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The stories that can touch your heart at any time, at any age of your life"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-24895274026472394212020-07-30T11:12:00.001-04:002020-07-30T11:12:32.608-04:00Laughinging Buddha <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><div>In Japan, a great mystic, Hotei, is called the laughing Buddha. He is one of the most loved mystics in Japan, and he never uttered a single word. As he became enlightened, he started laughing, and whenever somebody would ask, Why are you laughing? he would laugh more. And he would move from village to village, laughing.</div><div><br></div><div>A crowd will gather and he will laugh. And slowly -- his laughter was very infectious -- somebody in the crowd will start laughing, then somebody else, and then the whole crowd is laughing -- laughing because.... Why are they laughing? Everybody knows, "It is ridiculous; this man is strange, but why are we laughing?"</div><div><br></div><div>But everybody was laughing; and everybody was a little worried, "What will people think? There is no reason to laugh." But people would wait for Hotei, because they had never laughed in their whole life with such totality, with such intensity that after the laughter they found their every sense had become more clear. Their eyes could see better, their whole being had become light, as if a great burden had disappeared.</div><div><br></div><div>People would ask Hotei, "Come back again," and he would move, laughing, to another village. His whole life, for near about forty-five years after his enlightenment, he did only one thing and that was laughing. That was his message, his gospel, his scripture.</div><div><br></div><div>And it is to be noted that in Japan, nobody has been remembered with such respect as Hotei. You will find in every house, statues of Hotei. And he had done nothing except laugh; but the laughter was coming from such depth that it stayed with anyone who heard it and triggered his being, created a synchronicity.</div><div><br></div><div>Hotei is unique. In the whole world there is no other human being who has made so many people laugh -- for no reason at all. And yet, everybody was nourished by the laughter, and everybody was cleansed by the laughter, felt a well-being that he had never felt. Something from the unknowable depth started ringing bells in peoples' hearts.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-56651861963405651042020-07-18T22:28:00.003-04:002020-07-18T22:31:40.301-04:00”What is happening?<div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q" style="animation-name: none; background-color: white; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; transition-property: none !important;"><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none !important;"><font color="#050505" face="verdana"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>This is what happened in the famous story of Subhuti. He was sitting under a tree with no thought, not even the thought of no-thought. Suddenly, flowers showered. He was amazed – ”What is happening?” He looked all around; flowers and flowers from the sky. </b></span></font></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none !important;"><font color="#050505" face="verdana"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></span></font></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none !important;"><font color="#050505" face="verdana"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Seeing that he was amazed, gods told him that ”Don’t be amazed. We have heard the greatest sermon on emptiness today. You have delivered it. Celebration we are making, and we are throwing these flowers on you as a symbol, appreciating and celebrating your sermon on emptiness.” </b></span></font></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none !important;"><font color="#050505" face="verdana"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>
Subhuti must have shrugged his shoulders and said, ”But I have not spoken.”
The gods said, ”Yes, you have not spoken, neither have we heard – that is the greatest sermon on emptiness.” </b></span></font></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none !important;"><font color="#050505" face="verdana"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>
If you speak, if you say ”I am empty,” you have missed the point. Up to the thought of no-thought it is nirvichara samadhi, with no contemplation. But still the last part... the elephant has passed; the tail has remained – the last part – and sometimes the tail proves bigger than the elephant because it is so subtle.
To throw away thoughts is easy. How to throw emptiness? – how to throw no-thought? It is very, very subtle; how to grasp it? That’s what happened when the Zen Master said to the disciple, ”Go and throw this emptiness!” The disciple said, ”But how to throw emptiness?” Then the Master said, ”Then carry it away; go throw it, but don’t stand before me with emptiness in your head. Do something!” </b></span></font></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none !important;"><font color="#050505" face="verdana"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>
It is very subtle. One can cling to it, but then the mind has deceived you at the last point. Ninety-nine point nine you had reached; just the last step, and hundred degrees would have been complete and you would have evaporated. </b></span></font></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none !important;"><font color="#050505" face="verdana"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><br /></b></span></font></div><div dir="auto" style="animation-name: none; transition-property: none !important;"><font color="#050505" face="verdana"><span style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kNkqtFDSmY/XxOwgAL8OGI/AAAAAAAArSE/wUc0YdinCI0YM7yJ1RnEDdwK4dtgMm_TACLcBGAsYHQ/s664/110725090_10217517014413431_4343387423896554311_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="664" data-original-width="499" height="500" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kNkqtFDSmY/XxOwgAL8OGI/AAAAAAAArSE/wUc0YdinCI0YM7yJ1RnEDdwK4dtgMm_TACLcBGAsYHQ/w375-h500/110725090_10217517014413431_4343387423896554311_n.jpg" width="375" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Once upon a time, there was a tortoise who lived on a ship. One day the ship sank. After swimming for a long time, the tortoise reached a deserted land surrounded by water on all three sides. The landward side led up to a big, steep, craggy mountain.