:twisted: :lol:... I guess it's the same wherever U are... :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by rajraj
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:twisted: :lol:... I guess it's the same wherever U are... :wink:Quote:
Originally Posted by rajraj
Nice one Becks! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Beckham
I think its actually abt raising teenage kids in America...... :P :DQuote:
Originally Posted by dev
But yea its gettin to be the same pretty much everywhere else! :(
No Lambretta! It applies to all children from kindergarten to college age. :) It is difficult for people to understand unless they have lived in the US and raised kids! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Lambretta
nice one beckham !
rajraj i think that's wrong ...really US culture can't always be the scapegoat. It depends on your personality as well as your child...there's way too many factors to take into account for a child to go astray than just a "free" culture :x this is why elderly people/people back home are shocked when we kids are polite and just normal...stop feeding them this nonsense!....
If ur referring to Indians, might I amend this by saying "its difficult for ppl. to understand unless they hav lived in today's Delhi, Bbay or B'lore & raised kids!" :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by rajraj
It is a myth that when a son gets married and a new daughter in law arrives in the family, everything changes. Some daughters in law are well trained and well mannered. They don't come to change the family but they are here to............
The new wife was being welcomed at the husband's home in a traditional manner.
As expected she gave a speech:
My dear family, I thank you for welcoming me into my new home and family", she said "Firstly, my being here does not mean that I would want to change your way of life or your routine. No, I will never do that, never in a million years".
"What do you mean my child?" Asked the father in law.
"What I mean dad is (looking at her father in law):
Those who used to wash dishes must carry on washing them.
Those who used to do the laundry must carry on doing it.
Those who cooked shouldn't stop at my account, and
Those who used to clean should continue cleaning".
"Then what are you here for?" Asked the mother in law.
"As for me, my job is to only entertain your son!"
a.r! :wink: :clap: :thumbsup:
dev,pp: Here is the rest of the story. The dad found an apartment for his son and told his daughter in law that she needed more privacy than what she could get in his house to entertain his son! :) :lol:
:rotfl: There is a sure chance of a house husband emerging!
;) :)
Hmm......story sounds very much like a recent Telugu movie I've seen.....:lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by rajraj
I OWE MY MOTHER
1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."
2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that stain will come out of the carpet."
3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL..
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"
4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
"Because I said so, that's why."
5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."
6. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."
7. My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about."
8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."
9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck?"
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"
13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."
14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"
15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way."
19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"
20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."
22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"
24. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.”
:rotfl: @ PP...
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Originally Posted by dev
:)
:lol:
:P :P :PQuote:
Originally Posted by a.ratchasi
Moral: IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW SILLY YOUR THESIS TOPIC IS; WHAT
MATTERS
IS WHO YOU HAVE FOR A SUPERVISOR.
In the context of the working world:-
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW BAD YOUR PERFORMANCE IS;
WHAT MATTERS IS WHETHER YOUR BOSS LIKES YOU.[/quote] :P :P :P[/quote]
Well Depends on how good/bad ur boss is..............Poison is said to kill poison............
:wink:
“When the boss is a way, work becomes a holiday.” :lol:
Things I have learned in my life.
As I Walk Through Life
I've learned -
that you cannot make someone love you.
All you can do is be someone who can be loved.
The rest is up to them
I've learned
that no matter how much I care,
some people just don't care back.
I've learned
that it takes years to build up trust
and only seconds to destroy it.
I've learned
that it's not what you have in your life
but who you have in your life that counts.
I've learned
that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you'd better know something.
I've learned
that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do.
but to the best you can do.
I've learned
that it's not what happens to people
that's important. It's what they do about it.
I've learned
that you can do something in an instant
that will give you heart ache for life.
I've learned
that no matter how thin you slice it,
there are always two sides.
I've Learned
that it's taking me a long time to
become the person I want to be.
I've learned
that it's a lot easier to react than
it is to think.
I've learned
that you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them.
I've learned
that you can keep going long after you think you can't.
I've learned
that we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.
I've learned
that either you control your attitude
or it controls you.
I've learned
that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first,
the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I've learned
that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it
needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I've learned
that learning to forgive takes practice.
I've learned
that there are people who love you dearly,
but just don't know how to show it.
I've learned
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I've learned
that my best friend and I can do anything
or nothing and have the best time.
I've learned
that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.
I've learned
that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry
but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned
that true friendship continues grow
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.
I've learned
that just because someone doesn't love you
the way you want them to doesn't mean
they don't love you with all they have.
I've learned
that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
I've learned
that you should never tell a child that their dreams are unlikely or outlandish.
Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would if they believed it.
I've learned
that your family won't always be there for you.
It may seem funny, but people you aren't related to
can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again.
Families aren't biological.
I've learned
that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I've learned
that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.
