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Originally Posted by scorpio
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence...
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say 'I'm sorry, the wound is still there."
"A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Relationships are very rare jewels indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us".
A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he sees a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away.
But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices it has a note in its mouth. He takes the note and it reads,
"Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please".
The dog has money in its mouth, as well.
The butcher looks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten-dollar note there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth. The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut the shop and follow the dog.
So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street, when it comes to a level crossing; the dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then it waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn.
They do, and it walks across the road, with the butcher following him all the way. The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable.
The butcher is in awe as the dog stops a bus by pulling its left leg
up and gets in it. The butcher follows the dog into the bus. The dog then shows a ticket, which is tied to its belt to the bus conductor.
The butcher nearly faints at this sight, so do the other passengers in the bus. The dog then sits near the driver's seat looking outside waiting for the bus stop to come. As soon as the stop is in sight, the dog stands and wags its tail to inform the conductor. Then,
without waiting for the bus to stop completely, it jumps out of the
bus and runs to a house very close to the stop.
It opens the big Iron Gate and rushes inside towards the door. As it approaches the wooden door, the dog suddenly changes
its mind and heads towards the garden. It goes to the window, and beats its head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door. The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him.
The butcher surprised with this, runs up, and stops the guy. "What in heaven's name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me!" to which the guy responds:
"You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog's forgotten his key."
Moral of the Story:
You may continue to exceed all expectations but shall always fall short of the boss' expectations.
It's dog's life after all...
MOTHER
This is a truly BEAUTIFUL piece please
read this at a slow pace, digesting every word and in
leisure...do not hurry....this is a treasure...
For those lucky to still be blessed with your Mom,
this is beautiful. For those of us who aren't, this is
even more beautiful. For those who are moms, you'll
love this.
The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is
this the long way?" she asked.
And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard. And
you will be old before you reach the end of it. But
the end will be better than the beginning."
But the young mother was happy, and she would not
believe that anything could be better than these
years. So she
played with her children, and gathered flowers for
them along the way, and bathed them in the clear
streams; and
the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried,
"Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."
Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was
dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and
the mother
drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and
the children said,
"Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no
harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and
the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother
was weary.
But at all times she said to the children," A little
patience and we are there."
So the children climbed, and when they reached the top
they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without
you."
And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up
at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the
last, for my
children have learned fortitude in the face of
hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today, I ' ve
given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened
the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the
children groped
and stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your
eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw
above the clouds
an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the
darkness. And that night the Mother said, "This is the
best day of all, for
I have shown my children God."
And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and
the years, and the mother grew old and she was little
and bent.
But her children were tall and strong, and walked with
courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her,
for she was as
light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill,
and beyond they could see a shining road and golden
gates flung wide. And
mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey.
And now I know the end is better than the beginning,
for my children can
walk alone, and their children after them."
And the children said, "You will always walk with us,
Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."
And they stood
and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates
closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her
but she is with us
still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She
is a living presence......."
Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper
of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the
smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand
on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives
inside your
laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from, your first home; and
she's the map you
follow with every step you take. She's your first love
and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can
separate you.
Not time, not space... not even death!
An Old Lady's Poem
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe...
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill...
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten...with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years...all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer...see ME!
It's beautiful, NOV.
Great isnt it AR. I guess it can even bring a tear or two....
Here's something less emotional and more intriguing...
The Buzzard, The Bat, and the Bumblebee
If you put a buzzard in a pen six or eight feet square and entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of his ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of ten or twelve feet. Without space to run, as is his habit, he will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A Bumblebee if dropped into an open tumbler will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat and the bee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not realizing that the answer is right there above them.
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Originally Posted by NOV
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow.
So... here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood. :)
~ Author Unknown
GOD, ARE YOU FOR REAL?
The man whispered, "God, speak to me."
And a meadowlark sang.
But the man did not hear.
So the man yelled, "God, speak to me."
And the thunder rolled across the sky,
But the man did not listen.
The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you."
And a star shone brightly.
But the man did not notice.
And the man shouted, "God, show me a miracle."
And a life was born.
But the man did not know.
So the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know You are here.
Whereupon God reached down and touched the man.
But the man brushed the butterfly away...
