Nobody CARES! So strong is the temptation of money & the comforts it buys! It blinds the eyes!
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Nobody CARES! So strong is the temptation of money & the comforts it buys! It blinds the eyes!
Yea PP mam, I hav no option but to agree.......! :(
How old is Grandma???
One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events.
The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.
The Grandma replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
' television
' penicillin
' polio shots
' frozen foods
' Xerox
' contact lenses
' Frisbees and
' the pill
There was no:
' radar
' credit cards
' laser beams or
' ball-point pens
Man had not invented:
' pantyhose
' air conditioners
' dishwashers
' clothes dryers
' and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
' man hadn't yet walked on the moon
Every family had a father and a mother.
Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, "Sir".
And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir."
We were before gay-rights, computer- dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.
We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.
We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to the Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios.
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam.
Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents.
Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel.
And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Chevy Coupe for $600, . . but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.
In my day:
' "grass" was mowed,
' "coke" was a cold drink,
' "pot" was something your mother cooked
' "rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.
' "Aids" were helpersin the Principal's office,
' " chip" meant a piece of wood,
' "hardware" was found in a hardware store
' "software" wasn't even a word.
And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?
I bet you have an old lady in mind......NOT a 58 year old!!!!!!!!!
This Woman would be only 58 years old!
:(
Shucks! What all we miss :(
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"And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby. No wonder people call us "old and confused" and say there is a generation gap... and how old do you think I am?
I bet you have an old lady in mind......NOT a 58 year old!!!!!!!!!
This Woman would be only 58 years old! "
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:) pp maam I was thinkkin of u, when I posted this.
I knew u would appreciate and understand this :)
Ya! quite near that age!
There's a story told about an elderly lady in Arkansas. The state voted to increase welfare payments to indigents. Hoping for a tear-jerker story, a television interviewer went into the back hills where many welfare recipients lived.
The old woman he chose to interview lived in a one-room shack: draughty in winter; stifling in summer. Her bed was a few rough planks nailed together, with a pine-needle mattress. A couple thin blankets, and a fireplace, did little to protect her from the cold.
Her furniture, a table and two chairs, were fashioned from the same rough wood as her bed. Some shelves held a few cans of food from the general store, a three mile walk down the road. Several jars of preserves and a few squash completed her larder.
She had no fridge or freezer. The fireplace provided heat for cooking. With no phone or television her only connection with the outside world was an old radio that pulled in two or three local stations on a good day.
The old woman had one convenience, running water. A crystal clear stream gurgled a short distance behind her home.
A small garden near her back door provided fresh vegetables during the summer, and some squash and turnips for the winter. A tidy flower garden brightened the front of her house.
The television crew arrived and set up their big expensive cameras. Their mobile station broadcast pictures of the woman and the place she called home.
Eventually the interviewer asked the old woman, "If the government gave you $200 more each month, what would you do with it?"
Without hesitation the woman replied, "I'd give it to the poor."
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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."
He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous.
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began: "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his mom and dad looking at me smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Very very touching!!!
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 busine ss 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. bsp; 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.
A Date
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant e with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house,I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting". We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips
"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice.
Much more so than I could have
imagined," I answered. A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
exactly.Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
sometimes we have no idea how much our words/action touch others....
He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.
That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story , the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead.I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything..
Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life,even though I have to drink the salty coffee again".
Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?
It's sweet. She replied.
i found this interesting.
it doesn't qualify as an anecdote . stil...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simo_H%C3%A4yh%C3%A4
7 Reasons Not To Mess With A Child
A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human
because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it
was physically impossible.
The little girl said, When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah.
The teacher asked, What if Jonah went to hell
The little girl replied, Then you ask him.
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A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they
were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the
drawing was.
The girl replied, I'm drawing God.
The teacher paused and said, But no one knows what God looks like.
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied,
They will in a minute.
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A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five
and six year olds.
After explaining the commandment to honour thy Father and thy Mother, she
asked, Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and
sisters
Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered,
Thou shall not kill.
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One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at
the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands
of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, Why are some of your hairs
white, Mom
Her mother replied, Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me
cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said,
Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white
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The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to
persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.
Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and
say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a
doctor.'
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, And there's the teacher,
She's dead.