I've learned
that no matter how bad your heart is broken,
the world doesn't stop for your grief.
I've learned
that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.
I've learned
that sometimes when my friends fight,
I'm forced to choose sides even when I don't want to.
I've learned
that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other
And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.
I've learned
that sometimes you have to put
the individual ahead of their actions.
I've learned
that we don't have to change friends
if we understand that friends change.
I've learned
that you shouldn't be so eager to find
out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I've learned
that two people can look at the exact same thing
and see something totally different.
I've learned
that no matter how you try to protect your children,
they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process.
I've learned
that there are many ways of falling and staying in love.
I've learned
that no matter the consequences,
those who are honest with themselves get farther in life.
I've learned
that no matter how many friends you have,
if you are their pillar you will feel lonely and lost
at the times you need them most.
I've learned
that your life can be changed in a matter of hours
by people who don't even know you.
I've learned
that even when you think you have no more to give,
when a friend cries out to you,
you will find strength to help.
I've learned
that writing, as well as talking,
can ease emotional pains.
I've learned
that the paradigm we live in
is not all that is offered to us.
I've learned
that credentials on the wall
do not make you a decent human being.
I've learned
that although the word "love" can have many different meanings,
it loses value when overly used.
I've learned
that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being
nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.
Vvvvery loooong, but vvvvvery truuuuuue!
yup :clap:
Mam, only this once... I can never compete with you!! :D :DQuote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
I wholeheartedly agree :DQuote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
A bit long, but surely worth reading, u wont regret :)
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,
career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear
across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his
busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no
time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and
nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought
of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack
said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were
doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of
the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this
business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me
things he thought were important . . . Mom, I'll be there for the
funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing
over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house
was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture,
every piece of furniture . . . Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked. "The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I
must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever
tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered
it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had
taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better
get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from
work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required
on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office
within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and
looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was
difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr.
Harold Belser" it read. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped
open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope.
Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was
taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack
carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold
pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched
the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most was . . . my time"
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his
assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way,
Janet, thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
moments that take our breath away,"
Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for
you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't
like you.
4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
5. You mean the world to someone.
6. If not for you, someone may not be living.
7. You are special and unique.
8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you
probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait
on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come
from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look:
you most likely turned your back on the world.
11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude
remarks.
13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much
better when they know and you'll both be happy.
14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they
are great.
That is one of the most beautiful things Ive ever read. :clap: :clap:
Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough .. . . to ask where you were going,
with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours
while you cleaned your room, a job that should have
taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must
learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm
glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents, you
will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the
meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids
ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal,
eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a
Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you
can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She
had to know who our friends were, and what we were
doing with them. She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an
hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve
to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We
had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to
cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash
and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie
awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time
we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really
tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn
when they drove up. They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them. While everyone else could
date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until
we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her
fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated,
honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean
parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!
Excellent posts, nerd & a.r.!
nerd & a.r... :thumbsup:
Great Shekhar......... :thumbsup:
A man asked his wife what she wanted for her birthday. She said, “I’d love to be ten again.” On her birthday, he got her up bright and early and took her to a theme park. He put her on every ride in the park- the Death Slide, The Screaming Loop, The Wall of Fear. She staggered out of the theme park five hours later, her head reeling and her stomach turning. Then off to a movie theatre, popcorn, cola and sweets. Finally she staggered home with her husband and collapsed into bed. Her husband leaned over and asked, “Well, dear, what was it like being ten again?” One eye opened and she groaned, “Actually, honey, I meant dress size!”
Oh but it's the thought that counts...that is so sweet to have devoted atleast some thought as to how to make her special day enjoyable.. :D
Daughter-In-Law:"When I cooked food which are blend, you will grumble that they are tasteless. Now that I have cooked saltier, you complained that you can't swallow this at all! What exactly do you want?"
When the son came back, the mother immediately ate the food without a word. She stared at him. The son took a taste of his mother's food and spit out immediately.
He ranted at his wife," Didn't I told you that my mother cannot take salty food?!"
The wife shouted,"OK! She's your mum! You cook for her in future!"
After saying that, she stormed into their room angrily.
Feeling helpless, the son told the mother,"Mum, don't eat this
anymore. I will cook you a bowl of noodles."
The mother said,"Son, you have something to tell me? Don't keep
everything to yourself."
Son:"Mum, I am going to get promoted soon and my upcoming working schedule will be very, very tight...and as for my wife...ummm...she said she will be going out to work...."
The mother understood what he meant and said in pleadingly, "Son,please don't send me to Old Folks' Home."
The son remained silent and tried to think of a good reason to
persuade her mother. Then he said," There is nothing wrong with
the Old Folks' Home. Once my wife goes out to work, no one will
serve you as well as the Home which provides you meals and care. It would definitely much better than being at home."
