The Magnificence of a MOTHER....

Mother  MOTHER  This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece.  Please read this at a slow pace,  digesting every word and in leisure....  Do not hurry.....this is a treasure...  For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,  this is beautiful.  For those of us who aren't,  this is even more beautiful.  For those who are moms,  you'll love this.  The young mother set her foot  on the path of life.  'Is this the long way?' she asked.  And the guide said: 'Yes,  and the way is hard  And you will be old before  you reach the end of it..  But the end will be better  than the beginning.'  But the young mother was happy,  and she would not believe  that anything could be better  than these years.  So she played with her children,  and gathered flowers for them along the way,  and bathed them in the clear streams;  and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,  'Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.'  Then the night came,  and the storm, and the path was dark,  and the children shook with fear and cold,  and the mother drew them close  and covered them with her mantle,  and the children said,  'Mother, we are not afraid,  for you are near, and no harm can come.'  And the morning came,  and there was a hill ahead,  and the children climbed and grew weary,  and the mother was weary.  But at all times she said to the children,  'A little patience and we are there.'  So the children climbed,  and when they reached the top they said,  'Mother, we would not have done it without you.'  And the mother, when she lay down at night  looked up at the stars and said,  'This is a better day than the last,  for my children have learned fortitude  in the face of hardness.  Yesterday I gave them courage.  Today, I've given them strength.'  And the next day came strange clouds  which darkened the earth,  clouds of war and hate and evil,  and the children groped and stumbled,  and the mother said:  ' Look up. Lift your eyes to the light.'  And the children looked and saw  above the clouds an everlasting glory,  and it guided them beyond the darkness.  And that night the Mother said,  'This is the best day of all,  for I have shown my children God.'  And the days went on,  and the weeks and the months and the years,  and the mother grew old  and she was little and bent.  But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, 'I have reached the end of my journey.. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them.'  And the children said, 'You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.' And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: 'We cannot see her but she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.......'  Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.  Not time, not space... not even death!

 

NO PLACE FOR GOD

A gentle and well respected old Negro one day decided that he would like to become a member of the church near his home. He called on the pastor of the old fashioned church and told him of his desire.

My dear man said the pastor with a touch of aloofness. I do not think you will be happy here though I appreciate your good intention. Really you would be most uncomfortable among my people and I am afraid it would be quite embarrassing to you and perhaps to them. I suggest you think it over and meditate and see if God does not give you some direction.

A week later, the old Negro met the pastor on the street, stopped him and said, Reverend, I took your advice and prayed and meditated and finally God sent me a message. He said I should not bother any more trying to join your church. He said that He hād been trying to get in there Himself for years without success.

You may ask where i am now and how i can meet you now.

But I am within your heart and we can meet whenever you sincerely want me


A BEAUTIFUL SONG  DEPICTING THE SAME BY BAHADUR SHAW JAFER

TUM SE HAMNE DIL KO LAGAAYA, JO KUCH HAI, SO TU HI HAI.

EK TUJHKO APNA PAAYA, JO KUCH HAI, SO TU HI HAI.


SAB KE MAKAM DIL KA MAKIM TU, KAUN SA DIL HAI JISME NAHIN TU.

HAR EK DIL MEIN TU HI SAMAAYA, JO KUCH HAI, SO TU HI HAI.

KYA MALAYAA, KYA KRISTAN, KYA HINDU, KYA MUSSALMAN,

JAISA CHAAHA SAB KO BANAAYA, JO KUCH HAI, SO TU HI HAI.

KAABA MEIN KYA, DEVAL MEIN KYA, TERI PARASTHISH HOGI SAB JAAN.

SABNE TUJHKO SIR HAI JHUKAAYA, JO KUCH HAI, SO TU HI HAI.

ARSH SE LEKAR FARSH JAMEEN TAK, AUR JAMEEN SE ARSH BAREEN TAK,

JAHAN BHI DEKHA TU HI NAJAR AAYA, JO KUCH HAI SO TU HI HAI.

SOCHA SAMJHA, DEKHA BHALA, TUJH JAISA KOI NAJAR NA AAYA.

AB YE SAMAJH ‘SADHU’ MEIN AAYA, JO KUCH HAI, SO TU HI HAI.

The house with the golden windows

The little girl lived in a small, very simple, poor house on a hill and as she grew she would play in the small garden and as she grew she was able to see over the garden fence and across the valley to a wonderful house high on the hill – and this house had golden windows, so golden and shining that the little girl would dream of how magic it would be to grow up and live in a house with golden windows instead of an ordinary house like hers.

