Lovely Chit Chats

Blackhole

Well-Known Member
#11
Source :::: Q U O R A ::: poster NileshSHarma



Never Give Up.......


In India, blind students were not given an opportunity to learn science and maths once they complete their 8th standard. They were forced to take other subjects like arts, literature or music.

But Karthik Sawhney had different plans in his mind. He was so much passionate about studying science and maths. So, he decided to face the officials with the help of his parents, relatives and an NGO campaign. Eventually, the CBSE board had to give up. They showed the green signal and Karthik appeared for his CBSE Board exams.

Guess what, he took the whole world by surprise by scoring 96%.

He lost the first battle. However his fight was similar to the spider who eventually built his web in the 8th attempt.

Karthik Sawhney dreamed of becoming a software developer and his vision was to build software application which can be accessed by people with different disabilities. What a stunning vision?

Its a unfortunate on IIT and our country that we were not able to let this boy continue his higher education. We denied an opportunity for him to try his potential, alongside the bright brains of physically able students at our IIT’s.

This is where we need to salute the likes of Stanford, MIT, Harvard and Oxford. Stanford was one step ahead by welcoming Karthik to do his Engineering degree at their campus.




Ref:
indiatimes.com
Denied by IIT JEE, Blind Topper Kartik Sawhney Opts for Stanford
 

Blackhole

Well-Known Member
#13
Source :internet....unknown author....its available in many sites .... used acadamic tips .org

My mom only had one eye


My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, “EEEE, your mom only has one eye!”

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, “If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?”

My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, “How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!”

And to this, my mother quietly answered, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address.” – and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

“My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your mother.”
 

Blackhole

Well-Known Member
#14
---- SOURCE : Internet....many website has this story or variant of it,author unknown...site moralstories


Until Death Do us Apart


When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions. She didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month, we both try to live as normal a life as possible. Her reason for this conditions were simple. Our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me. She had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last-minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office and jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind. I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, “I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart”.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.

My wife had been fighting cancer for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our son— I’m a loving husband.

Moral: The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. And have a real happy marriage.
 

Blackhole

Well-Known Member
#15
15 year old teen Daughter

A father passing by his teenage daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the pillow. It was addressed “Dad”. With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:-

Dear Dad,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you, but I’m leaving home. I had to elope with my new boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I’ve been finding real passion with Randy and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him you’ll like him too - even with all his piercing, tattoos, and motorcycle clothes.


But it’s not only the passion Dad, I’m pregnant and Randy said that he wants me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me (anyway, 42 isn’t so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn’t stand in the way of our relationship, don’t you agree?

Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter.It’s true he has other girlfriends as well but I know he’ll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and that’s now one of my dreams too.

Randy taught me that marijuana doesn’t really hurt anyone and he’ll be growing it for us and we’ll trade it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure deserves it!!

Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure we’ll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your loving daughter,
Rosie.

At the bottom of the page were the letters “PTO”.


Hands still trembling,her father turned the sheet, and read:

PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at the neighbour’s house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that’s in my desk centre drawer.

Please sign it and call when it is safe for me to come home. Love you.
 

Blackhole

Well-Known Member
#16
Never Give UP

Takacs was a member of the Hungarian army. By the year of 1936 he showed unparalleled talent as a world class pistol shooter and was suggested to put his name in the race for The Olympics.



But he was denied a place in the Hungarian shooting team for the 1936 Summer Olympics on the grounds that he was a sergeant, and only commissioned officers were allowed to compete at that time.

Thus, he missed his first Olympics opportunity.

This prohibition was lifted in Hungary after the Berlin Games, and Takács had expectations of success at the 1940 Summer Olympics, scheduled to be held in Tokyo.
As the preparations were on in full swing, in the year of 1938 his shooting hand was badly injured when a grenade exploded at his army training camp.
Within a moment all the hard work and effort he had put in was dashed. His dreams were shattered. Had this been the end it would not have qualified as one of the most motivational stories ever. In fact, The real story starts only here.

Any normal person would have taken refuge in sympathy bestowed on them by peers. Takács refused that favor. People said it was such a pity to have lost his 'Best Hand.' But this man was visionary enough to realize that he did not born with his 'Best Hand.' It is his relentless efforts that made it best. Thus, he can as well make his left hand the Best. Hence, he embarked on this monumental task of making the hand with which he could not even hold a rifle the 'Best Hand' not only of him but the best hand of the world. This time he did it on sly. Because he knew that he deserved more than sympathy.
He surprised his fellow countrymen when he won the Hungarian national pistol shooting championship in the spring of 1939. He also was a member of the Hungarian team that won the 1939 ISSF World Shooting Championships in the event. Thus, he regained his lost fame and was being considered as the top seed for the Olympics of 1940.
But destiny had something else in store for him.

Olympic games of 1940 was cancelled due to the Second World War. Takács was disappointed. Hurt. But then, he decided to take it as an opportunity to train harder and harder and aimed for Olympics 1944.
Then, 1944 Olympic games was cancelled one more time, reason being the same. Again, he did not give up. With his relentless tenacity he went on to win Gold Medal in the 1948 Summer Olympics in London, aged 38, beating the favourite and setting a new world record.
He won a second gold medal in the same event at the 1952 Summer Olympics in Helsinki, and also attended the 1956 Summer Olympics in Melbourne, but finished eighth and failed to win a third medal.

His story has given him a place among the "Olympic heroes" of the International Olympic Committee.

According to me this story of Károly Takács is an living example of the fact that,
"Achievers aren't born, they are made. And they are made just like anything else, through hard work. And that's the price we'll have to pay to achieve a goal, any goal."
 

