouldn't let the bad part come and keep it happening forever. Till then it did seem as if it will go like this forever but then the bad part came. It may sound despicable to you, did to me. Even that I feel cheap to say that it was people. They would sit on my bench. Cheap isn't it? I let them sit on my bench, I didn't object. But the cheapest part is that they took away all the smiles. I only allowed them to sit on my bench, not to take away all the smiles.

But, well, I could say nothing to them as they were not bad but they just couldn't wait. They were kind of people who just do it. While I knew how to wait. I can wait forever. All my life I had been waiting for nobody, now I could wait for her. I could wait for her smile to come into my eyes, for her words to come into my ears.

I kept on waiting and things kept on changing. She changed too. She had become special, not for me but for others. For me she was still different. She was still coming to the park but now I could only see one sunset, that in the pond. I lost my bench too. Now there were a lot of people on and around my bench and I was waiting for them to leave. I wanted my bench to be left alone, just with her. But how to make them leave, I didn't know. The only thing I could do was to wait, that's what I did and that's what I am good at.

And today is the day. I had been waiting for this day. It is raining as hard as it can and I am running as fast as I can. First time when it rained I found her. Now it's raining again and I'll find her again. I am sure of it.
After jumping over the wooden fence, I land into the park. It is twenty minutes to sunset. I step into a little ditch full of water and lose my balance but I have no time to fall so I don't fall and keep on running. I know they are not coming today. The rain will stop them. They are afraid of the rain. But what about her? She had changed quite some time ago. She wouldn't want to come when no one else is coming. But I am coming, she will have to come. She is a brave girl, she won't be afraid of rain.

Today I'll forget everything that happened before. Today it will like the first time. Today everything will start all over again. The bad part is over and this time I wont let anyone near my bench but just her and I. While passing by an iron bench I lose my balance again and my knee hits the corner of the bench. These iron benches do hurt you know but my wooden bench never hurts. I don't have time to feel this pain so I keep on running towards my place.

And finally I am there. Yes, I have reached the bench. I can see the place now. The raindrops are trying to hide it but I can see the place.
All the days of the past are scampering in front of my eyes. I am feeling tired now and I am feeling pain in my knee.
There is no one on the bench.
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The Best Management Lesson

(Former President of India APJ Abdul Kalam at Wharton India Economic forum , Philadelphia , March 22,2008 )

Question: Could you give an example, from your own experience, of how leaders should manage failure?
Kalam: Let me tell you about my experience. In 1973 I became the project director of India 's satellite launch
vehicle program, commonly called the SLV-3. Our goal was to put India 's 'Rohini' satellite into orbit by 1980.

I was given funds and human resources -- but was told clearly that by 1980 we had to launch the satellite into
space. Thousands of people worked together in scientific and technical teams towards that goal.

By 1979 -- I think the month was August -- we thought we were ready. As the project director, I went to the
control center for the launch. At four minutes before the satellite launch, the computer began to go through the
checklist of items that needed to be checked. One minute later, the computer program put the launch on hold;
the display showed that some control components were not in order.

My experts -- I had four or five of them with me -- told me not to worry; they had done their calculations and there was enough reserve fuel.So I bypassed the computer, switched to manual mode, and launched the rocket. In the first stage,
everything worked fine.. In the second stage, a problem developed. Instead of the satellite going into orbit,
the whole rocket system plunged into the Bay of Bengal . It was a big failure.

That day, the chairman of the Indian Space Research Organization, Prof. Satish Dhawan, had called a press
conference. The launch was at 7:00 am , and the press conference -- where journalists from around the
world were present -- was at 7:45 am at ISRO's satellite launch range in Sriharikota [in Andhra Pradesh in
southern India ]. Prof. Dhawan, the leader of the organization, conducted the press conference himself.
He took responsibility for the failure -- he said that the team had worked very hard, but that it needed more
technological support. He assured the media that in another year, the team would definitely succeed. Now,
I was the project director, and it was my failure, but instead, he took responsibility for the failure as chairman
of the organization.
 