The son went for a bath after that and went into the Study Room. He looked out from the windows and thought back and hesitated a
while....His mother had remained a widow since she was
young with him, and brought him up painstakingly, all alone.
She had tried all means to earn as much as she could, in order to support him in studying overseas. Yet she expected nothing nor
used her past painful experience to threaten his son to be filial.
While now, his wife was threatening him with the stake of their
marriage. "Should I send my Mum to the Home?" He asked himself.
"The only person who will accompany you till the end of your life
would be your wife.." said a friend. "Your mother is in old age now, and if she's lucky, she might be able to live for a few more years. Why not be filial to her for this period of time? reminded by some relatives.
He was stuck in a dilemma. He did not want to think anymore, in order not to affect his decision. The son found a Home with high
standards, built on a beautiful and transquil mountain top. He told
himself that he would feel much better when the more he spent.
When the son helped his mother into the lobby of the Home, the 42" TV was tuned on. The programme shown on screen was a comedy. But no one was laughing.
A few old folks, dressed in similar clothing,were sitting there, in a daze. There was one who was sitting improperly on a sofa, there
was one who was bending down to pick up a piece of biscuit from the floor, there was one who was talking to himself...
The son knew that his mother likes sunlight, so he chose a room with ample sun rays shining into the room. The view out from the room, was a greenery scene. Few nurses were wheeling some old
folks out for some fresh air.
It was so pathetic of silence in the background. The sun would still
need to set down. Soon it was dusk. The son told the mother,"Mum, I am leaving." The mother waved to him to say goodbye, opening her toothless mouth..
He turned back to look at his mother. She was full of grey hair and
wrinkled skin with deep set eyes...He found that she was really old.
He remembered when he was six, due to some circumstances, his mother could not bring him along with her thus temporarily placed him at a relative's home for few days. He recalled hugging his
mother's thigh and begged her not to leave him alone. In the end, his mother did not leave him and decided to take him along with her.
When he returned home, his wife and his mother-in-law were busy discarding things from his mother's room, happily. One of the discarded item was his tall trophy which he had won as First Prize when he was young. He had written an essay "MY MOTHER".
The second item discarded was a dictionary. That was the first gift
from his mother, who scrimped and saved for a month in order to buy for him.
He shouted,"Enough! Stop discarding things anymore!" His mother-in-law cried," There is so much rubbish. If don't discard, there would not be any place for my stuff."
His wife continued,"Yeah! Need to dump away that old, stinky bed of your mum too. We will buy a new bed for my mum later,"
He saw some pictures from the stack..they were taken at a zoo and an amusement park when his mother had taken him there.
"These are precious belongings of my Mum! You can't discard them!"
"What sort of attitude is this? I demand you to apologise to my Mum NOW!" ranted the wife.
The husband said," When I married you, I promised you I will love your Mum too. But why can't you be the same?"
He went back to the Home and saw his mother weeping between her frail legs. She was missing the moments when her son would apply ointment for her every night...The son kneeled before her and said,"Mum, I am here. I brought the ointment too."
The mother said," I will apply it myself, Son! You still need to work
tomorrow. Go home, Son!"
Son said, "Mum, please forgive me! Let's go home!"
Very touching, and reveals people's nature!
I don't understand...why would the wife want the mother to leave if she was so nice? Why would the son want to stay such a narrow-minded wife? Why would the son only remember at the home all the things his mother did for him? Why would he take her to a home and let his mother-in-law move in? It makes no sense...and if it does make sense to some people than that is very scary :? :(
And the daughter in law is potrayed as an evil DIL from hell :evil:. A biased,cliched story if I ever saw one!!!
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Originally Posted by ssanjinika
Here's something I came across in my Y! group.......v.worth reading!
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ONE BEDROOM FLAT... AN INDIAN SOFTWARE ENGINEER'S LIFE...
Article By an Indian SE who was in US. - A Bitter Reality
As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the land of dreams and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if my dream had come true.
Here at last I was in the place where I wanted to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.
My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.
I wanted to do some thing more than him.
Soon, I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of Burgers at McDonald's and pizzas and discos and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.
Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.
My in-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, I returned to USA with my wife.
My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing. After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.
Every year I decided to go to India. But part work part monetary conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a
distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India. The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children!
After couple more years passed, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India this time, to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA.
My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India. My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.
Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA. I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India. I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.
Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left
me and gone to the holy abode.
Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this? My father, even after staying in India and having earned less than I had, had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.
I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.
Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.
Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them. But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?'
I am still searching for an answer................!!!
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Thought-provoking!
But wud it be eye-opening?? :|Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
Aside, I'm sure ther r many many bitter realities similar 2 this at present......! :(