Letter to God!!!

Hi Friends,

I got struck up with some personal work  for last 3 months. Thats why I could not be able to concentrate on blogging..

My Apologies for the same. However I have seen some responses from readers… Its really encouraging and I really thank you all for the kind of motivation and encouragement….

Wish we could do more…

Evergreen Wishes,



Letter to God!!!


 A little boy wanted Rs.50 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothing happened.


Finally he decided to write God a letter requesting the Rs.50.


When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to God, INDIA, they decided to forward it to the President of the India as a joke.


The President was so amused, that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy Rs.20.


The President thought this would appear to be a lot of money (Rs.50) to a little boy, and he did not want to spoil the kid.


The little boy was delighted with Rs…20, and decided to write a thank you note to God, this read:


“Dear God: Thank you very much for sending the money…


However, I noticed that you sent it through the Rashtrapati Bhavan(President House) in New Delhi, and those donkeys deducted Rs.30 as tax ……. ” 






Love & Time !!!



Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.


One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left.


Except for Love.


Love was the only one who stayed.


Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.


When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.


Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat.


Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?”


Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”


Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel.


“Vanity, please help me!”


“I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.


Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.”


“Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!” Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.


Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder.


So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going.


When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.


Realizing how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who helped me?”


“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.


“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?” Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”





Be Smarter – Part 2 !!!

The Crippled Hunter!!!


A great hunter named Hawk woke in the medicine man’s hut. His arm ached fiercely, and when he reached over to touch it, he found the bottom half removed.


He lay there, stunned. “I’m sorry my son,” said the medicine man from the smoky interior of the hut.


“You are a cunning hunter, but you were hurt gravely saving Little Wing’s life. You are a hero to all our people, but the spirits said I must take your arm to save your life.”


Beneath the wraps on Hawk’s arm, the injury ached. He let his remaining hand fall limply to the blanket.


“What can I do now?” he asked numbly.


“You will not be able to use a bow any more,” the medicine man said, “but your years providing food for the tribe will not be forgotten. You will find a way to contribute.”


“You mean I can join the old women and the cripples who tend to the hunter’s catches,” Hawk growled.


He could barely restrain the tears that pricked his eyes. A hunter did not cry.


But if he was a hunter no longer, did it matter?


Hawk spent a lot of time alone while he was recovering.


He went on many long walks. He tried to use his bow, but he could see no way to shoot an arrow with his arm mangled.


People told him to relax, to do the work he could do to contribute to the tribe, such as preparing meat and tanning hides.


But even this work was difficult for him with only one hand. Besides, he did not want to tan hides for the rest of his life.


Something else bothered him. Winter was coming and game had been scarce all year.


The tribe had not put in as much meat for the hard months as it should have. They needed every hunter out there catching food. They needed him.


“Not like this,” he muttered and glared at his useless stump.


One day Hawk abandoned the menial work–others did it so much more efficiently than him anyway–and walked away from camp.


He followed a canyon rim. Far below a tiny stream meandered through, but anyone who fell would be splattered on the rocks.


For a moment he considered falling. What was his life if he could not hunt?


But what a cowardly end? Surely the spirits would be disappointed.


Hawk sighed and looked over his shoulder. Fields of tall yellow grass stretched before him. Then he noticed dark shapes in the distance.




A small herd, more than enough to provide meat for his people through the winter.


A hunting party was out, but they had gone the other direction.


They might miss these buffalo altogether.


Hawk looked from them to the cliff and back. An idea formed. He waited until the buffalo came as close to the canyon as they would, then tested the wind.




He set a fire in the tall grasses behind the buffalo. The flames soon grew and smoke filled the air. This terrified the buffalo, and they stampeded.


Hooves struck the earth so hard it was like being in an earthquake.


Hawk had set the fire in just the right spot, and many of the huge creatures ran blindly at the canyon cliff. Their instincts told them to run from fire, and they went right over the edge.


After the fire had died down, Hawk returned to the tribe for help skinning and preparing all the meat on the canyon floor. Now his people would have enough food for the winter.


The tribesmen and women looked at him with awe. They had never looked at him like that before, even when he had been a good hunter with two strong arms.


“How did bring down so many when you’re a cripple?” one blunt boy asked.


“I learned that you don’t have to be stronger and faster than the buffalo, just smarter than it.”










Emergence Of Brooklyn Bridge


In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island.