The next year, in July 1980, we tried again to launch the satellite -- and this time we succeeded.. The whole
nation was jubilant. Again, there was a press conference. Prof. Dhawan called me aside and told me,
'You conduct the press conference today.'
 
I learned a very important lesson that day. When failure occurred, the leader of the organization owned that failure.
When success came, he gave it to his team.
 
The best management lesson I have learned did not come to me from reading a book; it came from that experience . . .
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The Perfect Boss . . .

There were about 70 scientists working on a very hectic project. All of them were really frustrated due to the pressure of work and the demands of their boss but everyone was loyal to him and did not think of quitting the job.

 

One day, one scientist came to his boss and told him - Sir, I have promised to my children that I will take them to the exhibition going on in our 
township. So I want to leave the  office at 5 30 pm.

 

His boss replied "OK, You're permitted to leave the office early today"

 

The Scientist started working. He continued his work after lunch. As usual he got involved  to such an extent that he looked at his watch when he felt 
he was close to  completion.The time was 8.30 PM.  Suddenly he remembered of the promise he had given to  his children.

 

He looked for his boss,,He was not there. Having told him in the morning itself, he closed  everything and left for home.

 

Deep within himself, he was feeling guilty for having disappointed his children.He reached home. Children were not there.His wife alone was sitting 
in the hall and reading  magazines.

 

The situation was explosive, any talk would boomerang on him. His wife asked him  "Would you like to have coffee or shall I straight away serve dinner if you  are hungry.

 

The man replied "If you would like to have coffee, i too will have but what about Children ??"
Wife replied "You don't know ?? Your manager came here at 5.15 PM and has  taken the  children to the exhibition "

 

What had really happened was ... The boss who granted him permission was observing him working seriously at 5.00 PM. He thought to himself, this 
person will not leave the work, but if he has promised his children  they should enjoy the visit to exhibition.

 

So he took the lead in taking  them to exhibition The boss does not have to do it every time. But once it is done, loyalty is  

established.

 

That is why all the scientists at Thumba continued to work under their boss even though  the stress was tremendous.

 

By the way , can you hazard a guess as to who the boss was..?

 

He was none other than Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, Ex President of India . . .

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Your Love...

Your Love wakes me up in the middle of the night, 

I wish to hold you tight in my arms..

I wish to hear your Breath and feel its warmth..

I wish to Hear your Heart Beat with Mine..

I wish to give you all the Happiness and Love you are Waiting For...


Your Love wakes me up in the middle of the night, 

I wish to steal all your sorrows and tears, to keep you happy for the rest of my Life..

I wish to console you when you are in Pain..

I wish to spend My life inside your Pure Soul..

I wish to Love You more then anyone in this World...


Your Love wakes me up in the middle of the night, 

I wish to feel the Softness of you Hands against Mine..

I wish we can be in Love with each other thurough out our lives...

I wish to touch your soul to find my existence close to your Heart...


When the darkness of Night Disapears in the Light Of Morning, 

I wish to find myself lying beside you, In your Soul, in your Arms, In your Love, away from all the sorrows of Life...


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அப்பா

எப்படி எப்படி
எல்லாமோ
தன் பாசம்
உணர்த்துவாள் அம்மா
ஒரேயொரு
கைஅழுத்தத்தில்
எல்லாமே
உணர்த்துவார்
அப்பா...

அம்மா
எத்தனையோ முறை
திட்டினாலும்
உறைத்ததில்லை
உடனே
உறைத்திருக்கிறது
என்றேனும்
அப்பா
முகம் வாடும் போது...

முன்னால்
சொன்னதில்லை
பிறர் சொல்லித்தான்
கேட்டிருக்கிறேன்
என்னைப்
பற்றி பெருமையாக
அப்பா
பேசிக்கொண்டிருந்ததை...

சொல்லிக்
கொடுத்ததில்லை
திட்டியதும் இல்லை
இல்லை என்றும்
சொன்னதுமில்லை
வேண்டாம் எனக்
கூறியதும் இல்லை
இருந்தும் ஏதோ
ஒன்றினால்
கட்டுப்படுத்தியது
அப்பாவின் அன்பு...