...AND WALKED AWAY UNKNOWINGLY
(From Dean, IIT, Madras)
Dear Friends,
Here is a personal experience, as well as a moment of national pride, which I want to share with you. Hope you find it worth the time you put in reading it :
"In the middle of 1965 India-Pakistan war, US Govt. - then a close friend of Pakistan - threatened India with stopping food-aid (remember "PL-480"?). For a food deficient India this threat was serious and humiliating. So much so that in the middle of war, Prime Minister (Late) Lal Bahadur Shastri went to Ram Leela Grounds in Delhi and appealed to each Indian to observe one-meal-fast every week to answer the American threat. As a school boy, I joined those millions who responded to Shastri ji's call. I continued the fast even when the war was over and India became self sufficient in food. Hurt deep by the national humiliation suffered at the hands of the US Govt., I had vowed
to stop my weekly fast only when India starts giving aid to USA.
It took just 40 years. Last week THE day arrived. When Indian ambassador in Washington DC handed over a cheque of US$ 50 million to the US Govt., two plane loads of food, medical aid and other relief materials were waiting to fly to the USA. Time to break the fast? With no bad feeling about the USA, and good wishes for the Katrina victims, this humble Indian feels proud of the distance India has covered in 40 years. Let's celebrate a New India!"
- Vijay Kranti.
Be Proud to be Indian. Lets show the World what India is and what it is going to be in the short
You also got as FWD...juz now i got this :)Quote:
Originally Posted by pavalamani pragasam
[tscii]When Hiero was greatly exalted in the royal power at Syracuse, in return
for the success of his policy he determined to set up in a certain shrine a
golden crown as a votive offering to the immortal gods. He let out the
work for a stipulated payment, and weighted out the exact amount of gold
for the contractor. At the appointed time the contractor brought his work
skilfully executed for the king's approval, and he seemed to have fulfilled
exactly the requirement about the weight of the crown. Later information
was given that gold had been removed and an equal weight of silver added in
the making of the crown. Hiero was indignant at this disrespect for
himself, and being unable to discover any means by which he might unmask
the fraud, he asked Archimedes to give it his attention. While Archimedes
was turning this problem over, he chanced to come to the place of bathing,
an there, as he was sitting down in the tub, he noticed that the amount of
water which flowed over the tub was equal to the amount by which his body
was immersed. This indicated to him a means of solving the problem, and he
did not delay, but in his joy leapt out of the tub and, rushing naked
towards his home, he cried out with a loud voice that he had found what he
sought. For as he ran he repeatedly shouting in Greek, "heureka, heureka".
Then, following up his discovery, he is said to have made two masses of the
same weight as the crown, the one of gold and the other of silver. When he
had so done, he filled a large vessel right up to the brim with water, into
which he dropped the silver mass. The amount by which it was immersed in
the vessel was the amount of water which overflowed. Taking out the mass,
he poured back the amount by which the water had been depleted, measuring
it with a pint pot, so that as before the water was made level with the
brim. In this way he found what weight of silver answered with a certain
measure of water.
When he had made this test, in like manner he dropped the golden mass into
the full vessel. Taking it out again, for the same reason he added a
measured quantity of water, and found that the deficiency of water was not
the same, but less; and the amount by which it less corresponded with the
excess of a mass of silver, having the same weight, over a mass of gold.
After filling the vessel again, he then dropped the crown itself into the
water, and found that the more water overflowed in the case of the crown
than in the case of the golden mass of identical weight; and so, from the
fact that more water was needed to make up the deficiency in the case of
the crown than in the case of the mass, he calculated and detected the
mixture of silver with the gold and the contractor's fraud stood revealed.
Vitruvius, on architecture (in in J. R. Newman(ed.) The World of
Mathematics
A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."
"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.
"No", she replied. "He's out."
"Then we cannot come in", they replied.
In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.
"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"
The woman went out and invited the men in"
"We do not go into a House together," they replied.
"Why is that?" she asked.
One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."
The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"
His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"
Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"
"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.
"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."
The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."
Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"
The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"
MY WISH FOR YOU...
-Where there is pain, I wish you peace and mercy.
-Where there is self-doubting, I wish you a renewed confidence in your ability to work through it.
-Where there is tiredness, or exhaustion, I wish you understanding, patience, and renewed strength.
-Where there is fear, I wish you love, and courage.
Tiny Little Prayer
Dear Lord,
Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head:
God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm
For they're so close to me.
And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do;
Hope you don't mind me asking,
Please bless my computer too.
Now I know that it's unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.
You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.
I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.
By faith is how I know them -
Much the same as you -
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew.
Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.
Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits "send".
AMEN
PS: Came as a forward!
Very strange, but sensible though, a prayer! :D
Wow, PP ma'm! Wonderful anecdote! :D :clap: :thumbsup:
Exactly wat I feel often!
