Reality Vs Truth


True Life!!!


I woke up early in the morning and was little bit anxious about life and was day dreaming for some time and after that I have connected to Internet to chat with some of my friends online.

Normally I will speak with my friends in US and Canada during night time but today I felt like speaking with them in the morning as it’s the weekend and all of them will find some time during weekend only.

I have gone through my orkut page and didn’t find anything interesting and after that I have checked Face book which becomes very famous now a days and you can find some interesting things like what the morning, afternoon and evening recipes in their home are and their plans for this weekend as well.

I have checked my linked in page for any of the updates regarding Documentum (The technology which I am working with and the technology which I like very much).

I found this post in one of my friends Google Buzz.

It’s a story of a Brahmin gal who loved a non-Brahmin and due to father’s compulsion married a Brahmin guy and leading a perfect life with little happiness!!

(Some tamil words included)…

 

Dearest Appa,

27th Jan’1965

 

Hope this letter finds you, Amma, Raji and Seenu in good health. The weather here in New York City is icy cold. But Avar sollraar- I have missed this winter’s biting cold. I still wish I had seen the snow… But then, I still wish I had not left Trichy at all. I do miss Trichy, Appa. You, Amma, Raji, Seenu, pakkatthaathu Rama, Vikatan,Ucchi Pillaiyaar Koil, filter coffee, Holy Cross College, the Maths Department and of course Sakthi. I know you wish I hadn’t brought his name in this letter.But not to worry Appa, I understand that you got me married to Visu because you thought it was best for your daughter.

I still remember Amma wiping her silent tears with her madisaar thalappu and you shouting at me the day I told you about Sakthi.Later, when the initial shock wore off you patiently listed umpteen reasons why I should not marry Sakthi. I agree Appa, that 20 is too young to decide, that Raji and Seenu would have been affected greatly by my ‘mistake’, the Agrahaaram would have scoffed at you… a meat eater was not a good match for someone who had never even tasted onion and garlic. The reasons were innumerous. I knew you’d still have objected and offered other reasons even if he had become a Dhigambara monk.

Visu on the other hand, wore a poonal, he is the son of Neelakanta Sastri, an Engineer and he researched about computers which is what made you jump for this alliance. Am not complaining Appa, Visu is a nice man. Tell Amma that I could not try her kozhakkattai recipe this Pongal because coconuts were too expensive and Avar nenacchar that it was ridiculous.

Anyway, we went out on Sankaranthi day and dined out. He thought it would be a good idea to invite the Chatterjees also. But I didn’t speak Bengali and Mrs.Chatterjee spoke English in an accent that comes with living years in America. Hence I made myself busy with the menu card. They ordered various species of fish,shrimp and a lot more of items I had never seen in my life. I ordered orange juice and a sandwich. The other diners thought it was queer coming to a seafood restaurant and settling for a sandwich. That day, I learnt that Avar prefer pannradhu beef, pork, bacon and seafood.

Do you know, Appa… Sakthi gave up meat because of me? I didn’t ask, he just did. But then, Sakthi is not Neelakanta Sastri’s son and that made it impossible for Subramania Iyer’s daughter Kalyani to marry him.I will keep you posted on what happens here. I don’t think I can make it to Seenu’s Upanayanam. Tell Amma not to get me a pattu podavai for the poonal, I don’t use them here. I wore it once and felt like a clown here.

 

Your loving daughter,

Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,
20th Oct’1968

 

We are fine here. Gautam is speaking his first words and I swear they sounded like ‘Dosai’. But Visu claims it’s just gibberish. From your previous letter, I gather that pakkathatthu Rama is married and settled in Jamshedpur. Nice to know that. Please find out her address from Saarada maami and write it to me. I want to keep in touch with her. I hope Raji is happy with her husband in Madras. I spoke to her last month, great to know that she has a phone. Do tell Seenu to study well and prepare for his school final exams.