All My Life



Babe you are...
Close to me you're like my mother,
Close to me you're like my father,
Close to me you're like my sister,
Close to me you're like my brother
You are the only one my everything
and for you this song I sing...
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All For Love...




When it's love you give
I'll be a man of good faith...
Then in love you live
I'll make a stand. I won't break...

I'll be the rock you can build on
Be there when you're old,
To have and to hold. ..

When there's love inside
I swear I'll always be strong...
Then there's a reason why
I'll prove to you we belong...

I'll be the wall that protects you
From the wind and the rain,
From the hurt and pain....

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I'M HERE FOR YOU...

I cannot ease your aching heart,
nor take your pain away;
but let me stay and take your hand,
and walk with you today.
I'll listen when you need to talk,
I'll wipe away your tears;
I'll share your worries when they come,
and I'll help you face your fears.
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Self Appraisal...

A little boy went to a telephone booth which was at the cash counter of a  store and dialed a number.
The store-owner observed and listened to the  conversation:

Boy : "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?
Woman: (at the other end of the phone line) "I  already have someone to cut my lawn."
Boy: "Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price than the person who cuts your lawn now."
Woman: I'm very satisfied with the person who is  presently cutting my lawn.
Boy: (with more perseverance) "Lady, I'll even sweep the floor  and the stairs of your house for free.
Woman: No, thank you.

With a smile on his face, the little  boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all this,  walked over to the boy.

Store Owner: "Son... I like  your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a  job."
Boy: "No thanks,
Store Owner:  But you were really pleading for one.
Boy: No Sir, I was just  checking my performance at the job I already have. I am the one who is  working for that lady I was talking to!"
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Dear Love...

Where were you all these years
I missed you when I was there...

You're the love of my life,
the one I never thought I'd hold...

My mind is filled with thoughts of you...

I wish you were here, holding me close,
the warmth of your touch,
is what I miss the most...

I wish I could hold your hand,
 and walk with you miles..

Days go by, you're not here,
I long for the moment,
when I could hold you near...
_ Jagadeesh...
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A Girl and A Boy…

So I decided that I'd ask her to marry me.
Or ask her if she would marry me.
Or say that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
Or tell her I loved her, and that I wanted her to be with me forever.
Or give her a ring -- a big, huge diamond ring.
Or just get down on my knees and let my eyes say it all.

Well, I had reached a decision. What exactly I was going to do about it, I didn't know -- at least not yet.

It's now exactly one year since the first time I had started talking with her-- an anniversary of sorts. I remembered, because that first time was New Year.

And tomorrow it's New Year again.
And we had become close friends.
And I had fallen in love.

And since I am a simple-minded sort of guy, I have decided I want to marry her.

But How to tell her, though, was a bit of a problem.
There were so many ways to do it and choosing the right one wasn't easy. And I had no idea how she'd react.

Would she think I was moving too fast?
Was it too early to suggest marriage?
Was she even interested in me in that way?

Surely, the best way to find out was to tell her how I felt, and ask her if she felt the same.
And if she did, then we could get married. Right?

These thoughts had been in my head from the moment I had woken up that morning. And I'd only been awake a few minutes. As I finished brushing my teeth, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi!" It was her.

The sound of her cheery voice took my breath away. "Hi!" I replied, almost whispering.

"Listen," she said, sounding very excited. "I'm having a party at home tonight. Be there at eight."

"Sure," I replied.

"Ok, bye!" And she put the phone down.

I stood there for almost a minute, staring at the phone in my hand.

And then I stupidly said "Bye" to it.

I would have to reach the party early, to tell her in private. Or should I say it right there in front of all the guests? Or after the party, when we were cleaning up after everyone was gone?

And what was I going to get her? Should I get her anything at all? How about flowers? Roses? Or was that too clichéd?
Orchids sounded better.
Or bluebells.
Or tulips.
Or cauliflower.

I checked my thoughts. No. Not cauliflower.