Now if only my mother got a DIL like the one in ur story......! :wink:
Just came across this extremely touching story in one of my Y! groups:
MY PERSONAL REQUEST TO GOD TO BLESS ALL THE MOTHERS ......
My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students & teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.
The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEEW, your mom only has one eye!" I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. So I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!" My mom did not respond... I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.
So I studied real hard, got a chance to go to Singapore to study. Then, I got a job. I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts.
Then one day, my mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children!" GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore.
So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the
reunion, I went to my old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbours said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They then handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.
"My dearest son,
I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to Singapore and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.
But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrasment to you when you were growing up. You see.........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.
With my love to you,
Your mother."
oops..that one was quite moving.. :oops: :(
The Little Things....
Too often we don't realise
what we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say
"I am sorry - I was wrong."
Sometimes we hurt the ones
we hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
to tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let
unimportant things into our minds;
And then it's usually too late
to see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let people know
how much they mean to you;
Take that time to say the words
before your time is through.
Be sure that you appreciate
everything you've got,
And be thankful for the little things
in life that mean a lot.
Remain Blessed!
Feel pannatheenga scorpi :cry: :cry:Quote:
Originally Posted by scorpio
:lol: :lol: :lol:
FAMOUS LAST WORDS
Shortly before his execution by firing squad, the notorious murderer James Rodgers was asked whether he had any final requests. "Why yes," he replied. "I'd like a bulletproof vest."
William Brodie, a respected figure in Edinburgh, lived a double life as a highly skilled burglar. His cover blown when an accomplice turned king's evidence, Brodie fled to Amsterdam but was soon apprehended, returned to Edinburgh for trial, and condemned to death.
Incredibly, Brodie, an amateur inventor, is credited with a device first tested at his own execution: the drop. (Whereas those condemned to be hanged had long been unceremoniously pushed from a high platform, Brodie developed the trapdoor-and-lever system which has became the industry standard.)
On the gallows, Brodie, called upon to inspect the arrangements, pronounced them satisfactory - and was promptly dropped into the history books.
[Brodie was far from the only innovator hoist by his own petard. In 1581, James Douglas, Earl of Morton, was beheaded by the "maiden," a guillotine-type device which he himself had introduced to Scotland. And when, in 1634, a carpenter named Palmer submitted the bill (for 1 pound, 13 shillings) for the first stocks in Boston, the town elders deemed it to be excessive and promptly had Palmer charged with profiteering. He was found guilty, fined 1 pound - and sentenced to spend half an hour in the very stocks he had just completed.]
Despite his critically acclaimed poetry, Hart Crane suffered from severe depression and a profound sense of failure. While returning aboard a steamship from a Guggenheim fellowship in Mexico one day, Crane simply bid his fellow passengers farewell, jumped overboard, and disappeared beneath the waves.
["Good-bye, everybody!" were indeed Hart's last words.]
Beethoven's notoriously difficult, groundbreaking Ninth (once called "the hammer that finally killed classicism") was his first symphony in more than a decade. It was also his last. Incredibly, Schubert, Dvorak, and Vaughan Williams (among others) also died after composing a ninth symphony.
Indeed, musicologists joke about a 'ninth symphony syndrome': Mahler, superstitious about his ninth, promptly attempted to complete a tenth - and promptly died. Bruckner, despite numbering his first two symphonies 00 and 0, also died while composing his ninth. And Sibelius? He wisely stopped after his eighth - and went on to live another 33 years.
Toward the end of his life, Voltaire was advised to foreswear Satan. He declined. "This," he explained, "is no time to make new enemies!"
While dying of cerebral meningitis in a Parisian hotel room, Oscar Wilde was offered a glass of champagne. His final toast? "I am dying as I have lived, beyond my means."
[Among the other, less likely, versions of Wilde's last words? "Either that wallpaper goes, or I do,"
As Pancho Villa lay dying, he found himself at a loss for words. "Don't let it end like this," he pleaded. "Tell them I said something."
Though Albert Einstein became a passionate Zionist (partly in response to Germany's growing anti-Semitism) he also expressed concern about the rights of Arabs in any Jewish state.
He later spent the last day of his life drafting a speech to mark the anniversary of Israel's independence; perhaps fittingly, he died of a stroke.
[Einstein was offered the presidency of the new state of Israel in 1952. He declined. "Politics is for the moment," he once remarked, "while... an equation is for eternity."]