Raji also told me that Sakthi is married now. I wish him good luck, but I could not convey the message to him. Raji refused to be the messenger and I know you have severed ties with Sakthi’s father, your long term friend Sankaravel, thanks to me. I hear his wife is his cousin… He must have succumbed to his mother’s wishes.

How did Avani Avittam go? Visu’s mother gave me a bunch of new poonals for Avani Avittam but Visu was in Boston that day. He wouldn’t have used it anyway, I haven’t seen him wear one in the last three years. Gautam is now playing with the spool of thread- mere thread it is, what else can I call it? Gautam will not even know what it signifies, I guess.

Visu is making sure Gautam grows up listening to English only. He says it will make his life easier. But I do read out passages from Ponniyin Selvan and Bharathiyaar’s poetry when I am alone with him. It’s more of reading to myself, I guess. I actually got that poetry book as a present from Sakthi, it still has his scrawling signature in the first page.

By the way, Visu saw that book and asked me about Sakthi, I told him. Hold your breath Appa, he didn’t throw me out of the house. He is a good man, no question. He said it is okay and that he doesn’t mind. And then he told me of his American girlfriend whom he was once in love with, when he first reached America- Amy, a fellow Researcher who was in a brief relationship with Visu when she was in New York. They lived together for 3 months and decided against marriage, somehow. Amy once dropped home when she was in New York. Nice lady, she was.

Ask Amma to send me Sambar Podi for this whole year. My friend Sudha is coming to Madras next week. Ask Seenu to catch the Rockfort Express and give it to her. I will collect it from her here.

 

Your loving daughter,

Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,
3rd June’1974

 

We have arrived here safely. After two months in India, I find it hard to adjust back to normal life here. Gautam and Ranjana demand vadai,paayasam and vaazhai ilai here. Visu’s relieved to be back in America. I left a set of my books there. If it’s not in Trichy it must be in Visu’s parents’ place. If you find them, safeguard them until my next trip. They mean a lot to me since they were gifts from Sakthi. By the way, Appa, I found out Sakthi’s present address in Madras from Rama and Saarada maami. I wrote to him. I am extremely proud to know that Dr.Sakthivel is a cardiologist much in demand there in Madras. He was thrilled to hear from me after so long. You know what he has named his daughters? Kalyani and Raagamaalika. He called me. You know what, he’s still a practising vegetarian, Appa. He didn’t revert back just because he lost me… He asked me if I still sang and whether Gautam and Ranjana could sing. I could see a proud father in him, when he claimed his daughters could sing upto Rara Venu Gopala. That’s when I remembered that I was once a good singer. I wonder why I stopped singing, wonder why I never exposed the kids to Music and Dance. But then, I realize that I had buried all that deep inside me when I left Trichy; after bidding farewell to my best Rasika, actually. Sakthi. After the call, I tried singing ’Kurai Onrum Illai’. I could not rquite reach Charanam, because of the lack of practice and more importantly because of the tears that filmed my eyes and the constriction in my throat. I sang to Visu and the kids one of these days. Though Gautam was impressed, father and daughter could not just wait for me to finish! By the way, next time some friend comes to India, send me a Sruthi Box. I would like to start singing again.

 

Your loving daughter,

Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,

14th Aug 1978

 