It's New Year.
A gift was definitely in order.
I could get her that moonstone pendant she liked so much.
But then it was a little flimsy as a gift.
It was really a toy more than a piece of jewellery.
But did it matter if she really liked it?

Should I get her a book instead?
Or a CD?
Or an earring?
Or should I make her something?
I thought about my artistic skills and decided that that was probably not a good idea.

I spent so much time looking for a suitable gift all day that by the time I decided that flowers would be a better option, all the florists had closed.

And it was also too late to try to get to her house early and catch her alone.

So I decided I'd tell her after the party when everyone was gone. And that I wouldn't get her anything -- more because I couldn't, than anything else.

Feeling like a fool, and extremely nervous, I reached her doorstep. I was on time, but there didn't seem to be any noise coming from inside.
Maybe no one had turned up yet. After all, who came to a party on time?

I stood there and composed myself for a minute.
Then, reasonably confident that the turmoil I was going through wouldn't show, I knocked.

She opened the door, but only a fraction.
She slid out without opening the door completely, handed me a piece of cloth, and told me to tie it around my eyes. "We're playing Blind Man's Buff," she said.

Meekly, I put the blindfold on, and she led me into the house. There was silence, and no one was making a sound. Quite sneaky of everyone, I thought to myself.

She spun me around a little, and then made me stop.
She backed away, and then said from somewhere behind me, "Ok, you can take it off now."

Though a little confused as to what version of Blind Man's Buff was played after taking the blindfold off, I complied.

And as soon as I opened my eyes, I froze.

I was standing in the middle of her empty living room, and the lights had all been turned off. But the room was brightly lit with dozens of candles.

And on the wall in front of me, was a big poster with the following words on it:

One year ago, this day we met.

There was an arrow pointing to the right, beside the poster.

So I turned. On the next wall were the words:

One year of friendship
One year of joy
One year of laughter
between a girl and a boy

One year of comfort
One year of closeness
One year of peace
and a whole lot of happiness

On the third wall, was:

One year or Six,
a lifetime it seems,
And yet, it feels just like yesterday

I turned to look at the fourth wall, and there, standing in front of
it, was she, holding up a poster in her hands that said:

I want to be this happy forever

Will You Marry Me?

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Because You Loved Me - Teddy!!

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Celine Dion-Lets talk about Love

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Quotes…

Dream is not what you see in sleep. It is something that does not let you sleep. ~ Abdul Kalam

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. ~ Eliot

Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do. ~ Benjamin Spock

Your problem is never really your problem, your reaction to your problem is your problem. ~ Brian Kinsey

There are two primary choices in life to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them. ~ Denis Waitley

Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Willing is not enough; we must do. ~ Goethe

Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going. ~ Jim Ryun

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What is Love…

If You Love Someone . . .
If you love some one because you think that he or she is really gorgeous ...
then it's not love..
it's  -  Infatuation . . .
If you love some one because you think that you shouldn't leave him because
others think that you shouldn't ... then it's not love..
it's  -  compromise . . .
If you love some one because you think that you cannot live with out his touch ....
then it's not love ..
it's  -  lust . . .
If you love some one because you have been kissed by him ...
then it's not love..
it's  -  inferiority complex . . .
If you love some one because you cannot leave him thinking that it would hurt his feelings ..
then it's not love ..
it's  -  charity . . .
If you love some one because you share every thing with him ...
then it's not love..
it's  -  friendship . . .
but if you feel the pain of the other person more than him even when he is stable
and you cry for him ..
that's -  LOVE . . .
if you get attracted to other people but stay with him without any regrets..
that's -  LOVE . . .
If you let him go knowing that he has to go but he doesn't want to..
that's -  LOVE . . .

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How to stay happy . . .

A man and his girlfriend were married.  It was a large celebration.
All of their friends and family came to see the lovely ceremony and to
partake of the festivities and celebrations.  A wonderful time was had by all.
The bride was gorgeous in her white wedding gown and the groom was
very dashing in his black tuxedo.
Everyone could tell that the love they had for each other was true.