"I am ready to meet my Maker," Winston Churchill declared as the end drew near. "Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter."
On his deathbed, Balzac is reported to have ordered the attending physician to "send for Doctor Bianchon." Who was Bianchon? A character in Balzac's grand literary scheme, la comedie humaine
Thus reads Maurice James Butler's epitaph:
Sacred To The Memory Of
Captain Maurice James Butler,
Royal Irish Rifles
Accidentally Shot Dead By His
Batman On The Fourth Day Of
April, 1882
'Well Done, Thou Good And
Faithful Servant'
[Trivia: In 1998, Madison, Wisconsin police chief Richard Williams was nearly shot when he forgot where he had hidden his gun and turned on his oven to roast some turkey.]
One day Lord Palmerston, aged and ailing, was informed by his physician that he was going to die. "Die, my dear doctor?" Palmerston replied. "That's the last thing I shall do!"
Shortly after Johnny Morgan's cremation, many of friends of the late British builder received a curious postcard. Its caption? "Wish you were here!"
[Morgan's return address? Heavenly Heights. Morgan also left a final request: that his ashes be blasted out to sea in a rocket.]
When George Burns died in 1996, 32 years after wife Gracie Allen had been lain to rest, he was buried beneath her. Why? George "wanted her to have top billing."
[The inscription on their tombstone? "Together Again".]
One day toward the end of his life, Wilson Mizner awoke from a coma and found a priest at his bedside offering words of benediction.
He quickly waved the man away. "Why should I talk to you?" he asked. "I've just been talking to your boss."
"When I meet God," the physicist Werner Heisenberg declared from his deathbed, "I am going to ask him two questions: Why relativity? And why turbulence? I really believe he will have an answer for the first."
(Also told of Horace Lamb.)
[Heisenberg was once asked (by Wolfgang Pauli) whether he believed in a personal God. "May I rephrase your question?" Heisenberg replied. "I myself should prefer the following formulation: Can you, or anyone else, reach the central order of things or events, whose existence seems beyond doubt, as directly as you can reach the soul of another human being? I am using the term 'soul' quite deliberately so as not to be misunderstood. If you put your question like that, I would say yes."]
George Selwyn once called upon his old rival, the dying Henry Fox (Lord Holland). As Fox was unavailable, Selwyn simply left his card.
Some time later Fox was told of Selwyn's visit. "If Mr. Selwyn calls again, show him up," he instructed a servant. "If I am alive, I shall be glad to see him, and if I am dead, I am sure he will be delighted to see me!"
Francios Rabelais is said to have made the following will: "I owe much. I possess nothing. The rest I leave to the poor."
Rabelais, Francois (1494-1553) French humanist and writer [noted for his satirical attacks on medieval scholasticism and superstition, as evidenced by such works as Pantagruel (1532) and Gargantua, and for his condemnation by theologians at the Sorbonne]
Ludwig van Beethoven was completely deaf during the last eight years of his life. His last words? "I shall hear in heaven."
[This is but one version of Beethoven's last words. Among the others:
* "Friends applaud, the comedy is over." (quoting Augustus: "Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est")
* "I feel as if up to now I had written no more than a few notes."
* "Is it not true, Hummel, that I have some talent after all?" - "Compelled by the necessity of economy, Beethoven accomplished part of the distance between Baden and Vienna on foot. In the evening, he stopped before the gate of a small, mean-looking house and solicited shelter... As he lay upon his bed, a man entered. It was [Johann] Hummel, his old and only friend. Hummel bent toward him, and with the aid of an acoustic instrument enabled Beethoven to hear a few words of his compassion and regret. Beethoven seemed reanimated; his eyes shone; he struggled for utterance, and gasped, 'Is it not true, Hummel, that I have some talent after all?' These were his last words. His eyes grew fixed, his mouth fell open, and his spirit passed away." (Musical World and New York Musical Times, July 1854)
* "There, do you hear the bell? Don't you hear it ringing? The curtain must drop. Yes! My curtain is falling." - "I [Luigi Lablache] watched the dying Beethoven with breathless anxiety. There he sat, supported by pillows and gazing for a while on vacancy, when, suddenly turning his head, he muttered in faltering accents, 'There, do you hear the bell? Don't you hear it ringing? The curtain must drop. Yes! My curtain is falling.' Gently drooping his head, the mighty master, without utterinng another word, now sank into eternal slumber." (Musical Times, June 1, 1846)]
[Trivia: Beethoven was once overheard shouting at the top of his voice, "I will take life by the throat!" - as he slammed both fists on the keyboard. Fittingly, he died during a fierce thunder storm, and, according to Harold C. Schoenberg, raised himself up to shake his fist defiantly at heavens - to the accompaniment of a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder!]
