Happy New Year 2010
Nothing is new, Nothing is old.
Everything goes on changing and yet somehow remains the same,
Somehow remains the same and yet goes on changing.
Thats the Beauty, the Mystery, the Secret.
So always remember that
Newness is the Nature of Life
Life Never repeats, It simply becomes
New Everyday, Every Moment.
Cheers,
Happy Diwali 2009
Doubt is like darkness, trust is like light.
There is no way to destroy light by throwing darkness on it.
Darkness has never been able to destroy the small flame of a very small candle,
The whole darkness of the existence is impotent before a small candle.
so come together and enjoy the festival of light…
Wish you all a very happy Diwali!
A ventriloquist was driving through the Midwest when his car broke down. He walked a ways and found a farmer who would let him use his phone. Well, the farmer seemed to be a real stereotypical rural type, so the ventriloquist thought it would be possible to have some fun with him. The farmer began to lead him back to the house.
Along the way, they passed a horse. The ventriloquist said to the farmer, ”Is this your horse?” The farmer replied, ”Yep.” The ventriloquist asked, ”Can he talk?” The farmer said, ”Nope.” The ventriloquist then said to the horse, ”So, how do you like it here?” He then threw his voice, and said in a horse-like voice, ”Oh, it’s pretty good. Every morning the farmer feeds me oats.” Upon hearing this the farmer was startled and quickened his pace.
Soon they came to a cow. The ventriloquist asked, ”Is this your cow,” and the farmer replied, ”Yep.” He then asked, ”Does it talk,” and the farmer replied, ”I… I don’t think so.” The ventriloquist asked the cow, ”How do you like it here,” and threw his voice again. In a cow-like voice, he said, ”Oh, I like it just fine. Every morning the farmer comes and milks me.” Upon hearing this, the farmer squirmed. He looked down at the ground and continued walking.
Soon they came to some sheep. The ventriloquist asked, ”Are these your sheep,” and the farmer replied, ”Yep.” He then asked, ”Do they talk,” and the farmer exclaimed, ”Yes, but they lie!”
I wish all the Indians a Very Happy Independence Day.
Happy Independence Day 2009
They started a march, for truth, for peace, for freedom, for right,
to bring us freedom, not just from the british
but freedom of the thoughts.
True independence and freedom
can only exist in doing what’s right.
Jai Hind!
I have heard about an old Zen monk. He was on his deathbed. The last day had come, and he
declared that that evening he would be no more. So followers, disciples, friends star ted coming. He had many lovers. They all star ted coming. From far and wide people gathered.
One of his old disciples, when he heard that the master was going to die, ran to the market.
Somebody asked: The master is dying in his hut, why are you going to the market? The old disciple said: I know that my master loves a par ticular type of cake, so I am going to purchase the cake.
It was difficult to find the cake, because now it had gone out of fashion, but by the evening somehow he managed. He came running with the cake.
And ever ybody was worried – it was as if the master was waiting for someone. He would open his eyes and look, and close his eyes again. And when this disciple came, he said: Okay, so you have come.. Where is the cake? The disciple produced the cake – and he was ver y happy that the master asked about the cake.
Dying, the master took the cake in his hand, but his hand was not trembling. He was ver y old, but his hand was not trembling. So somebody asked: You are so old and just on the verge of dying. The last breath is soon to leave you, but your hand is not trembling.
The master said: I never tremble, because there is no fear. My body has become old, but I am still young, and I will remain young even when the body is gone.
Then he took a bite, star ted munching the cake. And then somebody asked: What is your last
message, Master? You will be leaving us soon. What do you want us to remember?
The master smiled and said: Ah, this cake is delicious.
This is a man who lives in the here and now: This cake is delicious. Even death is irrelevant. The next moment is meaningless. THIS moment this cake is delicious. If you can be in this moment, this present moment, this presentness, the plenitude, then only can you love.
(This is reportedly based on an actual experiment conducted in the U.K.)
Put eight monkeys in a room. In the middle of the room is a ladder, leading to a bunch of bananas hanging from a hook on the ceiling.
Each time a monkey tries to climb the ladder, all the monkeys are sprayed with ice water, which makes them miserable. Soon enough, whenever a monkey attempts to climb the ladder, all of the other monkeys, not wanting to be sprayed, set upon him and beat him up. Soon, none of the eight monkeys ever attempts to climb the ladder.
One of the original monkeys is then removed, and a new monkey is put in the room. Seeing the bananas and the ladder, he wonders why none of the other monkeys are doing the obvious. But undaunted, he immediately begins to climb the ladder.
All the other monkeys fall upon him and beat him silly. He has no idea why.
However, he no longer attempts to climb the ladder.
A second original monkey is removed and replaced. The newcomer again attempts to climb the ladder, but all the other monkeys hammer the crap out of him.
This includes the previous new monkey, who, grateful that he’s not on the receiving end this time, participates in the beating because all the other monkeys are doing it. However, he has no idea why he’s attacking the new monkey.
One by one, all the original monkeys are replaced. Eight new monkeys are now in the room. None of them have ever been sprayed by ice water. None of them attempt to climb the ladder. All of them will enthusiastically beat up any new monkey who tries, without having any idea why.
And that is how most companies’ policies get established.
Tom, Dick and Harry were in the pub enjoying a few quiet drinks one night, when they decided to get in on the weekly raffle.
They bought five $1 tickets each, seeing it was for charity.
The following week, when the raffle was drawn, they each won a prize.
Tom won the first prize - a whole year’s supply of gourmet spaghetti sauce.
Dick was the winner of the second prize - six month’s supply of gourmet coffee.
And Harry won the sixth prize - a toilet brush.
When they met in the pub a week later, Harry asked the others how they were enjoying their prizes.
“Great,” said Tom. “I love spaghetti.”
“And I’m loving the coffee,” said Dick. “So how’s the toilet brush, Harry?”
“Not so good,” Harry said, “I reckon I’ll go back to paper…”
There was a rich merchant who had four wives. He loved the fourth wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.
He also loved the third wife very much. He was very proud of her and always wanted to show her off to his friends. However, the merchant was always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.
He too, loved his second wife. She was a very considerate person, always patient and in fact was the merchant’s confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his second wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.
Another Valentine Day has come and hearts are blooming of young men and women.
Lets hope the best for the ones in love,
If it’s genuine its planned in heaven above.
Now for your beloved here are some greetings
more after the break
10th Grade:-
As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called ‘best friend’.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn’t notice me like that,
and I knew it.
After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.She said ‘thanks’
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want her to know
that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.
11th grade:-
The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
mumbling on and on about how
her love had broke her heart.
She asked me to come over
because she didn’t want to be alone, So I did.
As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her
soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips,
she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said ‘thanks’
and gave me a kiss on the cheek..
I want to tell her, I want her to know that
I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy,
and I don’t know why.