A few months later, the wife comes to the husband with a proposal:
"I read in a magazine, a while ago, about how we can strengthen our marriage."
she offered.

"Each of us will write a list of the things that we find a bit annoying
with the other person. Then, we can talk about how we can fix them
together and make our lives happier together."

The husband agreed.  So each of them went to a separate room in the house
and thought of the things that annoyed them about the other.  They thought
about this question for the rest of the day and wrote down what they came up with.
The next morning, at the breakfast table, they decided that they would go over their
lists..

  "I'll start," offered the wife.  She took out her list.  It had many items on it. 
Enough to fill 3 pages, in fact. As she started reading the list of the little annoyances,
she noticed that tears were starting to appear in her husband’s eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing" the husband replied, "keeps reading your list.."

The wife continued to read until she had read all three pages to her
husband.  She neatly placed her list on the table and folded her hands
over top of it.

"Now, you read your list and then we'll talk about the things on both
of our lists."  She said happily.

  Quietly the husband stated, "I don't have anything on my list. I
think that you are perfect the way that you are. I don't want you to change
anything for me. You are lovely and wonderful and I wouldn't want to try
and change anything about you."

The wife, touched by his honesty and the depth of his love for her
and his acceptance of her, turned her head and wept.

   IN LIFE, there are enough times when we are disappointed, depressed
and annoyed. We don't really have to go looking for them. We have a
wonderful world that is full of beauty, light and promise. Why waste time
in this world looking for the bad, disappointing or annoying when we can
look around us, and see the wondrous things before us..?

  I believe that WE ARE HAPPIEST WHEN we see and praise the good and
try our best to forget the bad. Nobody's perfect but we can find perfectness
in them to change the way we see them.

  - We are not trying to condone what is bad. Correction does much, but
encouragement does more. "The blue of heaven is larger than the clouds . . ."

-- Unknown

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Word 4 You…

முகம்கூட பாராமல் முடிவேதும் தெரியாமல்
இவளோடு ஒரு சொந்தம் உருவானதே...

மண்ணோடு மரித்தாலும் அனல்கொண்டு எரித்தாலும்
உயிர்கொண்ட உன்னுருவம் மறையாதே...

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Which wolf wins?!

An old Cherokee is telling his granddaughter about a fight that is going on inside himself. He said it is between two wolves. One is evil: Anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.  The other is good: Joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith. The granddaughter thought about it for a minute and then asked her grandfather, "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one I feed."

-Unknown

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A Buddhist Master

There was one great master, a Buddhist master, Nagarjuna.  A thief came to him.  The
thief had fallen in love with the master because he had never seen such a beautiful person, such infinite grace.  He asked Nagarjuna, "Is there some possibility of my growth also?  But one thing I must make clear to you: I am a thief.  And another thing: I cannot leave it, so please don't make it a condition.  I will do whatsoever you say, but I cannot stop being a thief.  That I have tried many times--it never works, so I have left the whole sport.  I have accepted my destiny, that I am going to be a thief and remain a thief, so don't talk about it.  From the very beginning let it be clear."
   Nagarjuna said, "Why are you afraid?  Who is going to talk about your being a thief?
     The thief said,  "But whenever I go to a monk, to a religious priest, or to a religious saint, they always say, 'First stop stealing.'"
     Nagarjuna laughed and said, "Then you must have gone to thieves; otherwise, why? Why should they be concerned? I am not concerned!"
      The thief was very happy.  He said, "Then it is okay.  It seems that now I can become a disciple.  You are the right master."
       Nagarjuna accepted him and said, "Now you can go and do whatsoever you like.  Only one condition has to be followed: be aware!  Go, break into houses, enter, take things, steal; do whatsoever you like, that is of no concern to me, I am not a thief--but do it with full awareness."
        The thief couldn't understand that he was falling into the trap.  He said, "Then everything is okay. I will try."
         After three weeks he came back and said, "You are tricky--because if I become aware, I cannot steal.  If I steal, awareness disappears. I am in a fix."
          Nagarjuna said, "No more talk about your being a thief and stealing. I am not concerned;  I am not a thief. Now, you decide! If you want awareness, then you decide. If you don't want it, then too you decide."