The noted surgeon Joseph Green endeavored, even on his deathbed, to treat himself. "Congestion," he observed, taking his own pulse, "stopped" - and, having spoken his last, promptly died.
[A similar story is told of Swiss physician Albrecht von Haller.]
"Nancy Astor sat with George Bernard Shaw at his death-bed. The old boy woke up suddenly from a coma and said, 'Nancy, did you ever hear the story of Adela Patti's husband?' It appears that the prima donna and her (foreign) husband arranged a country-house party after what they supposed would be the English fashion. The guests were assembled, the music struck up, when the husband appeared running down the staircase. 'You must all go away. I have found a man in bed with my wife.'
"Consternated, the guests hardly knew what to do and were preparing to leave when the husband appeared again: 'You must all come back. It is quite all right. He has apologized.'"
[These proved to be Shaw's last words.]
[Trivia: Shaw's epitaph? "I knew if I stayed around long enough, something like this would happen."]
Lou Costello liked his food. The famous comedian's final words before dying of a heart attack in 1959? "That was the best ice-cream soda I ever tasted!"
Caligula, famed for his ruthlessness, extravagance, and megalomania, was finally stabbed to death by his own guards. His ironic last words? "I am still alive!"
Orson Welles completed work on Citizen Kane (often called the finest film ever made) in 1942. The Hollywood wunderkind was 27 years old. Despite this auspicious start, however, his career began to follow a downward arc, punctuated by abandoned projects and box-office failures. "I started at the top," Welles himself once lamented, "and worked down."
Indeed he did. His final contribution to the world of film? The voice of "Unicron"... in Transformers: the Movie.
[Welles was rejected for the role of Mr. Roarke on "Fantasy Island"; Aaron Spelling insisted on Ricardo Montalban.]
[Trivia: To show Kane's face aging, Welles wore special contact lenses and makeup which made it hard to see. In one scene, he badly cut his hand on some furniture; in another he fell down a flight of stairs and injured his ankle so badly that he directed from a wheelchair for the next two weeks.]
Bar bet
here's a bar bet. Ask the victim whether he thinks he knows all the Roman numerals on a clock. Then make this wager: "I'll bet you one beer you can't tell me the Roman numeral designations for any three of the twelve numbers on a clock, and I get to pick the numbers." When he agrees, you say, "Eight," and he'll say, "V-I-I-I." You say, "Nine," and he'll pause a moment and say, "I-X." You say, "Four," and he'll pause a shorter moment and say, "IV." Then you point out any proper timepiece with Roman numerals and you'll find that the number four is rendered, for some reason, as "IIII."
Once upon a time a tortoise and a hare had an argument about who was faster. So they decided to settle the argument with a race. They agreed on a route and started off the race.
The hare shot ahead and ran briskly for some time. Then seeing that he was far ahead of the tortoise, he thought he'd sit under a tree for some time and relax before continuing the race. He sat under the tree and soon fell asleep.
The tortoise plodding on, overtook him and soon finished the race, emerging as the undisputed champ.
The hare woke up and realized that he'd lost the race.
The moral- "Slow and steady wins the race." This is the version of the story that we've all grown up with.
BUT THE STORY DOESN'T END HERE..........
There are few more interesting things as it continues......
The hare was disappointed at losing the race and he did some soul-searching. He realized that he'd lost the race only because he had been overconfident, careless and lax.
If he had not taken things for granted, there's no way the tortoise could have beaten him. So he challenged the tortoise to another race.
The tortoise agreed. This time, the hare went all out and ran without stopping from start to finish. He won by several miles.
The moral - " Fast and consistent will always beat the slow and steady. It's good to be slow and steady; but it's better to be fast and reliable."
THE STORY DOESN'T END HERE AGAIN........
The tortoise did some thinking this time, and realized that there's no way it can beat the hare in a race the way it was currently formatted. It thought for a while, and then challenged the hare to another race, but on a slightly different route. The hare agreed. They started off. In keeping with his self-made commitment to be consistently fast, the hare took off and ran at top speed until he came to a broad river. The finishing line was a couple of kilometres on the other side of the river. The hare sat there wondering what to do.
In the meantime the tortoise trundled along, got into the river, swam to the opposite bank, continued walking and finished the race.
The moral - "First identify your core competency and then change the playing field to suit your core competency."