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A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to
make the matter clearer, she said, Now, class, if I stood on my head, the
blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face..
Yes, the class said.
Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the
blood doesn't run into my feet
A little fellow shouted,
Cause your feet ain't empty.
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The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school
for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made
a note, and posted on the apple tray
Take only ONE. God is watching.
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a
large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, Take all you want. God is watching the apples.
Too cute, pavalamani mam! :D
NM & Shakthimam, very heartwarming! :)
Too cute but true- this is why they say women are mysterious! No one ever knows what they mean?Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
it is, isn't it, Alan? :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Alan
This moving story of a true incident was actually posted at another site by my uncle (Mama) who was sent this from a friend, he has also posted the same in Tamil (altho I cant read it, many of u wud be able to! :) ) w/ corresponding pics. in his blogsite here:
http://dondu.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_19.html
Translation:
Musings of a translator: Loss of a friend.
It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon. A flock of birds was spending great time searching for food and playing on the main road. All of a sudden, a big truck sped through... sad thing had happened then.
Birds can feel too. Although this bird had already died, another bird flew over to her immediately, just like a family member, unable to accept the truth.
Not long after that, another car stormed by causing the dead bird's body to whirl with the wind. The spouse noticed the movement. As if she was still alive, he quickly flew beside her again.
He stayed beside her and yelled ... "WHY ARE YOU NOT GETTING UP!?"
Unfortunately, she's no longer able to hear him. In the meantime, he's trying to lift her up.
He, of course, was unable to bear the burden. Another car soon passed by. He quickly flew off. Once the car had gone, he came down again.
Although other birds told him its useles, he never gave up. He was trying his best to lift her up to see her flying again. He had used all of his energy. Another car passed by, her dead body whirled again as if she is still alive and trying to fly.
However the photographer said he couldn't shoot any longer. The photographer was so worried that the living bird was going to get hurt by passing cars. So he picked up the dead bird and left it at the roadside. The live one still lingered at a nearby tree as if crying with his singing and refused to leave.
Do humans have the same feelings nowadays? I wonder.......
This reminds me of an incident when I was in India last yr... I was travelling with my husb at around 10pm & there was an accident... ppl were trying to get help from the passing vehicles to get the victim to the hospital... we stopped & offered help... but then the guys who were trying to get help didn't want to accept our offer...they started trying to avoid us saying taht I might get scared seeing the blood & stuff and we might get into trouble later as we'll have to go for the court hearings & all those stuff... they infact didn't allow us to get near the victim... Noone wanted to take him to the hospital until the police arrived... we were very shocked & confused and so we left the place after waiting for sometime... I still don't understand Y those guys were looking for help when they actually din't want to help... were they trying to act to be courteous & humane???!!!... But I then heard that the victim died after 2 days & I couldn't forgive me for not having transferred to the hospital regardless of what those ppl said... we still feel that we were absolutely stupid & didn't react properly to the situation...Quote:
Originally Posted by Lambretta
Dev,
All the more sad to hear the story of tat person! :(
Yea even I'm puzzled as to y they wer asking for help & then declined it from u! Jus doesnt make sense does it? :shock: :roll:
Hmm.........
One day a farmer's donkey fell into a deep well The animal cried pitifully for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally the farmer made a decision. The animal was old, and the well need to be filled in as well. It just wasn't worth trying to rescue the donkey.
He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel each an began to shoval dirt into the well. The donkey realising what was happening cried horribly.
Then, to everyone's amazements, he quietened down. A few shovel loads later the farmer looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back the donkey was able to shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt the donkey would shake it off and take a step up. Soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off.
Life is going to shovel all kinds of dirt on you. The trick to overcome it is to shake it off and take a step forward. Each of our troubles is a stepping stone to success.
Triple Filter Test
In ancient Greece, Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day one fellow met the great philosopher and said,
"Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"
"Hold on a minute, " Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called Triple Filter Test".
"Triple filter?"
"That's right," Socrates, continued, "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test.
The first filter is Truth:
Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?" "No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and...". "All right," said Socrates. "So you don't know if it's true or not.
Now let's try the second filter: the filter of Goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?" . "No, on the contrary...". "So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left: the filter of Usefulness.