<br /><br />The tortoise was tired from the long swimming, looked. For food, but there was nothing in that land for the tortoise to eat. To avoid starving to death, the tortoise decided to climb to the top of the mountain, hoping that on the other side of the mountain he would find something to eat.<br /><br />As he got to the snow-covered summit of the mountain, he was freezing cold. Suddenly a snow storm started. He struggled hard and managed to make out a small pathway leading towards the other side of the mountain.snow<br /><br />But the path was guarded by a big monster which were making lots of noise. The tortoise was terrified to death hearing the noises and wanted to hide his head inside his shell, but he controlled his fear and looked around him. He saw that many other animals were lying dead. The tortoise understood that those animals had died due to the unbearable cold. So the tortoise didn’t go into his shell for he understood that he too would die if he did not find a way to escape from that place.<br /><br />He rallied his spirit and gathered courage to make his long journey towards the other side, which meant he had to cross the monsters.<br /><br />As the tortoise started towards the monsters, the monsters changed their shapes. The tortoise came very close to the monster. Suddenly, the tortoise realized that it was actually a large pile of rocks and not monsters at all. The rocks were actually formed in the shape like monsters. As for the, the tortoise realized this was just the sound of the wind blowing through a small cave.<br /><br />The tortoise felt confident and carried on with journey, and eventually descended into a beautiful valley. The valley was filled with woods, and plenty of food. The tortoise lived in that valley very happily, and became known to the others in the valley as the Brave Little Tortoise.<br /><br />By avoiding any situation one cannot face the challenges of life. Something or the other will challenging us. It will create fear and insecurity in us. The only way to deal with the fear is to face it with all strength and faith. Most of the fears will be imaginary. Every problem has a solution. When our mind is clouded with fear we cannot act rationally and wisely.<br /><br /><br />This is the need of the hour. Let us face the Corono19 with all our might<br /><br /><br />Most of us are aware of the story on how once a troop of monkeys surrounded Swami Vivekananda making him unable to move. He managed to run and to his disbelief even the monkeys ran after him. He fastened the speed and so did the monkeys. He couldn’t find a way to escape and continued running. An old monk called out to him and said, “Face the brutes!” And what happened later is a well-known part of the story. Swami Vivekananda stopped running, turned back and faced the monkeys for which the monkeys fled away. And hence proving that the best way to get out of fear was to face the fear itself.<br /><br />What if he had not turned to face the monkeys, let’s say he would run for kilometres and find those monkeys not behind him anymore. What would he feel? He would have thanked God for saving him, maybe discover a new way to get rid off monkeys for the next time or maybe even decide not to take the route again in his life.<br /><br />But what he felt after facing the monkeys has added much more to his attitude than what he would have got if he had escaped. The sense of self-belief, the feeling of handling fear, a changed insight on how to handle problems better and much more. What he earned by facing the monkeys was much more than what he would have earned by escaping. The decision to face fear set the perfect end result for him. It sure is a very small incident, but not to forget the same small incident brought a major impact in his life.<br /><br />We are offered with the similar kind of incidents in life where we let the moments of fear conquer us. At first it slowly comforts you and eventually it consumes you.<br /><br />It’s absolutely ok to be afraid of something, it’s ok to let that emotion comfort you, but make sure not to get carried away by the same emotions. Decide to face it and that’s where you bring in the difference for your life. Courage isn’t the absence of fear<a href="https://inspire99.com/courage-isnt-it-the-absence-of-fear/">,</a> it is the way you handle the fear. It’s never easy to face your fears all at once. It takes time, it takes practice and not to miss, yes! it takes more fears, but once you face it you realise why it’s worth facing it. And every time you face it you realise how much more strength you have within.<br /></b></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-36160216235450764432020-05-30T01:13:00.001-04:002020-05-30T01:13:18.580-04:00Hindu Monk <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Mrikandu was a great rishi. Marudvati was his wife. For a long time they had no children. The rishi prayed to lord Siva. Lord Siva appeared to him, and said, "I am pleased with you, Mrikandu. Tell me, do you want a hundred sons, who will live for a long time, but will all be foolish? Or, do you want one very intelligent son, who will live for only sixteen years?"<br /><br />The rishi at once said, "Lord, give me that one intelligent son."<br /><br />Lord Siva said, "Good! You shall have him."<br /><br />Soon the rishi got a son. He named him Markandeya. The boy grew to be very intelligent and handsome. The rishi invested him with the sacred thread. Markandeya learnt the Vedas and Sastras, easily. Everyone liked him.<br /><br />As the boy was getting on to be sixteen, Rishi Mrikandu became sadder and sadder. One day Markandeya asked his father: "Father, why do you look so sad?"<br /><br />The rishi said, "Son! What shall I say? When Lord Siva gave you to me, he said you would live only sixteen years. You are now about to reach that age. How can Iand your mother bear to lose you as we will at the end of this year?"<br /><br />Markandeya said, "Father! Is that the reason? Lord Siva is very kind to His devotees. You yourself told me that. He has saved many from death before. I have read about it in the Puranas. I shall therefore worship Lord Siva day and night from today. I am sure, He will save -me too! "<br /><br />RishiMrikandu was very happy to hear his son say this. He blessed his son. Markandeya built a Siva-Linga at a spot on the sea-shore. He started worshiping Lord Siva morning, noon and night. He sang bhajans, and often danced in joy.