          The man said, "But now it is difficult.  I have tasted it a little, and it is so beautiful--I will leave anything, whatsoever you say.  Just the other night for the first time I was able to enter the palace of the king.  I opened the treasure.  I could have become the richest man in the world--but you were following me and I had to be aware.  When I became aware, diamonds looked just like stones, ordinary stones.  When I lost awareness, the treasure was there.  And I waited and did this many times.  I would become aware and I became like a buddha, and I could not even touch it because the whole thing looked foolish, stupid--just stones, what am I doing?  Losing myself over stones?  But then I would lose awareness; they would become again beautiful, the whole illusion.  But finally I decided that they were not worth it."

 

 

From Awareness The Key to Living In Balance by Osho.

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A Zen Story

Two traveling monks reached a river where they met a young woman.
Wary of the current, she asked if they could carry her across.
One of the monks hesitated, but the other quickly picked her up onto his shoulders, transported her across the water, and put her down on the other bank. She thanked him and departed.

As the monks continued on their way, the one was brooding and preoccupied. Unable
to hold his silence, he spoke out. "Brother, our spiritual training teaches us to avoid
any contact with women, but you picked that one up on your shoulders and carried
her!"

"Brother," the second monk replied, "I set her down on the other side, while you are
still carrying her."

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சீருடைப்பு

ரெட்டை ஜடை
வெள்ளை ரிப்பன்
வெள்ளிக்கிழமை மட்டும் பூ

கட்டங்களுடன் சட்டை
குட்டைப் பாவாடை
கருப்பு ஷூ

உடன்

வெள்ளை சாக்ஸ்க்குள்
ஒளிந்தவாறு
வெளியே தெரியாமல்
கான்வென்ட் போகிறது
புதுக் கொலுசொன்றும்...

- Unknown

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Wonderful Lyrics…

பூக்கள் பூக்கும் தருணம் ஆருயிரே பார்த்ததாரும் இல்லையே
புலரும் காலை பொழுதை முழு மதியும் பிரிந்து போவதில்லையே

நேற்றுவரை நேரம் போகவில்லையே உனது அருகே நேரம் போதவில்லையே
எதுவும் பேசவில்லையே இன்று ஏனோ எதுவும் தோன்றவில்லையே
இரவும் விடிய வில்லையே அது விடிந்தால் பகலும் முடியவில்லையே

வார்த்தை தேவையில்லை வாழும் காலம் வரை பாவை பார்வை மொழி பேசுமே
நேற்று தேவை இல்லை நாளை தேவையில்லை இன்று இந்த நொடி போதுமே

வேரின்றி விதையின்றி விண் தூவும் மழையின்றி இது என்ன இவன் தோட்டம் பூப்பூக்குதே
வாள் இன்றி போர் இன்றி வலிக்கின்ற யுத்தம் இன்றி இது என்ன இவனுக்குள் எனை வெல்லுதே

இதயம் முழுதும் இருக்கும் இந்த தயக்கம் எங்கு கொண்டு நிருத்தும்
இதை அறிய எங்கு கிடைக்கும் விளக்கம் அது கிடைத்தால் சொல்ல வேண்டும் எனக்கும்

எந்த மேகம் இது எந்தன் வாசல் வந்து எங்கும் ஈரமழை தூவுதே
என்ன உறவு இது எதுவும் புரியவில்லை என்ற போதும் இது நீளுதே

யார் என்று அறியாமல் பேர் கூட தெரியாமல் இவனோடு ஒரு சொந்தம் உருவானதே
ஏன் என்று கேட்காமல் தடுத்தாளும் நிற்காமல் இவன் போகும் வழி எங்கும் மனம் போகுதே

பாதை முடிந்த பிறகும் இந்த உலகில் பயணம் முடிவதில்லையே
காற்றில் பறந்தே பறவை மறைந்த பிறகும் இலை தொடங்கும் நடனம் முடிவதில்லையே

எப்ப வருவ....?