The third filter test: Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?" "No, not really." "Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"
This is why Socrates was a great philosopher & held in such high esteem.
anjali, this has been posted about 5 times. :roll:
anyway, there is a postscript to this anecdote.
This is why Socrates was a great philosopher & held in such high esteem.
And that is why Socrates never found out that his wife was having an affair with his best friend. :D
[tscii]The Last Words Spoken
By Famous People At Death, Or Shortly Before Dying...
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Hey Ram - Mahatma Gandhi
I'm bored with it all. -Before slipping into a coma. He died 9 days later. Winston Churchill, statesman, d. January 24, 1965
Damn it . . . Don't you dare ask God to help me. - To her housekeeper, who had begun to pray aloud. Joan Crawford, actress, d. May 10, 1977
Am I dying or is this my birthday? - When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside. Lady Nancy Astor, d. 1964
Nothing, but death. - When asked by her sister, Cassandra, if there was anything she wanted. Jane Austen, writer, d. July 18, 1817
I am not the least afraid to die.- Charles Darwin, d. April 19, 1882
My God. What's happened? - - Diana (Spencer), Princess of Wales, d. August 31, 1997
Friends applaud, the comedy is finished. - Ludwig van Beethoven, composer, d. March 26, 1827
Put out the light. - Theodore Roosevelt, US President, d. 1919
Oh, I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy. - Spoken to her husband of 9 months, Rev. Arthur Nicholls. Charlotte Bronte, writer, d. March 31, 1855 :(
Beautiful. - In reply to her husband who had asked how she felt. Elizabeth Barrett Browning, writer, d. June 28, 1861
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight. - Lord George Byron, writer, d. 1824
Why do you weep. Did you think I was immortal? - Louis XIV, King of France, d. 1715
I am a Queen, but I have not the power to move my arms. - Louise, Queen of Prussia, d. 1820
I love you Sarah. For all eternity, I love you. - Spoken to his wife. James K. Polk, US President, d. 1849
(THIS REALLY MOVES ME......... REAlly...... :( :( )
Sister, you're trying to keep me alive as an old curiosity, but I'm done, I'm finished, I'm going to die. - Spoken to his nurse. George Bernard Shaw, playwright, d. November 2, 1950
Nice ones SP! Yes, very touching, many of them! :(
I don't know if the following is true, because it sounds improbable. But it is, in its own way, poignant.
Spooner, after whom the -ism is named, came home dead tired one day and announced to his housekeeper: "Take me". His housekeeper, who long had a thing for the Professor couldn't beleive her ears a moment. But she had been with long enough to realize that he meant "Make Tea".
When she came back with tea, Spooner was dead in his chair.
LEFT BRAIN VS. RIGHT BRAIN.
WHILE SITTING AT YOUR DESK, LIFT YOUR RIGHT FOOT OFF THE FLOOR AND MAKE CLOCKWISE CIRCLES
NOW, WHILE DOING THIS, DRAW THE NUMBER "6" IN THE AIR WITH YOUR RIGHT HAND FINGER
YOUR FOOT WILL CHANGE DIRECTIONS (ANTICLOCKWISE)
AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.
8-) ...Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
:)
pr.............
I dont know what to feel sad for
that he died before the tea
or that this woman..... might have misunderstood :? :P
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly, and he brought it home.
One day, a small opening appeared in the cocoon. The man sat and watched the cocoon for several hours as the butterfly struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making progress. It appeared as if the butterfly had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no farther.
The man decided to help the butterfly in its struggle. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon... and the butterfly emerged easily.
As the butterfly emerged, the man was surprised. It had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. He continued to watch the butterfly expectating that, at any moment, the wings would dry out, enlarge, and expand to support the swollen body. He knew that in time the body would contract, and the butterfly would be able to fly...but neither happened!
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.
What the man, in his kindness and haste, did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle were required for the butterfly to be able to fly.
The butterfly must push its way through the tiny opening to force the fluid from its body and wings. Only by struggling through the opening can the butterfly's wings be ready for flight once it emerges from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If our Higher Power allowed us to go through life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been... neither would we realise our strengths.
Difference between Focusing on Problems and Focusing on Solutions:
Case 1
When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space, they found out that the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (ink won't flow down to the writing
surface). To solve this problem, it took them one decade and $12 million. They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity, upside down, underwater,
in practically any surface including crystal and in a temperature range from below freezing to over 300 degrees C.