<br /><br />On the last day, Markandeya was about to sing bhajans, when Yama, the Lord of Death, came to him. Yama rode on a buffalo. He held a noose in his hand. He spoke to Markandeya, "Stop your bhajan! You boy! Your life in this world is over. Be ready to die."<br /><br />Markandeya was not afraid. He clung to the Siva-Linga as one clings to one's mother.<br /><br />Yama threw his noose round the boy's neck, and pulled him along with the Siva- Linga.<br /><br />Then the Siva-Linga burst open and Lord Siva came out of it, Lord kicked Yama in the chest, and said, "Yama, begone! Don't touch this boy. He is my beloved devotee. He will live forever!"<br /><br />Yama went away crest-fallen. Markandeya then prayed to Lord Siva more fervently than ever. This prayer says at the end of each line, "What can Death do to me?" Many people recite this prayer even now.<br /><br />Markandeya came home, and fell at the feet of his parents. They embraced him, and wept with joy.</span><div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-74000183373928336252020-05-24T04:31:00.001-04:002020-05-24T04:31:26.420-04:00In this world, there's not one person who is Useless<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Once there was a man who did not make it to university. So, his mother got him a wife. After the marriage, he worked as a teacher in a primary school. Due to the lack of experience, he was squashed by the students in less than a week. When he returned home, his wife dried his tears. She comforted him with these words. 'When one is too full, he could either pour it out what's in him or he just could not pour it out at all. You should not be too sad about it. Probably there is a more suitable job waiting for you out there.'</span></b><div>
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<b><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"In this world, there's no one person who is useless. It is just that they have not positioned themselves firmly in right place.</span></b></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-25279825326100587162018-07-02T09:16:00.000-04:002018-07-02T09:16:23.461-04:00An Old Man Lived in the Village<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But one day, when he turned eighty, an incredible thing happened. Instantly everyone started hearing the rumor: “The old man is happy today, he doesn’t complain about anything, </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">smiles</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">, and even his face is freshened up.”</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Kodungallur, Kerala, India10.2244299 76.19777369999997110.161923400000001 76.117092699999972 10.2869364 76.278454699999969tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-26479783741276583192016-02-11T01:32:00.000-05:002016-02-11T01:32:21.437-05:00Spilt Milk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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mother that occurred when he was about two years old. He had been trying to remove a bottle of milk from the refrigerator when he lost his grip on the slippery bottle and it fell, spilling its contents all over the kitchen floor—a veritable sea of milk!<br /><br />When his mother came into the kitchen, instead of yelling at him, giving him a lecture, or punishing him, she said, "Robert, what a great and wonderful mess you have made! I have rarely seen such a huge puddle of milk. Well, the damage has already been done. Would you like to get down and play in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up?"<br /><br />Indeed, he did. After a few minutes, his mother said, "You know, Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, eventually you have to clean it up and restore everything to its proper order. So, how would you like to do that? We could use a sponge, a towel, or a mop. Which do you prefer?" He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk.<br /><br />His mother then said, "You know, what we have here is a failed experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with two tiny hands. Let's go out in the back yard and fill the bottle with water and see if you can discover a way to carry it without dropping it." The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the top near the lip with both hands, he could carry it without dropping it. What a wonderful lesson!<br /><br />This renowned scientist then remarked that it was at that moment that he knew he didn't need to be afraid to make mistakes. Instead, he learned that mistakes were just opportunities for learning something new, which is, after all, what scientific experiments are all about. Even if the experiment "doesn't work," we usually learn something valuable from it.</span></i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-76468737938579070172016-02-09T10:26:00.000-05:002016-02-09T10:26:13.420-05:00 Pearls<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-22704268613411514222016-02-08T04:42:00.002-05:002016-02-08T04:42:12.780-05:00Random acts of kindness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-50320252783215056512016-02-08T04:14:00.003-05:002016-02-08T04:14:23.690-05:00The Monkey with the Wooden Apple<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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“Now watch this”, said Sankara and took a pair of scissors from his bag and cut the rope.</div>
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The cow ran away from the master and the man ran after his cow. “Look, what is happening”, said Sankara</div>
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“Do you see who the Master is? The cow is not at all interested in this man. The cow in fact, is trying to escape from this man.</div>
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Like the cow, all the non-sense that we carry inside is not interested in us. WE ARE INTERESTED IN IT, we are keeping it together somehow or the other. We are going crazy trying to keep it all together under our control.</div>
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The moment we lose interest in all the garbage filled in our head, and the moment we understand the futility of it, it will start to disappear. Like the cow, it will escape and disappear.”</div>