Just back after our tour to California. Find our photos, picture postcards attached herewith. After you are done with showing all family members,relatives, friends and neighbours, pass them to Visu’s parents. It was a welcome break for the four of us. But I missed my paattu class students all along and was happy to resume the classes again last evening. Did I mention in my previous letter, before we left on the tour – I finally got my driving license here. I sent a few photos to Sakthi too. He has sent me quite a few records and cassettes. I loved it! I’m reminded of AIR, almost! I’m circulating them among my friends too. And of course, playing them for my students too. They are picking up beautifully. Funny news is, I, a Tamilian, is teaching Telugu and Sanskrit kritis to a cross section of Tamil, Malayalam, Kannada,Telugu, Marathi, Bengali students in an English speaking nation. The music sessions have resulted in a reborn Kalyani, Appa. Thanks to Sakthi, really. I would have never taken it up had it not been for his reminder. I am now thinking of what life would have been like if I had indeed married him. I would have of course lost you and Amma. But right now, with this life in America, Visu and these monthly letters to you, Rama, Raji and Seenu what have i gained? I don’t find an answer, Appa. Neither do I think I ever will. Again, as I have always reiterated, Visu is a good man, no complaints there. He is every bit the son in law you wanted. Researcher, American Post-Graduate Degree holder, a dutiful husband and father,earning a comfortable income. I know it is too much to ask for anything else. That is a fantasy I left midway in my life… Once upon a time in Trichy with someone else.

 

Your loving daughter,

Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,
14th Apr’1984

 

Met Dr.Sakthivel after 19 years… He had come to New York for business purposes and paid me a visit. Visu and the kids welcomed him home with great pleasure. And they liked him too. Infact, they did most of the talking initially. And of course, he got me a whole load of books, cassettes, Mysore Paak and lots more.

 

Your loving daughter,
Kalyani.

 

Dearest Appa,
20th Jan’ 1990

 

I just went through all these letters lying in my closet draw for years together. These are letters I started writing to you and then decided not to post. For obvious reasons. I could not mention Sakthi to you even though I was itching to. Not because I was afraid to invite your wrath. I just did not have the heart to hurt you, I know these letters would have hurt you. Because deep inside, I know you were disturbed- you knew Sakthi was a good man, you knew he was a man of substance, yet you didn’t want to go further. Society, I know. ..Family… I know… And all these letters would have only wounded you more. Today, 2 years after your death, and 6 months after Dr.Sakthivel’s untimely death in a road accident, I somehow felt like re-reading all these letters. To me, all these unstamped, unposted letters mean a life that could have been.

 

Kalyani Viswanathan

 

I felt very sorry for her after reading through this post  and whether its real history or story, we have to understand that life is a one time opportunity blessed by god and we have to respect others feelings whether the person might be of any relationship to us.

 

Evergreen Wishes,

S.R.Karthik

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God Does Exist !!!


WHY GOD ALLOWS PAIN……????

 

 This is one of the best explanations of why GOD allows pain and suffering……….

 

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.

 

As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.

 

They talked about so many things and various subjects.

 

When they eventually touched on the subject of GOD, the barber said: “I don’t believe that GOD exists.”

 

“Why do you say that?” asked the customer.

 

“Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that GOD doesn’t exist.

 

Tell me, if GOD exists, would there be so many sick people?

 

Would there be abandoned children?

 

If GOD existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.

 

I can’t imagine a loving GOD who would allow all of these things.”

 

The customer thought for a moment, but didn’t respond because he didn’t want to start an argument.

 

The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

 

Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.

 

He looked dirty and unkempt.

 

The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:  “You know what? Barbers do not exist.”

 

“How can you say that?” asked the surprised barber.

 

“I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!”

 

“No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.”

 

“Ah, but barbers DO exist! That’s what happens when people do not come to me.”

 

“Exactly!” affirmed the customer. “That’s the point! GOD, too, DOES exist!

 

That’s what happens when people do not go to HIM and don’t look to HIM for help.

 

That’s why there’s so much pain and suffering in the world.”

 

BE BLESSED & BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !!!!

 

If we cannot love the person whom we see, How come we love GOD whom we cannot see…..Mother Teresa

 

Urs,

 

S.R.Karthik

Free Bird!!!


Free Bird!!!

 

Today we will see about one of the best comic incident which took place in the Vijayanagara empire.. Enjoy…

 

One day, the king was taking a walk in the garden with Tenali Ramanna.

 

They talked with each other in a friendly manner and together admired the fleecy white clouds, the luxurious gardens, the colorful fruit laden trees and the flower scents that wafted through the air.

