Success, Wealth & Love – HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat.”

“Is the man of the house home?”, they asked.

“No”, she replied. “He’s out.”

“Then we cannot come in”, they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

“Go tell them I am home and invite them in!”

The woman went out and invited the men in”

“We do not go into a House together,” they replied.

“Why is that?” she asked.

One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, “He is Success, and I am Love.” Then he added, “Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.”

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. “How nice!!”, he said. “Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!”

His wife disagreed. “My dear, why don’t we invite Success?”

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: “Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!”

“Let us heed our daughter-in-law’s advice,” said the husband to his wife.

“Go out and invite Love to be our guest.”

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, “Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest.”

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: “I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?”

The old men replied together: “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would’ve stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!”

MY WISH FOR All OF YOU…

-Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.

-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.

-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.

-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.

 

LOVE & LIFE

Hi friends,

I know its been a long time without an update in my blog.

LOVE & LIFE are the most important in Everyone’s life & without it, there is nothing. Here’s a lovely story about LOVE & LIFE.

ENJOY!!!

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My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked.

“I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him?

And finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right… It’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: “Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.

Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?”

He said: “I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes….

My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but….please allow me to explain the reasons further…..

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand…and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face…

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die … ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing
outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms. It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form …

Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… AND THAT’S LIFE

 

True Promise

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“How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right away and make your darling daughter eat her food ?“

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only Daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her Eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.

Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has Just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice.
My mother and my wife are orthodox and believe firmly in the ‘cooling effects’ of Curd Rice. I cleared my throat and picked Up the bowl.

“ Sindu, darling, why don’t you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear. If you don’t, your Mom will Shout at me .“

I could sense my wife’s scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a Bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. “OK, Dad. I will eat not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. but, you should…” Sindu hesitated. “Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?“

“Oh sure, darling.“

“Promise?“

“Promise.“

I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine and clinched the deal.

“Ask Mom also to give a similar promise,” my daughter insisted.

My wife slapped her hand on Sindu’s muttering “Promise,” without any emotion .

Now I became a bit anxious. “Sindu, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not Have that kind of money right now. OK ?“

“No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive.“

Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my Child to eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes Wide with expectation. All of our attention was on her.

“Dad, I want to have my head shaved off this Sunday,” Was her demand!

“Atrocious!” shouted my wife, “a girl child having her head Shaved off? Impossible!“

“Never in our family!” my mother rasped. ” She has been watching Too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled With these TV programs!“

“Sindu, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad Seeing you with a clean-shaven head.“

“No, Dad. I do not want anything else,” Sindu said with Finality.

“Please Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?” I tried to plead with her.

“Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice,” Sindu was in tears. “And you promised to grant me Whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra and Its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what ?“

It was time for me to call the shots.

“Our promise must be kept.“

“Are you out your mind?” chorused my mother and wife.

“No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to Honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.“

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes Looked big and beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight To watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved.

I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a Car, and shouted, “Sinduja, please wait for me!“

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.

“Maybe that is the `in’ stuff,” I thought.

“Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!“

Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and Continued, “That boy who is walking along with your daughter is My son Harish. He is suffering from leukemia.“

She paused to muffle her sobs. “ Harish could not attend the School for the whole of the last month. He lost all of his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates.“

“ Sinduja visited him last week and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your Daughter.“

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept.

“My little Angel, will you teach me what love is?“