THE STORY STILL HASN'T ENDED......!
The hare and the tortoise, by this time, had become pretty good friends and they did some thinking together.
Both realized that the last race could have been run much better. So they decided to do the last race again, but to run as a team rather than opponents this time.
They started off, and this time the hare carried the tortoise till the riverbank. There, the tortoise took over and swam across with the hare on his back. On the opposite bank, the hare again carried
the tortoise and they reached the finishing line together. They both felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd felt earlier.
The moral - "It's good to be individually brilliant and to have strong
core competencies; but unless you're able to work in a team and harness each other's core competencies, you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well."
Teamwork is mainly about situational leadership, letting the person
with the relevant core competency for a situation take leadership.
Note that neither the hare nor the tortoise gave up after failures. The hare decided to work harder and put in more effort after his failure. The tortoise changed his strategy because he was already working as hard as he could.
In life, when faced with failure, sometimes it is appropriate to work
harder and put in more effort.
Sometimes it is appropriate to change strategy and try something different.
And sometimes it is appropriate to do both.
The hare and the tortoise also learnt another vital lesson. When we stop competing against a rival and instead start competing against the situation, we perform far better.
To sum up- the story of the hare and tortoise has much to say:
Chief among them are that fast and consistent will always beat slow and steady;
work to your competencies;
pooling resources and working as a team will always beat individual performers;
never give up when faced with failure;
& finally, compete against the situation - not against a rival.
LS :thumbsup:
I m impressed. Never heard ever about the 2nd, 3rd, 4th parts of that famous story :P
Tks Kasi! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by kasi_sce
Neither did I hear them until this evening! :lol2:
That was nice lord, Ive read it recently in another website though.
Management theories at its peak :)
Read these beautiful lines:
To realize
The value of a sister
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.
To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.
To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.
To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born.
To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
who has given birth to
A premature baby.
To realize
The value of one week:
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize
The value of one hour:
Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.
To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident...
To! realize
The value of one millisecond:
Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
you can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend:
Lose one.
A student asks a teacher: What is love?
The teacher said: in order to answer your question, go to the paddy field and choose the biggest paddy and come back.
But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.
The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big paddy, but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later. Then he saw
another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.
Later, when he finished more than half of the paddy field, he start to realize that the paddy is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know
he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted. So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.
The teacher told him, this is love... you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person
The student asked: What is marriage then?
The teacher said: In order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back.
But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.
The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he
has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfied, and came back to the teacher.
The teacher told him, this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best
one you get.... this is marriage.
Which means just lower your standards for marriage, and haVE higher standards for love :roll: ! :roll:
nope it means..when you are in love..appreciate and love the perosn you have for who he or she is...though there are many more better people out there...
and once you are married...treasure the married life that you have....
thanx, malsi :D
Yet another gem from u PP ma'm! :thumbsup: :D
I know u wudn't hav liked to be told this but I feel tat sumone like u shud've taken up a career as a school teacher! U seem like the right person for tat kind of job........the no. of young minds u wud've actually nurtured, unlike today's scenario where um......well, a teacher = an exam guide book, as one fellow hubber had pointed out! :(
An unemployed man is desperate to support his family of a wife and three kids. He applies for a janitor's job at a large firm and easily passes an aptitude test.
The human resources manager tells him, "You will be hired at
minimum wage of $5.35 an hour. Let me have your e-mail address so that we can get you in the loop. Our system will automatically e-mail you all the forms and advise you when to start and where to report on your first day."
Taken back, the man protests that he is poor and has neither a
computer nor an e-mail address. To this the manager replies, "You must understand that to a company like ours that means that you virtually do not exist. Without an email address you can hardly expect to be employed by a high-tech firm. Good day."
Stunned, the man leaves. Not knowing where to turn and having only $10 in his wallet, he walks past a farmers' market and sees a stand selling 25 lb. crates of beautiful red tomatoes. He buys a crate, carries it to a busy
corner and displays the tomatoes. In less than 2 hours he sells all the tomatoes and makes 100% profit.
Repeating the process several more times that day, he ends up with almost $100 and arrives home that night with several bags of
groceries for his family.
During the night he decides to repeat the tomato business the next day.
By the end of the week he is getting up early every day and working into the night. He multiplies his profits quickly. Early in
the second week he acquires a cart to transport several boxes of tomatoes at a time, but before a month is up he sells the cart to
buy a broken-down pickup truck.
