Here are some nice Thoughts ..

• "Fear less, hope more;
  Whine less, breathe more;
  Talk less, say more;
  Hate less, love more;
  And all good things are yours."
  
  
• "Successful leaders have the courage to take action while others hesitate."
  
  
  
  
  
  

• Sometimes love is for a moment and sometimes love is for a life time…

  But sometimes, a moment with the one you love is enough to spend a lifetime...

  So don't miss the chance (like me) to be with your loved one’s,

  Because that loses something which none other can replace.....

  We will never get those days with ur loved ones back.......
  
  

• Happiness keeps u Sweet,

  Trials keep u Strong,

  Sorrow keeps u Human,

  Failure Keeps u Humble,

  Success keeps u Glowing,

  AND MISUNDERSTANDINGS KEEPS U IN PAIN,

  But its only God that Keeps u Going.......
  
  
  
• When you have a Passion and a Reason to do something, you’ll surely have what you want...
  It may seem hard or even impossible, but if you have a Strong Enough Reason to do Something, You’ll be able to tap in your Inner God-given Potential!
  
  
  
• It doesn't matter for how long the room has been dark;
  For a day, or a week, or a year, or for ten thousand years.
  The moment you bring in a candle; darkness vanishes like it was never there.

  Tuesday, August 21, 2007

  Never leave your old parents......

  An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

  The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”

  The Son replied “It is a crow”.

  After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”

  The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.

  After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,

  What is this?”

  At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.

  A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is this?”

  This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”

  A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

  “Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.

  While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

  So..

  If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.

  They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today”.

  Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

  Thanks for spending ur time on reading this story…… Hope U r forwarding this to all ur friends…

  Monday, July 23, 2007

  Life & Love......

  This story tells us something about LOVE & LIFE.
  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

  Thursday, July 19, 2007

  A true Love ... Heart touching

  Hi friends here is a heart touching one.....

  This is what True Love is all about:
  

  It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 a.m., when an elderly gentleman in his 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him look at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

  While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife.I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer' s Disease.
  

  As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.I was surprised, and asked him, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"
  

  He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."
  

  
  True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
  

  With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there are some that come along that have an important message, and this is one of those kind. Just had to share it with you all.
  

  Wednesday, July 18, 2007

  Worthful to read .....A window.

  Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
  
  One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room's only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
  

  
  

  Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
  

  The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
  

  
  

  One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
  

  
  Days and weeks passed.
  
  

  One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
  

  
  

  As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
  

  
  

  Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
  

  
  It faced a blank wall.
  
  The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
  
  The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
  
  She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
  
  Epilogue:
  

  There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.