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We can allow disappearing of all the unwanted things from our mind and feel relaxed...</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-67510245035474775122016-02-05T21:40:00.000-05:002016-02-05T21:41:58.762-05:00Give and it will be Given<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.<br /><br />It had been a year since Susan, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis, she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent woman, Susan now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless and helpless burden on everyone around her.<br /><br />"How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger, but no matter how much she cried, protested, ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth that her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Susan's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Mark.<br /><br />Mark was an Air Forces officer and he loved Susan with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.<br /><br />Mark's military background had trained him well to deal with such sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.<br /><br />Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to and from work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.<br /><br />At first, this comforted Susan and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Mark realized that this arrangement wasn't working, it was hectic and costly.<br /><br />'Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again' he admitted to himself, but just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe, she was still so fragile and so angry. 'How would she react?' he admitted to himself again.<br />Join the Fastest Growing Group in this category<br /> <br />Just as Mark predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me".<br /><br />Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened.<br /><br />For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses specifically her hearing, how to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment.<br /><br />He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. He made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus, or drop her briefcase. Each morning they made the journey together, and Mark would take a cab back to his office.<br /><br />Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Mark knew it was only a matter of time before Susan would be able to ride the bus on her own. He believed in her, he used to know before she'd lost her sight, who wasn't afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit.<br /><br />Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his sincerity, his patience and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it and she was going to work all by herself.<br /><br />On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said "Boy, I sure envy you" Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year?.<br /><br />Curiously, she asked him "Why do you say that you envy me?" The driver responded "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are". Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, she asked him again "What do you mean?" .<br /><br />The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady" .<br /><br />Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was fortunate, so fortunate, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe, the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness. You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.<br /><br />God watches over us in just the same way. We may not know His presence, and we may not be able to see His blessed face, but He is there nonetheless!</i></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-68024929388095131082016-02-04T03:00:00.000-05:002016-02-04T03:00:13.948-05:00Arun Kumar, Patna, Bihar-A Devoted Mathematician!!! Inspiring <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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He developed an indomitable affection and love towards mathematics and possesses exceptional mathematical abilities.<br />
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His role model is great Indian mathematician “Ramanujan”. During graduation, He submitted papers on Number Theory, which were published in Mathematical Spectrum and The Mathematical Gazette. He worked hard and dreamed of getting into one of the world’s best university “Cambridge”. And one day he got it, admission to Cambridge.<br />
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But…Very soon he realized that his father cannot afford his education at Cambridge. He and his father searched helplessly for a sponsor all over India but nobody came up. And one day his family’s only breadwinner: his father died and his last hope of getting good education diminished. He gave up the dream of Cambridge and came back to his home in Patna, Bihar.<br />
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He would work on Mathematics during day time and would sell papads in evenings with his mother, who had started a small business from home, to support her family. He also tutored students in maths to earn extra money. Since Patna University library did not have foreign journals, for his own study, he would travel every weekend on a six-hour train journey to Varanasi, where his younger brother, learning violin under N. Rajam, had a hostel room. Thus he would spend Saturday and Sunday at the Central Library, BHU and return to Patna on Monday morning.He rented a classroom for Rs 500 a month, and began his own institute, the Ramanujam School of Mathematics (RSM). Within the space of year, his class grew from two students to thirty-six, and after three years there were almost 500 students enrolled. Then in early 2000, when a poor student came to him seeking coaching for IIT-JEE, who couldn’t afford the annual admission fee due to poverty, Kumar was motivated to start the Super 30 program in 2003, for which he is now well-known.<br />
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Every year in August, since 2003, the Ramanujan School of Mathematics, now a trust, holds a competitive test to select 30 students for the ‘Super 30’ scheme. About 4,000 to 5,000 students appear at the test, and eventually he takes thirty intelligent students from economically backward sections which included beggars, hawkers, auto-driver’s children, tutors them, and provides study materials and lodging for a year. He prepares them for the Joint Entrance Examination for the Indian Institutes of Technology (IIT). His mother, Jayanti Devi, cooks for the students, and his brother Pranav Kumar takes care of the management.<br />
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Out of 270 students he tutored from 2002-2011 236 students have made an admission to IIT. All of them came so poor background that their parents were Hawkers, Auto-drivers, laborer etc<br />
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During 2003-2009, 182 students out of 210 have made it to the IITs.<br />
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In 2010, all the students of Super 30 cleared IIT JEE entrance making it a three in a row for the institution.<br />
Anand Kumar has no financial support for Super 30 from any government as well as private agencies, and manages on the tuition fee he earns from the Ramanujam Institute. After the success of Super 30 and its growing popularity, he got many offers from the private – both national and international companies – as well as the government for financial help, but he always refused it. He wanted to sustain Super 30 through his own efforts. After three consecutive 30/30 results in 2008-<br />
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2010, in 2011, 24 of the 30 students cleared IIT JEE.Anand’s work is now well received from all over the world :USA’s president obama read about Anand in TIME magazine and sent a special envoy to check the work done by him and offered all the assistance and Anand never accepts help irrespective of helper.<br />
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Discovery Channel broadcast a one-hour-long program on Super 30, and half a page has been devoted to Kumar in The New York Times.<br />
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Actress and ex-Miss Japan Norika Fujiwara visited Patna to make a documentary on Anand’s initiatives.<br />
Kumar has been featured in programmes by the BBC.<br />
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He has spoken about his experiences at Indian Institute of Management Ahmedabad.<br />
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Kumar is in the Limca Book of Records (2009) for his contribution in helping poor students crack IIT-JEE by providing them free coaching.<br />
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Time Magazine has selected mathematician Anand Kumar’s school – Super 30 – in the list of Best of Asia 2010.<br />
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Anand Kumar was awarded the S. Ramanujan Award for 2010 by the Institute for Research and Documentation in Social Sciences (IRDS) in July 2010.<br />
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Super 30 received praise from United States President Barack Obama’s special envoy Rashad Hussain, who termed it the “best” institute in the country. Newsweek Magazine has taken note of the initiative of mathematician Anand Kumar’s Super 30 and included his school in the list of four most innovative schools in the world.<br />
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Anand Kumar has been awarded by top award of Bihar government “Maulana Abdul Kalam Azad Shiksha Puraskar” November 2010.<br />
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He was awarded the Prof Yashwantrao Kelkar Yuva Puraskar 2010 by Akhil Bharatiya Vidyarthi Parishad (ABVP) in Bangalore.<br />
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In April 2011, Anand Kumar was selected by Europe’s magazine Focus as “one of the global personalities who have the ability to shape exceptionally talented people.”</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-65068723526733727142016-02-03T07:08:00.001-05:002016-02-03T07:08:23.548-05:00Sweetness of Sour Oranges<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />He often bought oranges from an old lady. After they were weighed, paid for and put in his bag, he would always pick one from his bag, peel it, put a segment in his mouth, complain it's sour and pass on the orange to the seller.<br /><br />The old lady would put one segment in her mouth and retort, "why, it's sweet," but by then he was gone with his bag.<br /><br />His wife, always with him, asked, "the oranges are always sweet, then why this drama every time?"<br /><br />He smiled, "the old mother sells sweet oranges but never eats them herself. This way I get her to eat one, without losing her money. That's all."<br /><br />The vegetable seller next to the old lady, saw this everyday. She chided, "every time this man fusses over your oranges, and I see that you always weigh a few extra for him. Why?"<br /><br />The old lady smiled, "I know he does this to feed me an orange, only, he thinks I don't understand. I never weigh extra. His love tilts the scale slightly every time."<br /><br />Life's joys are in these sweet little gestures of love and respect for our fellow beings. And in giving, not usurping. Not in money but in affection.</i></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-25945202632755946942016-01-28T11:45:00.003-05:002016-01-28T11:45:57.320-05:00 Value- Peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><a href="https://saibalsanskaar.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/beggar-2.png?w=535" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://saibalsanskaar.files.wordpress.com/2016/01/beggar-2.png?w=535" width="257" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A beggar who lived very close to a palace saw a notice that was stuck on the entry gate one day. It said, “The king would be hosting a party soon. Anyone wearing the king’s dress could join the party.”<br /><br />It set the beggar thinking. He looked at himself with torn clothes and came to a conclusion that only the king’s family would be able to attend. Anyways, he gained some courage and went to the palace gates. He requested the guard to allow him to meet the king. The guard went in to see the king. </span></i><i style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As luck would have it, the beggar was allowed entry.</span><i style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><i style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His joy knew no bounds. He went inside and the king enquired about the purpose of his visit. He gained courage and said, “I would love to attend the feast that you will be hosting soon. Can I request you to give me your old attire so that I would be able to join the feast too?” The king readily agreed and gave him one of his robes. The beggar wore the outfit and looked at himself in the mirror. A majestic look indeed! He was very happy with his looks.</span></i></i></i></i><i style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The king told him that he had gained entry to attend the feast and said something very important to him; “You will have no necessity to wash or clean this dress. You can wear it forever.” With tears in his eyes, he thanked the king profusely. Though he was happy he did not readily believe the king. He was wondering; “What if the attire tore?? I will need my old clothes.” So he packed all his old clothes and carried it along with him.</span></i><i style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He did not have a place to stay. So wherever he went, he carried the old clothes with him. He could not enjoy the dinner feast that the king hosted because his concentration was more on safeguarding the old clothes.<br />He realised that the words of the king were true. The dress was intact and it didn’t become dirty though he always wore it. Still he was so attached to his old clothes that he could never let go of it. Anyone who saw him noticed that bundle of old clothes and he was named, “THE MAN WITH THE RAGGED CLOTHES.”</span></i><i style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Later when the beggar was in his death bed, the king came to see him. He noticed that the bundle of old clothes was beside the beggar’s pillow. The king felt sorry for him. The beggar remembered the king’s words. The bundle of old clothes had literally spoilt his happiness.</span></i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-26066266106846943642016-01-28T11:41:00.003-05:002016-01-28T11:41:41.426-05:00Way of Thinking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>4<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> yr old boy was in the market with his 6 yr old sister...</span></i><div>
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />Suddenly the boy found that his sister was lagging behind.He stopped and looked back.His sister was standing in front of a toy shop and was watching something with great interest.The boy went back to her and asked:<br />"Do you want something?"</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />"Is it less?" The shopkeeper said,"No, No... These are more than the cost.So I will return the remaining." Saying so, he kept only 4 shells with him and returned the remaining. The boy very happily kept those shells back in his pocket and went away with his sister...</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />" Sir!You gave away such a costly doll just for 4 shells???"</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />"Well, for us these are mere shells.But for that boy, these shells are very precious.And at this age, he does not understand what money is, but when he will grow up, he definitely will. And when he would remember that he purchased a doll with the Shells instead of Money, he will remember Me and think that the world is full of Good people.He will develop positive thinking.Thats it..."</i></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-47170106476361502582016-01-28T11:33:00.001-05:002016-01-28T11:33:30.208-05:00 Initiative <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br />Employee "A" in a company walked up to his manager and asked what my job is for the day? The manager took "A" to the bank of a river and asked him to cross the river and reach the other side of the bank. "A" completed this task successfully and reported back to the manager about the completion of the task assigned. The manager smiled and said "GOOD JOB"<br /><br />Next day Employee "B" reported to the same manager and asked him the job for the day. The manager assigned the same task as above to this person also. The Employee "B' before starting the task saw Employee "C" struggling in the river to reach the other side of the bank. He realized "C" has the same task. Now "B" not only crossed the river but also helped "C" to cross the river. "B" reported back to the manager and the manager smiled and said "VERY GOOD JOB"<br /><br />The following day Employee "Q" reported to the same manager and asked him the job for the day. The manager assigned the same task again. Employee "Q" before starting the work did some homework and realized "A", "B" & "C" all has done this task before. He met them and understood how they performed. He realized that there is a need for a guide and training for doing this task. He sat first and wrote down the procedure for crossing the river, he documented the common mistakes people made, and tricks to do the task efficiently and effortlessly. Using the methodology he had written down he crossed the river and reported back to the manager along with documented procedure and training material. The manager said "Q" you have done an "EXCELLENT JOB".<br /><br />The following day Employee "O' reported to the manager and asked him the job for the day. The manager assigned the same task again. "O" studied the procedure written down by "Q" and sat and thought about the whole task. He realized the company is spending a lot of money in getting this task completed. He decided not to cross the river, but sat and designed and implemented a bridge across the river and went back to his manager and said, "You no longer need to assign this task to anyone". The manager smiled and said "Outstanding job 'O'. I am very proud of you."<br /><br />What is the difference between A, B, Q & O? Many a times in life we get tasks to be done at home, at office, at play.,<br /><br />Most of us end up doing what is expected out of us. Do we feel happy? Most probably yes. We would be often disappointed when the recognition is not meeting our expectation. Let us compare ourselves with "B". Helping someone else the problem often improves our own skills. There is an old proverb (I do not know the author) "learn to teach and teach to learn". From a company point of view "B" has demonstrated much better skills than "A" since one more task for the company is completed.<br /><br />"Q" created the knowledge base for the team. More often than not, we do the task assigned to us without checking history. Learning from other's mistake is the best way to improve efficiency. This knowledge creation for the team is of immense help. Re-usability reduces cost thereby increases productivity of the team. "Q" demonstrated good "team-player" skills,<br /><br />Now to the outstanding person, "O" made the task irrelevant; he created a Permanent Asset to the team.<br /><br />If you notice B, Q and O all have demonstrated "team performance" over and above individual performance; they have also demonstrated a very invaluable characteristic known as "INITIATIVE".