 

The day was indeed very pleasant and the king couldn’t have been in a better mood.


As they walked back to the palace, they heard a screeching noise.

 

The king smiled as he recognized the screech. It came from his beloved and most cherished pet- the royal parrot.

 

Ramanna also followed the king as he entered the palace. The parrot had a room of it’s own.

 

Inside the room a beautiful golden cage stood embedded with all the precious stones.

 

The parrot, a very bright colored creature was sitting perched on a tiny swing made of gold. It wore a diamond necklace around its neck. It was beautiful bird and when it saw the king it began to talk like a good old friend.

 

Ramanna noticed that the cage was carpeted with a lush Kashmir spread and the silver bowl that contained water for the parrot gleamed in the sun.

 

An assorted selection of nuts and berries from all the corners of the land lay on a golden plate which bore the bird’s name intricately carved in silver on the side.

 
The king spent a few minutes talking to his dream pet and Tenali stood silently beside them not uttering a word.

 

The king seeing that Tenali remained silent asked him “What are you thinking Tenali?” “I am thinking about this parrot my Lord” he replied.

 

“So what about him? Isn’t he a beauty?” asked the King.

 

“Yes, I guess he is Lord” replied Ramanna.

 

“Of course he is!” There is no doubt about that’s what are you wondering at?” demanded the King.

 

 “I am wondering my Lord, if….” “Well what are you speculating Tenali? Out with it soon.

 

I am fed up with your long pauses and sighs,” said the King, a little impatient that the usual quick was dragging.

 

“Well, I was wondering whether the bird was happy, my Lord,” replied Ramanna.

 
“Happy? You must be out of your mind Tenali!” thundered the King.

 

“Look at this parrot. Is he not happy? See the finery with which he is surrounded. No other bird has the opportunity to perch on my fingers. No other bird in the entire universe has a cage like this. How dare you say that he is not happy?”

 

“Forgive me my Lord for contradicting you,” replied Tenali humbly, “but still I think that he is not happy deep within”

 
“Why on earth do you think so? Has he expressed anything to you?” asked the King a little concerned.

 

“No, the parrot doesn’t talk to me as he does to you my Lord. But I know that he is not happy. I do agree that your parrot has indeed everything a man could wish for. But he is a bird my Lord.

 

And birds need to be up in the sky and not in a cage. Look at all those birds outside my Lord. I find your parrot looking at them quite often.”

 
The King looked at the birds outside and said “He may not have the freedom to fly around like them. But he doesn’t have to go searching for his food and shelter like the rest either. He is not unhappy for sure!”

 
“I may sound impudent my Lord, but I totally disagree with you on this. Birds should be free to fly and soar up in the sky.

 

Golden cages can’t replace the freedom they long for. It’s very lonely for your parrot hereafter you have gone. Just imagine yourself my Lord in this place all shut up till someone comes to see you?

 

 Can you really be happy even if you had the best bed to lie on and the best food to eat?”

 

The King became angry and shouted “How dare you argue with me Tenali? I know for sure that my parrot is happy. I will not agree with you.”

  

Unmoved by the angry king, Tenali simply replied, “I’ll surely not agree this time with you either my Lord. Your parrot is downright miserable.”

 

The King couldn’t bare it anymore. He became furious and screamed “Get out of my sight Tenali. I don’t want to see your face ever again.”

 
The King walked out of the room and shut it with a bang. He didn’t go to the court.

 

He missed his lunch, tea and dinner and none including the queen dared to go near him, afraid of his anger.

 

The next morning the king woke up tired and hungry. His anger had cooled down to a great extent and he wanted to eat well to makeup for the previous day.

 

He summoned his courtiers for food. After a while he heard a knock at the door.

 

The door opened and in front of him stood a strange creature holding his food tray.

 

The creature wore human clothes but his head was nothing but a blackened pot with 2 holes for the eyes.