At the end of a year he owns three old trucks. His two sons have
left their neighborhood gangs to help him with the tomato business, his wife is buying the tomatoes, and his daughter is taking night courses at the community college so she can keep books for him.
By the end of the second year he has a dozen very nice used trucks and employs fifteen previously unemployed people, all selling tomatoes. He continues to work hard.
Time passes and at the end of the fifth year he owns a fleet of
nice trucks and a warehouse that his wife supervises, plus two
tomato farms that the boys manage. The tomato company's payroll has put hundreds of homeless and jobless people to work. His daughter reports that the business grossed a million dollars.
Planning for the future, he decides to buy some life insurance.
Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. Then the adviser asks him for his e-mail address in order to send the final documents electronically.
When the man replies that he doesn't have time to mess with a
computer and has no e-mail address, the insurance man is stunned, "What, you don't have e-mail? No computer? No Internet? Just think where you would be today if you'd had all of that five years ago!"
"Ha!" snorts the man. "If I'd had e-mail five years ago I would be sweeping floors at Microsoft and making $5.35 an hour.
"Which brings us to the moral of the story: Since you got this story
by e-mail, you're probably closer to being a janitor than a
millionaire. :P
Lambretta,I am not sure I would have relished teacher's job in the present scenario! I still believe 'charity begins at home': if each mother takes care of her children's healthy growth the whole society will flourish.
(digression over)
FORWARDED MAIL:
SAVE INDIA !!!
U CAN MAKE A HUGE DIFFERENCE TO THE INDIAN ECONOMY BY FOLLOWING FEW SIMPLE STEPS.
Hi friends
Please spare a couple of minutes here........for the sake of India... our country.
I got this article from one of my friend, but it's true, I can see this from day to day life,
Small example,
Before 5 months 1 CAN $ = IND Rs 32
After 5 months. Now it is 1 CAN $ = IND Rs 37
I don't think so, Canadian Economy is booming, but Indian Economy is Going Down ..
Our Economy is in ur hands
Do u know this, INDIAN economy is in a crisis - As you are all aware ! INDIA like many other ASIAN countries, INDIA is undergoing a severe economic crunch. Many INDIAN industries are closing down. The INDIAN economy is in a crisis and if we do not take proper steps to control those, we will be in a critical situation. More than 30000 crore rupees of foreign exchange are being siphoned out of our country on products such as cosmetics, snacks, tea, beverages...etc which are grown, produced and consumed here .
A cold drink that costs only 70/80 paise to produce is sold for NINE rupees, and a major chunk of profits from these are sent abroad. This is a serious drain on INDIAN economy.
Did you know that " COCA COLA " and " SPRITE " belong to the same multinational company, "COCA COLA " ?
On one hand coke advertisements say that ' JO CHAHO HOJAYE, COCACOLA ENJOY'
(i.e . whatever the hell, let it happen, you drink coke) ; and on the other hand,
Sprite says that 'BHUJAO ONLY PYAS, BAKI ALL BAKWAS'
(i.e. drinks can just quench thirst all other claims are false).
What can you do ?
You can consider some of the better alternatives to aerated drinks.
For that matter PEPSI is also the same
You can drink LEMON JUICE, FRESH FRUIT JUICES, CHILLED LASSI (SWEET OR SOUR), BUTTER MILK, COCONUT WATER, JALJEERA, ENERJEE, MASALA MILK..........
Everyone deserves a healthy drink, including you!
Over and abo! ve all this, economic sanctions have been imposed on us. We have nothing against
Multinational companies, but to protect ou! r own interests we request everybody to use
INDIAN products only for next two years. With the rise in petrol prices, if we do not do this,
the rupee will devalue further and we will end up paying much more for the same products in the near future.
What you can do about it ?
1. Buy only products manufactured by WHOLLY INDIAN COMPANIES.
2. ENROLL as many people as possible for this cause.
Each individual should become a leader for this awareness.
This is the only way to save our country from severe economic crisis.
You don't need to give-up your lifestyle. You just need to choose an alternate product.
All categories of products are available from WHOLLY INDIAN COMPANIES.
LIST OF PRODUCTS
1. BATHING SOAP:
USE - CINTHOL & OTHER GODREJ BRANDS, SANTOOR, WIPRO SHIKAKAI, MYSORE SANDAL, MARGO, NEEM, EVITA, MEDIMIX, GANGA, NIRMA BATH & CHANDRIKA .
