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Thursday, June 14, 2012

Good Morning




 

Good Morning

“ You actually don't have to lie in it just because you made your bed. "

Somebody told you a falsehood if they told you that you have to live with your past decisions, choices, and actions. The past is past and has nothing to do with you.

It has nothing to do with Right Now.

 Do not let anything from your past inhibit you in this Present Moment. Start over. Start Fresh. Each day, Each hour, if it serves you. Heck, each minute. Just
get going. Just do it. Just say it. With love. All else will take care of itself.

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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

THE SMART GAME OF LIFE..!



       
THE SMART GAME OF LIFE..!
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There Once Lived A Great Mathematician In A Village Outside Ujjain .
He Was Often Called By The Local King To Advice On Matters Related To
The Economy.
His Reputation Had Spread As Far As Taxila In The North And Kanchi In
The South.
So It Hurt Him When The Village Headman Told Him, "You May Be A Great Mathematician Who Advises The King On Economic Matters But Your Son Does Not Know The Value Of Gold Or Silver." 

The Mathematician Called His Son And Asked, "What Is More Valuable -
Gold Or silver?"
"Gold," Said The Son. "
That Is Correct.
Why Is It Then That The Village Headman Makes Fun Of You, Claims You
Do Not Know The Value Of Gold Or Silver?
 
He Teases Me Every Day. He Mocks Me Before Other Village Elders.
As A Father This Hurts Me. I Feel Everyone In The Village Is Laughing Behind My Back Because You Do Not Know What Is More Valuable, Gold Or Silver.
Explain This To Me, Son." 
So The Son Of The Mathematician Told His Father The Reason Why The Village Headman Carried This Impression.
"Every Day On My Way To School, The Village Headman Calls Me.
There, In Front Of All Village Elders, He Holds Out A Silver Coin In One
Hand And A Gold Coin In Other.
He Asks Me To Pick Up The More Valuable Coin.
I Pick The Silver Coin.
He Laughs, The Elders Jeer, Everyone Makes Fun Of Me.
This Happens Every Day On My Way To School.
That Is Why They Tell You I Do Not Know The Value Of Gold Or Silver." 

The Father Was Confused.
His Son Knew The Value Of Gold And Silver, And Yet When Asked To
Choose Between A Gold Coin And Silver Coin, He Always Picked The Silver Coin.
"Why Don't You Pick Up The Gold Coin?" He Asked.
 
In Response, The Son Took The Father To His Room And Showed Him A Box. In The Box Were At Least A Hundred Silver Coins.
 
Turning To His Father, The Mathematician' s Son Said, "The Day I Pick Up The Gold Coin The Game Will Stop.
They Will Stop Having Fun And I Will Stop Making Money."

The Bottom Line Is...
Sometimes In Life, We Have To Play The Fool Because Our Seniors And Our Peers, And Sometimes Even Our Juniors Like It.
That Does Not Mean We Lose In The Game Of Life.
It Just Means Allowing Others To Win In One Arena Of The Game,
While We Win In The Other Arena Of The Game.
We Have To Choose Which Arena Matters To Us And Which Arenas Do Not.
 
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Monday, June 11, 2012

Pencil and Eraser...............


Pencil and Eraser......

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Pencil: I'm sorry ! 

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time. 

Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

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Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. 
Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass away. 
Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children. And will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying or sad. 
All our lives, we've been the pencil. And it pains us to see the eraser that is our parents getting smaller and smaller each day. 
For we know that one day, all that we're left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what we used to have.

"We never know the love of our parents for us until we have become parents ourselves" 
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