The Story Of Holi Festival!!!


The Story of Holi Festival!!!

 

There was a mighty demon king named Hirnakashyipu who had won all the three worlds of heaven, earth and hell and had thus, become very proud.

 

He assumed that he could defeat even Lord Vishnu with his valor.

 

He went to the extent that he had enforced a law that everybody would worship him instead of gods and deities.

 

However, his little son Prahlad refused to accept his commands and continued to worship Lord Vishnu with complete devotion.

 

Infuriated by this defiance of his son, he ordered his soldiers to throw him down a hill.

 

Praying fervently and having full faith in Lord Vishnu, Prahlad did not retract from his word.

 

True to his faith, Lord Vishnu rescued him at the last moment.

 

Flustered by this news, Hirnakashyipu invoked the help of his sister Holika, who had a boon that she could walk through the fire unharmed to do away with his son.

 

The wicked aunt agreed to the evil desires of his brother and entered the fire with her nephew Prahlad.

 

However, the brother and sister had forgotten that Holika could only enter the fire alone or she would perish.

 

Thus, blessed by Lord Vishnu, the child Prahlad remained unharmed but Holika got burnt and died instantly.

 

Holi is thus celebrated to commemorate the death of the evil aunt, after whom the festival is named, and the new life granted to Prahlad for his devotion and faith.

 

To this day, cow dung is hurled into the fire and obscenities are shouted at the Holi fire at some places to insult Holika.

 

Cheers,

 

SRK

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Big Hands !!!


Big Hands!!!

Once a boy went to shop with his mother.

 The shop keeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle with sweets and said, “Dear Child. You can take the sweets… but the child didn’t take.

The shop keeper was surprised.. Such a small child he is and why is he not taking the sweets from the bottle.

Again he said take the sweets…. now mother also heard that and said.. Beta take the sweets..

 Yet he didn’t take…

 The shopkeeper seeing the child not taking the sweets… he himself took the sweets and gave to the child……

The child was happy to get two hands full of sweets ….

 When returned to home Mother asked child…

 Why didn’t you take the sweets… when shop keeper told you to take…

 Can you guess the response:-

 Child replies… Mom! My hands are very small and if I take the sweets I can only take few. But now you see when uncle gave with his big hands….

 How many more sweets I got!

 Moral:

 When we take we may get little but when God gives… He gives us more beyond our expectations…. more than what we can hold………………….

We should ask to God rather individuals as he is the one who has given to every one with his power.

Cheers,

SRK

 

PAID IN FULL !!!


A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on.

After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:

For cutting the grass: $5.00

For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00

For going to the store for you: $.50

Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25

Taking out the garbage: $1.00

For getting a good report card: $5.00

For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00

Total owed: $14.75

Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind.

She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he had written on, and this is what she wrote:

For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge.

For all the nights that I’ve sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge.

For all the trying times, and all the tears that you’ve caused through the years: No Charge.

For all the nights filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge.

For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge.

When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.

When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said, “Mom, I sure do love you.”

And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote:

“PAID IN FULL.”

Cheers,

SRK

Apple Tree !!!


 

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday.

He climbed to the treetop, ate the apples, and took a nap under the shadow.

He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him.

Time went by, the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day.

One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.

“Come and play with me”, the tree asked the boy.

“I am no longer a kid, I do not play around trees any more” the boy replied.

“I want toys. I need money to buy them.”

“Sorry, but I do not have money, but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money.”

The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily.

The boy never came back after he picked the apples.

The tree was sad.

One day, the boy who now turned into a man returned and the tree was excited.

“Come and play with me” the tree said.

“I do not have time to play. I have to work for my family.

We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?”

“Sorry, but I do not have any house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house.”

So the man cut all the branches of the tree and left happily.

The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then.

The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the man returned and the tree was delighted.

“Come and play with me!” the tree said.

“I am getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?” said the man.

“Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy.”

So the man cut the tree trunk to make a boat.

He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the man returned after many years.

“Sorry, my boy. But I do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you”, the tree said.

“No problem, I do not have any teeth to bite” the man replied.

“No more trunk for you to climb on.”

“I am too old for that now” the man said.

“I really cannot give you anything, the only thing left is my dying roots,” the tree said with tears.

“I do not need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years,” the man replied.

“Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, come sit down with me and rest.”

The man sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.

This is a story of everyone.

“The tree is like our parents.

When we were young, we loved to play with our Mum and Dad.

When we grow up, we leave them; only come to them when we need something or when we are in trouble.

No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could just to make you happy.

You may think the boy is cruel to the tree, but that is how all of us treat our parents.

We take them for granted; we don’t appreciate all they do for us, until it’s too late.”

Urs,

SRK