 

The king screamed in fright and yelled for his guards. All of them came and stood around the strange black creature not having courage to catch him.

 

The king asked him,” Who are you? What brings you here to my place?”

 

From inside the depths of the pot came a meek voice, “My Lord, your loyal servant Tenali Ramanna”


“Tenali Ramanna! How dare you come to me? I told you never to show your face again, isn’t it?” thundered the king.

 

“I have kept your orders my Lord. That’s why I am wearing a pot on my head- to cover my face,” replied the witty minister.

 
The king was so shocked to find Ramanna inside the pot that he stood speechless for a moment.

 

Then his anger melted away and he burst out laughing. He laughed so hard till tears came rolling down his cheeks.

 
The guards and courtiers, who were terrified to even go near the king the previous day because of his anger, heaved a huge sigh of relief and grinned at each other, well pleased at the change in the Kings mood.

 

When he calmed down, the king said “Ramanna! How clever you are! Remove the pot off your head. I need to talk to you.”

 
The king dismissed the guards and he pulled Ramanna to his room and said, “”Ramanna! Please forgive me. I have realized that I was wrong. I thought over whatever you said all through the night.

 

 Yes, birds do need their freedom indeed. The first thing we need to do this morning is to set him free. Please forgive me for being so angry with you. I shall never again do so.”

 
“I am so glad to hear your decision my Lord,” replied Ramanna removing the pot off his head.

 

“I hope and pray that your parrot is happy wherever he is. I am sure my Lord that even if you release him, he will come and visit you often in our gardens.

 

He will not forget your friendship though he is free.”

 
“I hope so Ramanna! But I will be happy even if he doesn’t return. After all he belongs to the sky and not to a golden cage. And Ramanna, here is a bag of gold and gift for opening my eyes.

 

Please do feel free to come to me whenever you wish. I am so proud to have you to advise me.”

 

Handing Ramanna the bag of gold, the King headed to the other end of his palace to release the parrot.

 

Laughter reflects a man’s nature. What does a man laugh at, whom does he makes fun of and why – these can show how mature his mind is.

 

Urs,

 

SRK

 

Fake Love !!!


A BAD BARGAIN!!!

 

Early on in their engagement, he sat near his fiancée saying, “Oh, how I love you…in fact I adore you, you are my life…”

He uttered words of love that she vainly enjoyed listening to. He told her that he could hardly wait for their wedding day, as life away from her was meaningless to him.

He wondered how he had managed to live before knowing her. He assured her that she was the source of happiness in his life.

He was sure to rent a great house that would match his feelings. They would spend their honeymoon abroad, in one of the western capitals.

He carried on talking, repeating words of love, while his girl was lost in her daydreams, which had at last come true.

Suddenly she was aware of her hair dropping across her forehead.

She raised her hand to put it in place and said flirtatiously, “You were in such a hurry that you did not even give me time to have my hair done.”

He said, “Your hair is lovely anyway, and you are quite beautiful.”

She smiled, proudly encouraging him to praise her still more. She said, “You did not even wait for me to get my new dress from the tailor.”

He said, “Have not I said that this does not matter. I never worry about such things as my real aim has been reached.”

She eagerly said, “Are you quite sure?” He said,

“Yes. I swear by my love, that I mean every word.”

She said, “I am very happy. I have always hoped to get a husband who does not care for material things…”

He said, “I am just like that, you can be sure.”

She went on, “You know that money is something that comes and goes. I don’t care much for it. In fact, I give all of my salary to my father who suffers financial difficulties.”

At first he did not answer, and then he said: “It is nice that you help your father. Financial problems cannot be tolerated. Then I suppose we can’t rent a big house!”

She said, “Whether big or small, it does not matter .It should at least be comfortable.”

He said, “Yes, there should be all the necessary amenities: a refrigerator, a cooler, a washing machine…”

She interrupted him saying, “Such items can be bought one by one. At first we can start a simple life. You know that at present my father cannot help us.”