கர்ப்பந்தான் பத்து மாசம்..
உன்னைக் காணவுமே பத்து மாசம்..

வருடத்தில் இரண்டு மாசம்..
வந்து செல்லும் என் வசந்தம்..

நீ இட்ட முத்தம்., பட்ட எச்சில்
எதுவுமே காயலயே..
டிக்கெட்டுப் போட்டாச்சு என்றதுமே
இருண்டதய்யா என் கண்ணு ...

குழம்புதான் வைக்கிறேன்
பொடியும் புளியுமில்லாம..
குழம்புதய்யா என் மனசு..
சிறப்பாய்த்தான் வாழுகிறேன்...
நீ சென்ற பின்னே சிரிப்பில்லாம..

வயிற்றில் தங்கிய கரு கூட
வருத்தத்தில் வலுவிழந்து
விடை பெற்று போச்சுதய்யா...
வந்து செல்லும் வாழ்க்கையே
என்னை வாரிச்செல்ல எப்ப வாரே..?

வெளி வேலை., வங்கி வேலை .,
பள்ளிவேலை., பாட வேலை
எந்த வேலை செய்தாலும்
எந்துணையே நீ இல்லை........
கை கொடுத்த தெய்வமே...
என்னை கையோட அழைச்சுப்போ...

கஷ்டப்பட்டு நீ உழைக்க
உன் கால் மிதியாய்க் கிடப்பேனே ...
சொந்த வீடு., காரினிலே
என்னை சுகமாக இருக்க வச்சே..

உலகத்து வசதியெல்லாம்
பிள்ளைகளுக்கு செஞ்சு வச்சே...
அம்மா., அப்பா .,அண்ணன் .,தம்பி .,
மாமா., மாமி எல்லோரும் என்னோட...

என்னைக் கைப்பிடித்த கருணையே
என் கைபிடிக்குள் எப்ப வருவ........???

அம்மா…

ஒவ்வொரு முறையும்
அகண்ட பிரபஞ்சத்தை
அவள் கண்களில் பார்க்கிறேன்...

விடுதியிலோ.,
மணமுடித்தோ,
வெளிநாட்டில் வேலையிலோ..

எங்கிருந்தாலும்
வருகிறாள் முடிந்துகொண்டு
குசேலனின் அவலாய் அன்பை...

வாசனை வீசும் சொற்களுக்குச்
சொந்தக்காரியல்ல...
அநேகமாகக் காரம்தான்...
வைய வைய வைரக்கல்...

சிறுவயதில் கோழியைப்போல்
அவ்வப்போது முடிபற்றி மிதிப்பாள்..
இப்போது வார்த்தைகளால்...

சிலசமயம் புரிந்து கொள்ளாமல்...
சில சமயம் கொடுந்தவறுக்காய்...

அவள் புன்னைகைத்தால்
காலடியில் முயலகனாய்...
என்றென்றும் மயங்கி...

அவளுக்குப் பிடிக்குமென
பலதும் செய்து அவளை
அவதியுற வைத்திருக்கிறேன்...
சமையலாகட்டும்...
செயல்களாகட்டும்...

உதிரத்தில் உருவாக்கி.,
உருவாய் செதுக்கியவளே.,
உன்னோடு கிடந்தே
உழன்று கிடப்பேன் என்று
அவ்வப்போது ஒதுக்கி வைத்து
ஒளிந்து கொள்கிறாயா...?

என் தேவையறிந்து
பசியறிந்து.,
ருசியறிந்து.,
வயசறிந்து.,
நிறைவேற்றியவளே...

செல்லமாக வேண்டாம்...
கோபமாக வேணும் உன் குரலை
சிந்திச்செல் அவ்வப்போது...

காய்ச்சல்

உனக்குக் காய்ச்சல்..
கொதித்துக் கிடக்கிறது மனசு..
பாபர் ஹுமாயூனின்
நோவை வாங்கியதாய்...
உன்னிடமிருந்து இடம்பெயர்ந்து
எனக்கு வரட்டும்..


