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:shock: PP ma'm, tat sent a chill down my spine! :oops: :(
Yes I've noticed shops tat sell soft drinks whether cans or bottles, seldom even wipe them clean...they look so filthy! :x
Of course this wudnt really be a problem to me as I gave up soft drinks a couple of yrs ago.....
But still, a warning worth issuing to those who take them.....
prob cos spiders are very much there and can be seen, while you can't see death and can't totally understand it enuf to fear it.Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
I fear (& loathe) cockroaches more than spiders.....ewww! :oops: :xQuote:
Originally Posted by Fire111999
Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the
monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could
have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and
ideals.
So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he
could answer a very difficult question.Arthur would
have a year to figure out the answer and, if
after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put
to death.
The question was: What do women really want?
Such a question would perplex even the most
knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an
impossible query. But, since it was better than
death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have
an answer by year's end.
He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone:
the princess, the priests,the wise men, and even the
court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could
give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised
him to consult the old witch, for only she would have
the answer. But the prince would be high as the witch
was famous through out the kingdom for the exorbitant
prices she charged.
The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no
choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer
the question, but he would have to agree to her price
first. The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the
most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, and
Arthur's closest friend!
Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunch-backed and
hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made
obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a
repugnant creature in all his life. He refused to
force his friend to marry her and endure such a
terrible burden, but Lancelot, having learnt of the
proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too
big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the
preservation of the Round Table.
Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered
Arthur's question thus: "What a woman really wants,"
she said, "is to be in charge of her own life."
Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch
had uttered a great truth and that Arthur's life would
be spared. And so it was, the neighboring monarch
granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch
had a wonderful wedding.
The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling
himself for a horrific experience, entered the bed
room. But, what a sight awaited him. The most
beautiful woman he had ever seen, lay before him on
the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had
happened. The beauty replied that since he had been so
kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would
henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half
the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.
"Which would you prefer? she asked him. "Beautiful
during the day ... or at night?"
Lancelot pondered the predicament.
During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show
off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of
his castle, an old witch!
Or,
would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day,
but by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy
wonderous, intimate moments with?
(If you are a man reading this ...) What would YOUR
choice be?
(If you are a woman reading this ..) What would YOUR
MAN'S choice be?
What Lancelot chose is below.
BUT ... make YOUR choice before you scroll down
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Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave
Arthur to his question, said that he would allow HER
to make the choice herself.
Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be
beautiful all the time because he had respected her
enough to let her be in charge of her own life.
Now ... what is the moral to this story?
The moral is ..
1) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things
are going to get ugly.
2) There is witch in every woman no matter how
beautiful she is!!
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An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 year's old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.
The father asked his son, "What is this?"
The son replied "It is a crow".
After a few minutes, the father asked his son the 2nd time, "What is this?"
The son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".
After a little while, the old Father again asked his son the 3rd time,
What is this?
"At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the son's tone when he said to his father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".
A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, "What is this?"
This time the son shouted at his father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times
'IT'S A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"
A little later the father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary:-
"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated, I rather felt affection for my innocent child".
While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the father asked his son the same question just 4 times, the son felt irritated and annoyed.
So If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word; be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.
From today say this aloud,
"I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".
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very easy to say. very easy to decide to follow. but extremely difficult to follow! but still, we have to try!Quote:
Originally Posted by hi
Nerd ,
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Anjali..hmm...somthing diff to follow huh?
-An episode in reverse psychology
Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the
M.K.Gandhi Institute for Non-violence, in his June 9 lecture at the
University of Puerto Rico, shared the following story as an example
of "non-violence in parenting":
"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my
grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa, in
the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and
had no neighbors, so my two sisters and I would always look forward
to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.
One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day
conference, and I jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my
mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all
day in town, my father ask me to take care of several pending
chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father
off that morning, he said, 'I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we
will go home together.'
After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest
movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that
I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran
to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was
waiting for me, it was almost 6:00. He anxiously asked me, 'Why were
you late?' I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John
Waynewestern movie that I said, 'The car wasn't ready, so I had to
wait,' not realizing that he had already called the garage. When he
caught me in the lie, he said: 'There's something wrong in the way I
brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the
truth. In order to figure out where I went wrong with you, I'm going
to walk home 18 miles and think about it.'
So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the
dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for
five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go
through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered.
I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often
think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we
punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I
don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on
doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was so
powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday.