Thursday, August 31, 2006

Feeding Time ...

.... And I told you the snow would melt, the passionate love o' the sun does it. The leaves of the trees, will fall with the wind, and look that great, gray cloud will vanish now ... it goes on and on until the child finishes his/her bowl of cerelac.

When a young grandchild feeds his grandparents, gladness finds its old home, and that sorrow at length departs. Feeding your dear ones is a happy moment shared.

A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like."The Lord led the holy man to two doors.

He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.But the people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished.
They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful, but because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.

The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.

'They then went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.

The holy man said, "I don’t understand.""It is simple" said the Lord, "In this place the people have learned to feed one another."

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Bring What You Can Carry

Every dream a child sees is made of golden sight, Every day the sun rises to spread its golden light ....
Once there was an old rich man who was afraid of dying and leaving all his wealth behind on earth. So, he took up the matter with God. He pleaded day and night to be able to take all his earthly possessions with him. Finally, God conceded. He said the man could take as much as he could fit in one suitcase. The old man immediately went out, bought a huge suitcase, sold all he owned and filled the suitcase with gold bars. Shortly after that, the old man died. Awkwardly dragging the big, heavy suitcase, he approached St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter stopped him, asked him to open his luggage, and then told him he couldn't bring his gold bars into Heaven.The man was irate. "You don't understand," he said. "I got permission directly from God himself for this. He told me whatever I could fit into one suitcase, I could bring with me.

"St. Peter, shrugged his shoulders and simply said, "Fine with me. But we've already got plenty of pavement here."
Happy weekend friends!

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Advertainment ...

A church choir was putting on a car wash to raise money for a special trip to Bethlehem. They made a large sign that read:


On the scheduled Saturday, business was very good. But, by two o'clock the sky clouded, the rain poured, and there were hardly any customers. Finally, one of the soprano singers had an idea.

She printed a very large poster with the words:

"WE WASH. GOD RINSES". (Next to the words was an arrow pointing skyward.)

Business boomed!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Myself ...

Tagged by
"Starry Nights"

I AM THINKING ABOUT :Just in case Tomorrow is too late.
(I keep thinking this many times in a day!)...

I SAID : I am already O.K.

I WANT TO: remove all the buts and whens from my vocabulary ( I mean LIFE)

I WISH : I always held my head high with a smile

I WONDER : why all my friends call me on the same day? why they remember me on the same day?

I REGRET : Nothing

I HEAR: My son telling me what happened on the playground yesterday.

I AM: Only a Human

I DANCE : when I hear music in the air

I SING: when I light a Candle of HOPE

I CRY : in the kitchen with a knife in my hand. (cutting onions)

I AM NOT : A reserved class(Person)

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS : Actions… (when in a conversation ). I am an expressive person.

I WRITE : Even on a tissue paper… * Big Grin*

I CONFUSE : All my son’s friends (girl friends!). They call him when I am not at home.

I NEED : “Surprises“. (I love to give and take surprises ). I also need to change the subject ...

"I Tag: The first person who comments here"
Starry Nights(she tagged me), Usha and Hip grandma are excused this time.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

I'm tagged ...

I thank a good blogmate and a wonderful blogwriter
Lil MiZfiT to have tagged me.

One book that changed your life?
Every book I have read did convey something good.
Letter to a Teacher, Sieze the day, Mill on the Floss .... many more.

One book you have read more than once?
Alchemist ... there are a few more.

One book you would want on a desert island?

On a desert island I would want to write.

One book that made you laugh?
Uncle Fred in Springtime many of the PG Wodehouse collections.

One book that made you cry?
In recent times The Kite Runner .

One book you wish had been written?
"Mizfit Chronicles" by Mizfit ...

One book you wish had never been written?
All my mathematics textbooks in school.

One book you are currently reading?
One hundred years of solitude

One book you have been meaning to read?
The World is flat ... would want to read as many as possible.

Now I tag Starry nights, Usha, Hip Grandma and all my other blogmates who would like to share some good titles here .... Cheers!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

two steps behind you ...

Walk away wherever you want to
If need be, you can run
hide you can never
I'm beside, behind
within you ...

Take your time, and think
You can't fight me
I'm the magic
within you ...

Turn around;
find me
just two steps behind you ...

Friday, August 04, 2006

Make time to live ...

A short story ...

Two friends were walking through the desert. At one point, both started arguing and one of the friends hit the other in his face. The one who was hit was hurt, without uttering a single word. He sat down and wrote in the sand,

"Today My Best Friend Hit me in the Face".

They carried on walking, until they reached an oasis, they wanted to freshen up and started to bathe. The friend who was hit in the face, got caught in the mud and was about to drown when his other friend saved his life. After he recovered he took a stone and carved into it,

"Today My Best Friend Saved My life".

Puzzled the other friend inquired, "why a stone, earlier you wrote in the sand?"

He looked up and smiled and said,
"When I was hurt, I wrote in the sand so that the wind can blow it, but when you saved my life I carved it on the stone. so that the wind can never blow it away".

We have to learn to write our pain in the Sand. The wind by blowing it away can help us to forgive. But the good moments have to be carved on the stone, so that we never forget them. Nature has given us many gifts,which are all around us. They teach us,
"Lets make time to live!"

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Mirror, mirror ...

Mirror, mirror on the wall , "who is the most beautiful woman of them all"?

Age 3: Looks at herself and sees a Queen!
Age 8: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/Sleeping Beauty.

Age 15: Looks at herself and sees herself as Cinderella/SleepingBeauty/Cheerleader; or if she is PMS'ing: sees Fat/Pimples/UGLY ("Mom, I can't go to school looking like this!").
Age 20: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she's going out anyway.

Age 30: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but decides she doesn't have time to fix it, so she's going out anyway.
Age 40: Looks at herself and sees "too fat/too thin, too short/too tall, too straight/too curly" - but says, "At least I'm clean" and goes out anyway.

Age 50: Looks at herself and sees "I am" and goes wherever she wants to go.
Age 60: Looks at herself and reminds herself of all the people who can't even see themselves in the mirror anymore. Goes out and conquers the world.

Age 70: Looks at herself and sees wisdom, laughter and ability. Goes out and enjoys life.
Age 80: Doesn't bother to look. Just puts on a purple hat and goes out to have fun with the world.

A Look in the Mirror...
Mirror now, with all respect, do not reflect what I expect. All the world 's a stage you know, foolish words have made it so Listen now, who do you see? Mirror, take a look at me.