<br /><br />Initiative pays off everywhere whether at work or at personal life. If you have initiative you will succeed. The initiative is a continual process and it never ends. This is because this year's achievement is next year's task. You cannot use the same success story every year. The story provides an instance of performance, whereas measurement needs to be spread across at least 6-12 months. Consequently, performance should be consistent and evenly spread. Out-of-Box thinkers are always premium and that is what everyone constantly looks out for. The initiative, Out-of-Box thinking, and commitment are the stepping stone to success.<br /><br />The initiative should be lifelong. Think out of the box!</i></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-70384663540833916152016-01-17T10:38:00.000-05:002016-01-17T10:38:34.036-05:00Vyadha Gita or Work is Worship<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />“Right conduct is achieved through two things: avoiding the vices and promoting virtues. By taking such an approach we can maintain the right conduct even after attaining perception”<br /><br />So, says the Bhagavad-Gita. And it is exemplified in the Mahabharata in the Canto Vana Parva. Here the sage Markandeya recites the story of Dharmavyadha (Righteous Butcher) to Yudhishtira while discussing dharma and dedication to duty of all human beings, whether King or his subjects. And in the Bhagavad-Gita the first six chapters emphasize this: “To work unremittingly without the least expectation of anything”. Karma Yoga, or path of action, speaks that the senses are always all powerful. But beyond senses is the mind, beyond mind is the intellect and beyond and greater than intellect is HE. In effect, Lord Krishna, instructs Arjuna to curb one's personal egotism and kill the enemy, which in our case is Desire, even though the path is strewn with insurmountable difficulties.<br /><br />In our lives, we are expected to perform different duties at the different phases of our lives. And they are imposed by the society, family, our profession etc. And the importance lies in understanding what one’s duties are and performing it to the satisfaction of the self, first, and then the satisfaction of others later.<br /><br />In the Vyadha Gita, we come across the teaching of a butcher, (vyadha) to a Brahmin Sannyasin who because he had attained perfection, becomes arrogant and self conceited. And as the story progresses, we shall see how he is humbled by a house wife first and then by the lowest class of people in India who used to live as hunters and butchers. (vyadha)<br /><br />Once a young Brahmin Sannyasin, was meditating in a forest, and through practicing Yoga for years, had attained perfection by his austere living. .One day, as he was sitting under the shade of a pepul tree, a couple of birds that were sitting on the branch voided their droppings, on his head. He looked up and saw that there was a quarrel between a crow and a crane and in the heat of the moment, they had committed this offence. The young Sannyasin, could have walked to the nearby pond and washed himself. But he did not do so. He looked up, and with anger welling in his heart, shouted at the birds:<br /><br />“How dare you pollute me with your droppings and that too on my head?” And he looked at the birds with undivided concentration, when a flash of flame emanated from his head and burnt the birds to ashes. He was very glad, extremely glad, that he had attained perfection in his Yogic Powers, which could burn the birds and turn them into ashes with just a look!!<br /><br />He was feeling hungry. He walked to the nearby village, to beg alms. He went to the first house and stood before the closed door and called out:<br /><br />“Amma, Bhavathi Biksham Dehi. Mother please give me some food”.<br /><br />Nothing happened for some time. Then a voice was heard from inside the house.<br /><br />“Wait for a little time, my son, I shall soon be out.”<br /><br />In the mean time the Brahmin Sannyasin, was thinking: How dare this wretched woman, make me wait before her closed doors? Perhaps she is not aware of my Yogic Powers. And no sooner these thoughts flashed in his mind, the same female voice called out to him in clear tone:<br /><br />“My son, don't be thinking too much of yourself and do not be angry. I know your anger burnt a bird to ashes but I am no bird”. And then she recited:<br /><br />“Krodah shathru sharirastho, manushyaanam dvijottama”<br /><br />(Anger is not good for the body; it is man's greatest enemy)<br /><br />The young Sannyasin, was shocked and astonished, but still had to wait. All this time, he was hearing only her voice.<br /><br />At last, when the woman made her appearance, he prostrated at her feet and humbly asked: “Mother, how did you know what had happened at the forest?”<br /><br />“I do not know Yoga or how you practice it. And neither do I live an austere life. I am an ordinary house wife and live by my karmas. I had to make you wait, because my husband is not well and I was nursing him. All my life I have struggled to do my duty. As a maiden, I did my duty to my parents and now that I am married, I do my duty to my husband. And that is all the Yoga I practice. But by doing my duty I have become illumined and I could read your thoughts and know what you have done in the forest. And if you want to know more about the individual karma then go to the nearby market, at Mithilapuri where you meet a a Dharmavyadha (Righteous Butcher) who will tell you something that you will be very happy to learn."<br /><br />The Brahmin Sannyasin’s first thought was why should he go to Mithalapuri and obtain his teaching from a butcher? But the happenings in the house of the village woman had chastened him and he was determined to find out what the butcher had to teach him.<br /><br />The Brahmin Sannyasin went to the town and met Dharmavyadha in his shop. There, the big fat Vyadha was cutting meat with his big knife and bargaining with the people and selling his product.<br /><br />The Brahmin Sannyasin was taken aback. “Lord help me! Is this the man from whom I am going to learn? He is the incarnation of a devil, if he is anything.”<br /><br />No sooner Dharmavyadha saw the young Sannyasin, he said through his betel stained teeth:<br /><br />“Young man did that lady send you here? Make yourself comfortable, till I have completed the work for the day”<br /><br />The young Sannyasin took his seat; the man continued to do his work and after he had finished he took his money and said to the Sannyasin: “Come Sir; let us go to my home.”