And although she loved her parents and her family, she yearned to live in such a golden house and dreamed all day about how wonderful and exciting it must feel to live there.

When she got to an age where she gained enough skill and sensibility to go outside her garden fence, she asked her mother is she could go for a bike ride outside the gate and down the lane. After pleading with her, her mother finally allowed her to go, insisting that she kept close to the house and didn’t wander too far. The day was beautiful and the little girl knew exactly where she was heading! Down the lane and across the valley, she rode her bike until she got to the gate of the golden house across on the other hill.

As she dismounted her bike and lent it against the gate post, she focused on the path that lead to the house and then on the house itself…and was so disappointed as she realized all the windows were plain and rather dirty, reflecting nothing other than the sad neglect of the house that stood derelict.

So sad she didn’t go any further and turned, heart broken as she remounted her bike … As she glanced up she saw a sight to amaze her…there across the way on her side of the valley was a little house and its windows glistened golden …as the sun shone on her little home.

She realized that she had been living in her golden house and all the love and care she found there was what made her home the ‘golden house’. Everything she dreamed was right there in front of her nose!

Remember those who serve

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "50¢," replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "35¢!" she brusquely replied.\

The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.

When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip!

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Taming the tongue

Once upon a time an old man spread rumors that his neighbor was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proved innocent. After having been released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him.

In court the old man told the Judge: 'They were just comments, didn't harm anyone.'

The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man:

'Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and on the way home throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.'

The next day, the judge told the old man: 'Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.'

The old man said: 'I can't do that! The wind spread them and I won't know where to find them.'

The judge then replied: 'In the same way, simple comments may destroy the honour of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it. If you can't speak well of someone, rather don't say anything.'



Let's all be masters of our mouths, so that we won't be slaves of our words.

Nothing is lost until you say it is.

Two frogs accidentally fell into a huge, tall bowl of cream that was kept in the floor of a restaurant. For a long time, the frogs tried helplessly jumping out of the bowl, however it was impossible for them to jump that high while swimming in the viscous, slippery cream.

Finally, the first frog said "I have tried enough. I have thought about the situation - there is no way out. We are going to die. I am going to stop struggling as it of no use. I suggest you give up too.” It gave up the struggle, became fully submerged in the cream, and soon died. 

The second frog said "I cannot see a way out of this this moment. I am however going to attempt getting out until I exhaust the last ounce of energy in my body". The second frog kept on paddling and trying to jump out of the bowl of cream.

After a couple of hours, the cream started to solidify, and it became easier and easier for the frog to swim in it. The frog's continuos paddling was starting to churn the cream into butter!! With little more effort, the frog was able to jump out, while sitting on the butter that had now completely solidified!

Moral of the story:

1) Your future may not appear bright today. You may not be able to see the light in the end of your tunnel yet. Don't lose hope too soon. Things will change for the better.

2) Give up your anxiety, fear and worry, and stay positive. Put your 100% attention to the tasks that you have currently undertaken. Things will work itself out.

3) Do not listen to the people who ask you to give up on your dreams. Listen to your inner voice instead.

4) You may be very close to success and yet not know it. Don't give up.

5) Nothing is lost until you say it is.

I AM THAT

Tatwamasi

A highly successful businessman in his late eighties, was on his deathbed. Some of his family members and close employees gathered together and came to meet him. They asked him “Sir, tell us about what you have learnt about life and business”.

The old man said :

"I was very fortunate and did very well in my early years. By my late thirties, I had built a vast business empire. At that time , I was disillusioned to think that I was the real estate that I owned, the businesses that I ran, the bank balance I had, and the exotic fleet of cars I owned and proudly drove. I could not think of myself being separate from my wealth.

Then the great depression came, and most of my fortune was wiped out in just a matter of months. I was completely disheartened - for a while it felt as if I had died. I had to begin the business again from scratch. For a few years I struggled, and then business improved slowly. In another decade, I built my entire business again, piece by piece, just like it was before the depression. And then in a few more years, things really took off, and my net-worth became twice of what it was before the depression.

It is when I lost everything and then built it up again that I came to the deep realization that I was not my bank balance, my businesses, and all my prosperity. Rather, I am that invisible force - the power that creates all the wealth outside, at my will. Although the external prosperity could be taken away in no time, the real me, that magical, creative force, can never be taken away from me, simply because I AM THAT (force)"