However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea.


It just could not be done.

It was not practical.

It had never been done before.


Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge.


He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done.


He just had to share the dream with someone else.


After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.


Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome.


With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.


The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling.


Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.


“We told them so.”


“Crazy men and their crazy dreams.”


“It’s foolish to chase wild visions.”


Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built.


In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.


He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task.


As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.


It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up.


Suddenly an idea hit him.


All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it.


By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.


He touched his wife’s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again.


Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do.


It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.


For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife’s arm, until the bridge was finally completed.


Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man’s indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances.


It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world.


It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.


Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.


Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face.


The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.


Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.





Father’s Eyes !!!



A teenager lived alone with his father, and the two of them had a very special relationship.


The father believed in encouragement.


Even though the son was always on the bench, his father was always in the stands cheering.


He never missed a game.


This young man was the smallest of the class when he entered high school.


His father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to.


But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there.


He was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he’d get to play when he became a senior.


All through high school he never missed a practice or a game, but remained a bench warmer all four years.


His faithful father was always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.


When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a “walk-on.”


Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did.


The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice, and at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.


The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father.


His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games.


This persistent young athlete never missed practice during his four years at college, but he never got to play in the game.


It was the end of his senior football season, and as he trotted onto the practice field shortly before the big play off game, the coach met him with a telegram.


The young man read the telegram and he became deathly silent.


Swallowing hard, he mumbled to the coach,


“My father died this morning. Is it all right if I miss practice today?”


The coach put his arm gently around his shoulder and said,


“Take the rest of the week off, son. And don’t even plan to come back to the game on Saturday.”


Saturday arrived, and the game was not going well.


In the third quarter, when the team was ten points behind, a silent young man quietly slipped into the empty locker room and put on his football gear.


As he ran onto the sidelines, the coach and his players were astounded to see their faithful team-mate back so soon.


“Coach, please let me play. I’ve just got to play today,” said the young man.


The coach pretended not to hear him.


There was no way he wanted his worst player in this close playoff game.


But the young man persisted, and finally feeling sorry for the kid, the coach gave in.


“All right,” he said.


“You can go in.”


Before long, the coach, the players and everyone in the stands could not believe their eyes.


This little unknown, who had never played before, was doing everything right.


The opposing team could not stop him.


He ran, he passed, blocked and tackled like a star.


His team began to triumph.


The score was soon tied.


In the closing seconds of the game, this kid intercepted a pass and ran all the way for the winning touchdown.


The fans broke loose.


His team-mates hoisted him onto their shoulders.


Such cheering you’ve never heard!


Finally, after the stands had emptied and the team had showered and left the locker room, the coach noticed that the young man was sitting quietly in the corner all alone.


The coach came to him and said, “Kid, I can’t believe it. You were fantastic!”


Tell me what got into you? How did you do it?


He looked at the coach, with tears in his eyes, and said,


“Well, you knew my dad died, but did you know that my dad was blind?”


The young man swallowed hard and forced a smile,


“Dad came to all my games, but today was the first time he could see me play, and I wanted to show him I could do it!”





Devoted Mother!!!



A mother duck and her little ducklings were on their way to the lake one day. The ducklings were very happy following their mother and quack-quacking along the way.


All of a sudden the mother duck saw a fox in the distance. She was frightened and shouted, “Children, hurry to the lake. There’s a fox!”


The ducklings hurried towards the lake. The mother duck wondered what to do. She began to walk back and forth dragging one wing on the ground.


When the fox saw her he became happy. He said to himself, “It seems that she’s hurt and can’t fly! I can easily catch and eat her!” Then he ran towards her.


The mother duck ran, leading the fox away from the lake. The fox followed her. Now he wouldn’t be able to harm her ducklings.


The mother duck looked towards her ducklings and saw that they had reached the lake. She was relieved, so she stopped and took a deep breath.


The fox thought she was tired and he came closer, but the mother duck quickly spread her wings and rose up in the air. She landed in the middle of the lake and her ducklings swam to her.


The fox stared in disbelief at the mother duck and her ducklings. He could not reach them because they were in the middle of the lake.


Some birds drag one of their wings on the ground when an enemy is going to attack.


In this way they fool their enemies into thinking they are hurt.


When the enemy follows them this gives their children time to escape.


Always Mother’s Love is the Best Love in the World!!!