<br /><br />At his home, the Vyadha gave the Sannyasin a seat, and told him to wait there till called and entered his house. He then cleaned his old father and mother, gave them their food and did all he could to make them comfortable, after which he came to the Sannyasin and said:<br /><br />“Sir, you have reached here to see me; what can I do for you?”<br /><br />The Sannyasin queried him about atman and about paramatman, and what the Vyadha told him forms a part of the Mahabharata, called the Vyadha Gita. It is Vedanta of the highest order. When the Vyadha finished his teaching, the Sannyasin was astounded:<br /><br />“Why are you in this body? With such knowledge as yours, why are you, in a Vyadha's body and doing such filthy, ugly work?"<br /><br />“My son,” said the Vyadha, “No duty is ugly, No duty is impure. By my birth I am in these circumstances and environments. I learnt this trade in my boyhood and I am unattached and I do my duty well. I do my duty as a householder, serving my parents and do all I can to make them happy. I neither know Yoga as you practice it, nor I am a Sannyasin. I did not go out of this world into a forest; nevertheless, all that you have heard and seen has come to me through the unattached doing of my duty that belongs to my position.”<br /><br />The Vyadha advised the young Brahmin Sannyasin that all work must be done by “dedicating to God” and it is not the birth but dharma and virtuous conduct that makes one a Brahmin.<br /><br />And he recited:<br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br />"Right conduct is achieved through two things: avoiding the vices and promoting virtues. By taking such an approach we can maintain the right conduct even after attaining perception"<br /><br />Moral of the story:<br /><br />The Vyadha and the woman did their duty with cheerfulness and whole-heartedness; and the result was that they became illuminated, clearly showing that the right performance of the duties of any station in life, without attachment to results, leads us to the highest realization of the perfection of the soul. The Vyadha teaches that “No duty is ugly, No duty is impure” and it is only the way in which the work is done, determines its worth.<br /><br />Swami Vivekananda describes the Vyadha Gita in one of his lectures in Karma Yoga and says that it contains one of the “highest flights of the Vedanta”. And this story describes the importance of performance of swadharma (prescribed duty or duty in life). According to the story, a Vyadha, considered low by birth, but engaged in dharma and doing good to others is capable of teaching a Brahmin, considered high by birth, but practices austerities for his own good. The attainment of freedom, by the performance of swadharma, is also one of the central teachings of the Bhagavad-Gita.</i></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-24939719248014606872016-01-17T10:35:00.000-05:002016-01-17T10:35:36.963-05:00ANGER The hermit and the shudra (low caste man)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The hermit was annoyed at this retort and said, 'You have the cheek to copy me. I had to take my bath again because I was polluted by your touch.' The poor man replied, 'I also take my bath again because I have been touched by a CHANDALA, who is worse than a low caste. I want to purify myself in this river.'<br /><br />At this reply, the hermit was red with anger. He said, 'What do you mean? You dare abuse me!! Do you mean to call me a CHANDALA?'<br /><br />The man submitted in a humble tone, 'No Sir. cannot afford to insult you. I have been the victim of your anger. As you already know, this anger is a big CHANDALA. You will please excuse me. I do not mean you when I say I was touched by a chandala.<br /><br />On hearing this, the hermit was very much ashamed and he said to himself that the poor man was right in his remarks. I should not have lost my temper. O dear friend! It is pity that we consider it a pride to indulge in anger, which is, as a matter of fact our worst enemy. It is wonder that we hate a chandala with much greater intensity than what we do in respect of our anger. Anger is the worst emotion. It makes one mad and destroys one's power of discrimination. When God is everywhere and in everything, is it not an insult to God, if we get angry at or insult someone else?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me, 'I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she never forgets me.' 'I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go and be with my little sister'. Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.</i></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2897619537960739946.post-12148576300939938922016-01-05T20:45:00.000-05:002016-01-05T20:45:01.888-05:00 The $100 story that will simply captivate you<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A tourist walks into a curio shop in San Francisco. Looking around at the exotica, he notices a very lifelike, life-sized bronze statue of a rat. It has no price tag But is so striking he decides he must have it.<br /><br />He takes it to the owner: "How much for the bronze rat?" "Twelve dollars for the rat, one hundred dollars for the Story," says the owner.<br /><br />The tourist gives the man twelve dollars. "I'll just take the rat, you can keep the story."<br /><br />As he walks down the street carrying his bronze rat, he notices that a few real rats crawl out of the alleys and sewers and begin following him down the street. This is disconcerting; he begins walking faster. But within a couple of blocks, the herd of rats behind him grows to hundreds, and they begin squealing. He begins to trot toward the Bay, looking around to see that the rats now numbered in the MILLIONS, and are still squealing and coming towards him faster and faster.<br /><br />Concerned, even scared, he runs to the edge of the Bay and throws the bronze rat as far out into the Bay as he can. Amazingly, the millions of rats all jump into the Bay after it and are all drowned. The man walks back to the curio shop.<br /><br />"Ah ha," says the owner, "You have come back for the Story?"<br /><br />"No," says the man, "I came back to see if you have a statue of a politician in bronze!!<br /><br />How I wish we had so called politicians statue!!!!!!!</span></div>
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