Blackhole

Well-Known Member
#17
From Homeless to Multimillionaire
Chris Gardner


Christopher Paul "Chris" Gardner is an American entrepreneur, investor, stockbroker, motivational speaker, author, and philanthropist who, during the early 1980s, struggled with homelessness while raising his toddler son, Christopher, Junior.





Gardner worked as a research lab assistant at UCSF and at the Veterans' Hospital.Since his salary was not enough to support his family, after four years, he quit these jobs and doubled his salary by taking a job as a medical equipment salesman.

Gardner gained a position in Dean Witter Reynolds’ stock brokerage training program which he realised later on that it offered no salary to him.


Apart from selling medical equipment that brought in 300-400 dollars a month in the early 1980s, and with no savings, he was unable to meet his living expenses.

His wife left him and his son. He was taken out of his apartment and he even spent one night in the restroom of a metro station. He usually took refuge at night in a church shelter with his son.



Eventually, he worked to become a top trainee at Dean Witter Reynolds.
Gardner was recruited by Bear Stearns & Company in San Francisco.

In 1987, Gardner established the brokerage firm, Gardner Rich & Co, in Chicago, Illinois
Today, he is a multi millionaire.

After Gardner sold his small stake in Gardner Rich in a multi-million dollar deal in 2006, he became CEO and founder of Christopher Gardner International Holdings, with offices in New York, Chicago and San Francisco.
He sponsors many charitable organisations.

He published his autobiography The PURSUIT of HAPPYNESS, in 2006.



He has a now become a motivational speaker too.

His story was shown in the Gabriele Muccino directed movie, the PURSUIT of HAPPYNESS, released in 2006.

The movie, starring Will Smith, Thandie Newton and Smith's son Jaden Smith, focused on Gardner's nearly one-year struggle with homelessness.






The secret to his success as told by him:
"Passion is everything. In fact, you've got to be borderline fanatical about what you do. Be bold enough to find the one thing that you are passionate about. It might not be what you were trained to do. But be bold enough to do the one thing. Nobody needs to dig it but you."


Source::: Many sites/forums/blogs have this but above article is from q u o r a by mr yashvendra
 

Blackhole

Well-Known Member
#18
A D oPTioN

An old man lived in a nice big house with his wife. Their only son was settled in Canada with his wife and kids.

One sad day, the old man died of heart-attack. His wife was devastated. The son came from Canada to attend his funeral. He was very depressed for not being with his father during his last days. He stayed with his mother for about a week and then decided to take her to Canada along with him. He didn't want to lose his mother the same way. The mother was ecstatic at the thought of living with her son and his family. They sold the house and other precious belongings. Packed everything and went to the airport.

After the baggage and security check-in, they were waiting in the seating area. The boy felt an urge to pee and told his mother that he was going to the wash room and will be back in 5 min. The mother nodded and waited for him.

And he never came back.

Yes, he flew to Canada alone. Naive and innocent, she kept wondering where he was. She didn't know what to do. So she kept waiting. Hours passed by. She was crying. After about 15 hours, a security person came up to her and asked her what the matter was. She told him in a broken voice that her son had abandoned her. That he sold their house, took away all the savings and left her alone and poor to die homeless. That she didn't have any relatives in the city and no place to go. The guard felt for her but he couldn't do much. He advised her to go back to her locality and ask her neighbours or the new owners of their house to lend some space. He dropped her at her old place.

It was sold to a young couple having a kid. The lady opened the door. The old mother explained her situation, crying her eyes out. She said, "Give me some space in any corner of the room, I will clean the house, do the dishes, anything you want." The lady brought her into the room where her husband was watching TV.
The couple was kind and the husband said, "We have got a lot of space here so keeping you won't be a problem. But we have got no parents of our own. So if you stay here as our mother, then only we would allow you a place here."
The lady was overwhelmed.
Now she is staying with them. She takes care of their kid and they treat her like their mother.

I had tears in my eyes when my mother told me this. Our parents do more than they feasibly can to give us the best childhood. They are squashed financially, physically and emotionally in the process. And when it is our time to return the favour as they grow old, some of us resort to such brutalities. Thankfully there still are some good people to hold this world together with love.

This is a world where blood relatives could turn out to be absolutely heartless and you could find selfless love in absolute strangers.
 

wisp

Well-Known Member
#19
I'm 75 and still working because I believe that man should work as long as he can




"I came to Bombay in 1962 and started driving a taxi in 1964. My older brother and I lived in the same house and we raised our families together. He passed away in a car accident suddenly in 1975 and all of a sudden I was the head of the family with 10 people to support. I educated his children like mine, gave them the same pocket money and took care of them like my own and all my income was because of this taxi here.

As all the children grew older, they took up part time jobs and eventually went on to get amazing job offers. My son is an MBA graduate who lives in London, my daughter has married in Canada and 4 of my brother's children are in Canada as well. My son was dating a girl from London, so when he told me that she's visiting us here in Bombay I was worried that she might not want to marry a taxi driver's son. When she came here and met our family, she said that she had never felt so loved before. They got married soon after and she often calls me and tells me to come to live with them in London. I've picked up some English from her, so I tell her - 'save your money - I'm working here very happily.' I also ask her if she'll get such good Sarso da Saag in London - to which she says she's learning how to cook! My son even tells me, 'Baba, it's our turn to give you pocket money now' but I laugh it off.
My life has been very simple. I'm 75 and still working because I believe that man should work as long as he can -- what good are your days of sitting around?

A lot of people ask me to go to London or Canada and live with my children, but I feel wrong to do that. I have never accepted a free meal and I like to be Independent. Of Course I visit my children, but my home is India. How can I leave this taxi and Bombay when they have given me so much?



https://www.saddahaq.com/im-75-and-...elieve-that-man-should-work-as-long-as-he-can
 

Similar threads