He was silent again. He looked at his watch and then said, “Simplicity is nice. I think we should not go abroad! “

She answered, “Yes that is much better. You know I must pay back my debts!”

No longer could he conceal his disappointment, so he said sharply, “Then, your salary is already spent in advance!”

She said, “Nearly!”

He moved in discomfort saying, “I, myself am in debt, so, I’d better not marry at present.”

Standing up he said, “We may not meet again. I wish you good luck!”

He left quickly as if running away from a monster!

Only few minutes before he had spoken words of love and claimed that he could not live without her. The waiter came to her with the bill that the young man had not paid.

Amused she said to herself,

“I guessed right! I was right to lie about my wealth. How stupid he is! He never thought I was testing him. My bank balance is good and I am not in debt to anyone! Anyway, it was a good experience for me, even if it was a bad bargain.”

Urs,

SRK

Don’t be Selfish!!!


Don’t Burn Yourself in the Flames of Selfishness!!!

A couple, whom we shall call John and Mary, had a nice home and two lovely children, a boy and a girl. John had a good job and had just been asked to go on a business trip to another city and would be gone for several days.

It was decided that Mary needed an outing and would go along too. They hired a reliable woman to care for the children and made the trip, returning home a little earlier than they had planned. As they drove into their home town feeling glad to be back, they noticed smoke, and they went off their usual route to see what it was.

They found a home in flames. Mary said, “Oh well it isn’t our fire, let’s go home.” But John drove closer and exclaimed, “That home belongs to Fred Jones who works at the plant. He wouldn’t be off work yet, maybe there is something we could do.”

 ”It has nothing to do with us.” Said protested Mary. “You have your good clothes on lets not get any closer.” But John drove up and stopped and they were both horror stricken to see the whole house in flames. A woman on the lawn was in hysterics screaming, “

The children! Get the children!” John grabbed her by the shoulder saying, “Get a hold of yourself and tell us where the children are!”

“In the basement,” sobbed the woman, “down the hall and to the left.”

In spite of Mary’s protests John grabbed the water hose and soaked his clothes, put his wet handkerchief on his head and bolted for the basement which was full of smoke and scorching hot. He found the door and grabbed two children, holding one under each arm like the football player he was.

As he left he could hear some more whimpering. He delivered the two badly frightened and nearly suffocated children into waiting arms and filled his lungs with fresh air and started back asking how many more children were down there.

They told him two more and Mary grabbed his arm and screamed,

“John! Don’t go back! It’s suicide! That house will cave in any second!”

But he shook her off and went back by feeling his way down the smoke filled hallway and into the room.

It seemed an eternity before he found both children and started back. They were all three coughing and he stooped low to get what available air he could.

As he stumbled up the endless steps the thought went through his mind that there was something strangely familiar about the little bodies clinging to him, and at last when they came out into the sunlight and fresh air, he found that he had just rescued his own children.

The baby-sitter had left them at this home while she did some shopping.

Urs,

SRK

Magic Ball!!!


THE MAGIC CRYSTAL BALL

 

In the south of Spain, there was a small village whose people were very joyful and lucky.

 

The children played under the shade of trees in the gardens of their home. 

 

A shepherd boy whose name was Nasir, stayed near the village with his   father, mother and grandmother.

 

Early morning each day, he takes his herd of goats up the hills to find a suitable place for them to graze.

 

In the afternoon he would return with them to the village.

 

At night his grandmother would tell him a story. The story really interested Nasir.

 

As usual, on one of these days, as Nasir was watching his herd and playing his flute he suddenly saw a wonderful light behind the flower bush.

 

When he came towards the branches he saw a transparent and most beautiful crystal ball.

 

The crystal ball was glittering like a colorful rainbow.

 

Nasir carefully took it in his hand and turned it around.

 

With surprise suddenly he heard a weak voice coming from the crystal ball.