அணைத்து ஆரத்தழுவி.,
சூடெல்லாம் உருவிப்போட
நினைக்கிறேன்..
சூ மந்திரக் காளியென..


நீ பிதற்றும் போதெல்லாம்
பதைக்கிறது மனசு..
சூப்பும் பார்லிக் கஞ்சியும்
ரொட்டியும் ஹார்லிக்ஸும்
ஆறிக் காய்ந்து போய்..


உணர்வற்று ஒரு நேரம் கூட
கண் சொருக முடியாமல்..
உற்று உன்னைப் பார்த்துக் கொண்டே...
பக்கம் அமர்ந்து நெற்றி
தடவிக் கொண்டே....


கண்விழித்து மருந்து உண்ணவாவது
ஒரு வாய் சாப்பிடு..
கசந்து கிடக்கிறது உனக்கு நாவு..
எனக்கு எல்லாம்..


உன் நோவிலெல்லாம்
உன்னைப் பார்த்துப் பார்த்தே
சுமந்துகொண்டே கவலையால்
குலைந்து இருக்கிறேன் நானும்..


இரவும் நிலவும் குளிர்ந்து
இறக்கையைக் கிழிக்க..
வழியும் உஷ்ணத்தை
விரல்வழி வடித்து நான்..
வடிக்க முடியா பாரத்தோடு..


விடியலில் சூரியன் விரியப் பூத்த
ஒரு உயிர்ப்பான நாளில்
இயல்பான கதகதப்புடன்
பல்துலக்கி காபி அருந்துகிறாய்,,
பார்த்துப் பரவசத்தில் நான்..

பிறப்பின் வருவது…

பிறப்பின் வருவது யாதெனக் கேட்டேன்
பிறந்து பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!
படிப்பெனச் சொல்வது யாதெனக் கேட்டேன்
படித்துப் பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!
அறிவெனச் சொல்வது யாதெனக் கேட்டேன்
அறிந்து பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!
அன்பெனப் படுவது என்னெனக் கேட்டேன்
அளித்துப் பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!

பாசம் என்பது யாதெனக் கேட்டேன்
பகிர்ந்து பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!
மனையாள் சுகமெனில் யாதெனக் கேட்டேன்
மணந்து பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!
பிள்ளை என்பது யாதெனக் கேட்டேன்
பெற்றுப் பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!
முதுமை என்பது யாதெனக் கேட்டேன்
முதிர்ந்து பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!

வறுமை என்பது என்னெனக் கேட்டேன்
வாடிப் பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!
இறப்பின் பின்னது ஏதெனக் கேட்டேன்
இறந்து பாரென இறைவன் பணித்தான்!
‘அனுபவித்தேதான் அறிவது வாழ்க்கையெனில்
ஆண்டவனே நீ ஏன்’ எனக் கேட்டேன்!
ஆண்டவன் சற்றே அருகு நெருங்கி
‘அனுபவம் என்பதே நான்தான்’ என்றான்!

- கவிஞர் கண்ணதாசன்

I want her to know...

At 10th Grade:-

As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it.
After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

At 11th grade:-

The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how
her love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over
because she didn't want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her
soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips,
she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks'
and gave me a kiss
on the cheek..I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

When in Senior year:-

One fine day she walked to my locker.
'My date is sick' she said,
'hes not gonna go' well,
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that
if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.
So we did.
That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
Then she said- 'I had the best time, thanks!'
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

At Graduation:-

A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body
floated like an angel
up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home,
she came to me in her smock and hat,
and cried as I hugged her.
Then she lifted her head from my shoulder
and said- 'you're my best friend,
thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

On the Marriage:-

Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
and drive off to her new life,
married to another man.
I wanted her to be mine,
but she didn't see me like that,
and I knew it.
But before she drove away,
she came to me and said 'you came !'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

When Death:-

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin
of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:
'I stare at him wishing he was mine,
but he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it.
I want to tell him,
I want him to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
I love him but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !
.........'I wish I did too...'

I thought to myself, and I cried.....
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