And what did the Russians do...?? They used a pencil.
Case 2
One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese management was the case of the empty soapbox, which happened in one of Japan's biggest cosmetics
companies. The company received a complaint that a consumer had bought a soapbox that was empty. Immediately the authorities isolated the problem to
the assembly! line, which transported all the packaged boxes of soap to the delivery department. For some reason, one soapbox went through the assembly
line empty. Management asked its engineers to solve the problem. Post-haste, the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with high-resolution
monitors manned by two people to watch all the soapboxes that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty. No doubt, they worked hard and
they worked fast but they spent a whoopee amount to do so. But when a rank-and-file employee in a small company was posed with the
same problem, he did not get into complications of X-rays, etc., but instead came out with another solution. He bought a strong industrial
electric fan and pointed it at the assembly line. He switched the fan on, and as each soapbox passed the fan, it simply blew the empty boxes out
of the line.
Moral: Always look for simple solutions.
Devise the simplest possible solution that solves the problems. Always focus on solutions & not on problems
So the end of the day the thing that really matters is HOW ONE LOOK INTO THE PROBLEM, mere perceptions can solve the tough probs....
aaaaah....... this reminds me! i have a design project to do! to make shopping easier!
after asking many pple what IMO or IMHO stands for and not getting any ans, i googled IMHO and got the internet slang page from wikipedia.
found sth that is amusing, esp the part in bold!
PEBKAC is the acronym for "Problem Exists Between Keyboard and Chair". The phrase is often used within tech support (but not mentioned over the phone to the user who called) to refer to troublesome users, identifying them as the source of the problem. Supposedly some users have ignorantly but helpfully told each level of tech support that the previous level "suspected a PEBKAC error."
An example would be the often-used tech support horror story describing a frazzled woman who calls complaining her coffee-holder is broken—which is actually the CD-ROM drive tray.
Other variants include:
EBKAC: Error Between Keyboard And Chair
PEBIAC: Problem Exists Between Interface And Chair
PEBMAC: Problem Exists Between Monitor And Chair
PICNIC: Problem In Chair Not In Computer
PLBKAC: Problem Lies Between Keyboard And Chair
Less commonly, as PIBKAC: Problem Is Between Keyboard And Chair
Also written PEBCAC, "keyboard" is replaced with "computer"
oh, actually i meant to post that in a joke a day keeps the doc away. sorry!
Weird Things which you would never know
Butterflies taste with their feet.
All polar bears are left handed.
A snail can sleep for three years.
An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.
Women blink nearly twice as much as men.(Very interesting !!)
The electric chair was invented by a dentist.
Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.
It's physically impossible for you to lick your elbow. (Try it)
The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.
A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.
Americans on average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.
It's possible to lead a cow upstairs...but not downstairs.
On average people fear spiders more than they do death.
Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.
No word in the English language rhymes with "MONTH."
The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an
inch every year because when it built, engineers
failed to take into account the weight of all the
books that would occupy the building.
Go," is the shortest complete sentence known in the
English language.
On average, 100 people choke to death on ballpoint
pens every year.
In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than
all of the world's nuclear weapons combined.
Our eyes are always the same size from birth, but our
nose and ears never stop growing. - SCARY!!!
TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using
the letters only on one row of the keyboard.
This incident happened recently in Delhi and we need to be even more careful everywhere.
A woman went boating one Sunday, taking with her some cans of coke.
On Monday she was taken into ICU and on Wednesday she died.
The autopsy revealed a certain germ Leptospira caused by the can of coke from which she had drunk, not using a glass.
A test showed that the can was infected by dried rat urine and hence the disease Leptospirosis.
Rat urine contains toxic and deadly substances.
It is recommended to clean the upper part of soda cans before drinking out of them as they have been
stocked in warehouses and transported straight to the shops without being cleaned.
A study in Spain showed that the tops of soda cans are more contaminated than public toilets i.e. full of germs and bacteria.
So! to wash them with water is advised before making any contact with mouth to avoid any kind of fatal accident.
Remember to always use a glass or a straw and pass this on to everyone you care about.
Oops PP Mam :oops: !! Now i have to think thrice before sipping coke/pepsi cans!! Thanks for your info!