 

It said; “You can make a wish that your heart desires and I will fulfill it.”

 

Nasir could not believe that he had actually heard a voice.

 

But he became so engrossed in his thoughts for he had so many wishes but he must wish for something which was impossible like the wish to be able to fly.

 

He said to himself, if I wait till tomorrow I will remember many things.

 

He put the crystal ball in a bag and gathered the herd, happily returned back to the village.

 

He decided that he would not tell anyone about the crystal ball.

 

On the following day also, Nasir could not decide what to wish for, because he really had everything he needed.

 

The days passed as usual, and Nasir appeared to be very cheerful that the people around him were amazed to see his cheerful disposition.

 

One day a boy followed Nasir and his herd and hid behind a tree.

 

Nasir as usual sat in one corner, took out the crystal ball and for a few moments looked at it.

 

The boy waited for the moment when Nasir would go to sleep.

 

Then he took the crystal ball and ran away.

 

When he arrived in the village, he called all the people and showed them the crystal ball.

 

The citizens of that village took the crystal ball in their hand and turned it around with surprise.

 

Suddenly they heard a voice from inside the crystal ball, which says, “I can fulfill your wish.”

 

One person took the ball and screamed, “I want one bag full of gold.”

 

Another took the ball and said loudly, “I want two chests full of jewelry.”

 

Some of them wished that they would have their own palace with grand door made from pure gold instead of their old houses.

 

Some also wished for bags full of jewelry, but nobody asked for gardens in their palaces.

 

All their wishes were fulfilled but still the citizens of the village were not happy.

 

They were jealous because the person that had a palace had no gold and the person that had the gold had no palace.

 

For this reason, the citizens of the village were angry and were not speaking to each other.

 

There was not even one garden which existed in the village where the children could play.

 

The patience of the children was running out and they were uncomfortable.

 

Nasir and his family were happy and pleased.

 

Every morning and afternoon he would play the flute.

 

The children could not wait anymore and decided to return the crystal ball to Nasir.

 

The parents and neighbors went to him.

 

The children said to Nasir; “When we had a small village we all were happy and joyful.”

 

The parent also spoke. In one way or another nobody is happy.

 

The expensive palaces and jewelry only bring us pain.

 

When Nasir saw that the people were really regretful, he said I have not wished till now, if you really want everything to return to its own place, then I will wish for it.

 

Everyone happily agreed.

 

Nasir took the crystal ball in his hand turned around and wished that the village become the same as it was before.

 

Everyone quickly turned towards the village and saw it became the same old village with gardens full of trees and fruits.

 

Once again the people started to live happily and the children played under the shade of trees.

 

From the next day and everyday at sunset the sound of Nasir’s flute could be heard in the village.

 

This story teaches us that we should be happy with whatever we have and not to be greedy.

 

Cheers,

 

SRK

Drunken Driver!!!


Love & Affection

 

I was walking around in a Big Bazaar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

 

The Cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” 

 

Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ”Uncle, are you sure I don’t have enough money?”

 

I counted his cash and replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.”

 

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

 

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 

 

“It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” 

 

His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”

 

My heart nearly stopped.

 

The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.”

 

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.

 

He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.”

 

“I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.”

 

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

 

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy.

 

“Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?”

 

‘OK’ he said, I hope I do have enough.’

 

I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it.

 

There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

 

The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money! “

 

Then he looked at me and added, ‘I asked last night before  I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll,  so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!’

 

“I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.”

 

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

 

I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind..

 

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

 

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state.

 

The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

 

Was this the family of the little boy?

 

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away..

 

I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

 

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

 

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.

 

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine..

 

And in a fraction of a second, a drunken driver had taken all this away from him.

 

THE VALUE OF A MAN OR WOMAN RESIDES IN WHAT HE OR SHE GIVES, NOT IN WHAT HE OR SHE IS CAPABLE OF RECEIVING.

 

Urs,

 

SRK