Words of Wisdom

"Thomas Alva Edison" indeed must have been a very pleasing personality when it comes to marketting.

When I read about his life I really wondered whether he is a businessman or a scientist.

Extreme Thirst.
After a prolonged, exhausting three-hour battle, the whole family is finally seated in place in their car and leaves on vacation.
After barely ten minutes on the road, Fredrick, the six-year-old, blurts out: “Dad, I’m thirsty.”
During the ensuing hour, the child carries on his painful cries. Fed up, the father stops at a restaurant.
“Ok, what do you want to drink?” asks the father of his son. “Lemonade? Soda? A cold glass of milk?”
“Instead of that, could we get some candy?” replies the child.
We never know what we want. We take off with the intention of doing one thing in life and, when we have the opportunity to bring it to fruition, we want something else… something better. We’re never satisfied with what we’ve got.

Pardon my ignorence, but what is the connection : EDISON ???

Inspite of fear that I may be ridiculed for the post below , I write what i feel is correct.....

Food for thought : Would it be okay if we want something better after getting something good with which we are not satisfied???
May be the thought above maybe termed as being greedy but with this notion only has mankind been able to achieve the progress in all spheres of life.
We are here becasue someone or a number of them were not satisfied with the NET as it was being used by the US Defence dept.!!!

This moral story reminds all of us to serve the society above the self.



Lord Krishna warned Pandavas about arrival of Kaliyug. He said "When you go out and notice any unnatural and unusual incident, it could signify the onset of kaliyug. If you do not understand then report to me the incident I will construe (interpret) themfor you.

All of them went out and observes as this.

Udhisthira: Sees a Herd of elephants. Strangely, one of which was with two trunks. This elephant drinks water with both trunks not allowing near by elephant to drink.

Arjuna: Sees a flying bird surprisingly it was loaded with books on his both wings but its beak was stained with blood.

Bhima: Sees a cow madly patting her calf till it bled and became unconscious. He could not understand this.

Nakula: Observes seven wells, out of which six were overflowing & one was completely dry. This puzzles him.

Sahadeva: Comes across a confusing sight while climbing a mountain. A huge boulder (rock) was shifting at full speed downwards and destroying all the trees & anything that came in the way. Surprisingly this rock halts near a small blade of grass.

In the evening they all returned and narrated the incidents to Lord Krishna. Lord interprets incidents of every one as follows.

Yudhisthira! The two trunked elephant you saw signifies today's Politicians. They want to grab everything by hook or crook and want to take away the shares of others besides their own.

Arjuna! The flying bird was an example of today's educated class. They use their Knowledge to exploit weaker sections, forgetting that they too are human beings. The beak is stained by sucked blood of poorer.

Bhima! The cow illustrates today's Parents. They are over protective and ignore their wards mistakes. They forget, over patting hurts the Child, it causes the child to loose the capabilities to fight odd situations. With over protection the children become rude and unapologetic.

Nakula! The overflowing wells symbolise today's "well to do & affluent society". They misuse their wealth and over enjoy at the cost of poorer. They forget that their greed keep the downtrodden people away from even basic needs like a dry well.

Sahadeva! Huge boulder is nothing but the destructive force of the nature. However the wise men be, the nature when gets wilder destroys what comes in its way. The only Savior is GOD like a small blade of grass.

Moral: To worship "God" in kaliyug is a big task & service to humanity is still a bigger one". We must differ in Kaliyug from others. GOD has sent us to fill dry wells of poor by using our education, wealth and talents. In short, when ever we get an opportunity to serve the community, we must grab it with the motto "Service above the self."

A PRAYER A DAY KEEPS EVIL AWAY.

There is a story of about a sea captain who in his retirement skippered
a boat taking day-trippers to Shetland Islands.
On one trip, the boat was full of young people. They laughed at the old captain when they saw him say a prayer before sailing out, because the day was fine and the sea was calm.

However they weren't long at sea when a storm suddenly blew up and the
boat began to pitch violently. The terrified passengers came to the captain and asked him to join them in prayer.

But he replied, "I say my prayers when it's calm. When it's rough I attend to my ship."

Here is a lesson for us......

If we cannot and will not seek God in quiet moments of our lives, we are not likely to find him when trouble strikes.

We are more likely to panic. But if we have learnt to seek him and
trust him in quiet moments, then most certainly we will find him when the going gets rough.

its a master stroke.
Thanks

Here is a good story. Read on.....
Don't look for any punch line, there isn't one.
Read it anyway.


My question is: Ask yourself ,"Would you have made the same choice? "

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

"Its proclaimed by all that when not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.. and Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.The father continued. "I believe
that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into
the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and
it comes in the way other people treat that child."

Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball.
Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?"
Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I
guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth
inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in
his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was
still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove
and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was
obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from
ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two
outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but
impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again
took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch
came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the
ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out
of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled,
"Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran
towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for
the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too,
intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled
the bases toward home. All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way
Shay"Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him
by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third!
Shay, run to third!" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and
the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!"
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit
the grand slam and won the game for his team.

"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face,
"the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity
into this world".Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter,
having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and
coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the
day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY:

Well, I truly believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things."
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate among them!!!!

It moved me to tears.... Great post, thanx.

Sir, your post prompted me to post this story:hope u dont mind my post here??!!!

A beautiful experience that somebody shared and I would like to share with you all.



I live in Indore, in India 's heartland. On our way back from an adjacent
town, my friend and I stopped at a highway dhaba. Placing our order, we
stretched ourselves out on the cane chairs. A motley group of people
occupied other tables. As we glanced around desultorily, a ragged man
sauntered in and sat down. He poured himself a glass of water from the
steel jug. He drank two whole glasses, but ordered no food, nor did the dhaba boys ask him. When our tea and samosas arrived, he looked at the food, filled his glass again and drank it. We saw no greed in his eyes, but it was an easy >guess, that the guy was hungry and had no money.

The dhaba boy told us, "Oh! That madman comes in everyday If he has money, he eats something, otherwise he just drinks a few glasses of water and leaves. My boss, the owner of this dhaba has said that since water has been given to us by the Lord, we must never stop anyone drinking it at our dhaba."

This logic really touched me. I asked the boy to serve the man a plate of
samosas. When he did so, the man looked at him questioningly. The boy pointed to us. The man looked at us but made no acknowledgement.

As he picked up the first samosa, a little girl in rags walked up and just stood there. He gave her the samosa, which she wolfed down. He picked up the second one and handed that to her, too. She grabbed it and ran away He pushed away his empty plate, filled up his glass again, drank the water and walked away from the dhaba without a backward glance.

I asked myself if I were capable of a gesture like that. The most I could
muster was, "I HOPE so".

If sharing what we have in excess is generosity, then how would we describe what that madman did?

'Selfless love'? It is what intellectuals talk about and madmen practice!!