INSTEAD OF - LUX, LIFEBOY, REXONA, LIRIL, DOVE, PEARS, HAMAM, LESANCY, CAMAY, PALMOLIVE
2. TOOTH PASTE:
USE - NEEM, BABOOL, PROMISE, VICO VAJRADANTI, PRUDENT, DABUR PRODUCTS,MISWAK.
INSTEAD OF - COLGATE, CLOSE UP, PEPSODENT, CIBACA, FORHANS, MENTADENT .
3. TOOTH BRUSH:
USE - PRUDENT, AJANTA, PROMISE.
INSTEAD OF - COLGATE, CLOSE UP, PEPSODENT, FORHANS. , ORAL-B
4. SHAVING CREAM:
USE - GODREJ, EMANI.
INSTEAD OF - PALMOLIVE, OL! D SPIICE, GILLETE.
5. BLADE:
USE - SUPERMAX, TOPAZ, LAZER, ASHOKA.
INSTEAD OF - SEVEN-O -CLOCK, 365, GILLETTE.
6. TALCUM POWDER:
USE - SANTOOR, GOKUL, CINTHOL, WIPRO BABY POWDER, BOROPLUS
INSTEAD OF - PONDS, OLD SPICE, JOHNSON BABY POWDER, SHOWER TO SHOWER.
7. MILK POWDER:
USE - INDIANA , AMUL, AMULYA..
INSTEAD OF - ANIKSPRAY, MILKANA, EVERYDAY MILK,MILKMAID.
8. SHAMPOO:
USE - LAKME, NIRMA, VELVET
INSTEAD OF - HALO, ALL CLEAR, NYLE, SUNSILK.,HEAD AND SHOULDERS, PANTENE
9. MOBILE CONNECTIONS
USE - BSNL, AIRTEL
INSTEAD OF - HUTCH.
And above all, CLOTHES - STOP BUYING --ALAN PAINE, PETER ENGLAND, ARROW,LOUIS PHILLIPE, LEE, REEBOK,NIKE,VAN HUESEN,CALVIN KLIEN, RAID AND TAYLOR .
Do you know that the cotton is produced in the INDIAN villages, threads are produced in the INDIAN towns, dresses are stitched in INDIAN cities and clothes are purchased by INDIAN customers?
But it is BRANDED as MANUFACTURED BY A MULTINATIONAL COMPANY for which we
LOSE PRECIOUS FOREIGN EXCHANGE.
THE POINT TO NOTE: THE MONEY IS GOING TO SOME DEVELOPEDCOUNTRIES . It is TRUE.
PLEASE go to the remote areas of cities AND SEE FOR YOURSELF THE TRUTH .
Thousands of poor innocent INDIANS are working as tailors for stitching the
WORLD'S POPULAR READYMADE CLOTHES( ALAN PAINE, PETER ENGLAND ETC.....), . BUT THEY ARE PAID A POOR AMOUNT.
THIS IS HAPPENING BECUSE OF OUR IGNORANCE. INDIAIS ONE OF THE MAJOR TEXTILE EXPORTER IN THE WORLD.
OUR TAILORS ARE FAMOUS EVEN IN COUNTRIES LIKE US AND UK.
THEN WHY SHOULD WE BLINDLY GIVE IN TO THE ATTRACTION OF FOREIGN BRANDS?
PLEASE THINK ABOUT IT.
Every INDIAN product you buy makes a big difference. It saves INDIA .
Let us take a firm decision today.
BUY INDIAN TO BE INDIAN we are not against of foreign products.
WE ARE NOT ANTI-MULTINATIONAL.
WE ARE TRYING TO SAVE OUR NATION.
EVERY DAY IS A STRUGGLE FOR A REAL FREEDOM.
WE ACHIEVED OUR INDEPENDENCE AFTER LOSING MANY LIVES.
THEYDIED PAINFULLY TO ENSURE THAT WE LIVE PEACEFULLY . THE CURRENT TREND IS VERY THREATENING.
MULTINATIONALS CALL IT GLOBALISATION OF INDIAN ECONOMY. FOR INDIANS LIKE YOU AND ME IT IS RECOLONISATION OF INDIA.
THE COLONIST'S LEFT INDIA THEN. BUT THIS TIME THEY WILL MAKE SURE THEY DON'T MAKE ANY MISTAKES.
WHO WOULD LIKE TO LET A"GOOSE THAT LAYS GOLDEN EGGS" SLIP AWAY.
PLEASE REMEMBER : POLITICAL FREEDOM IS USELESS WITHOUT ECONOMIC INDEPENDENCE.
RUSSIA , S.KOREA, MEXICO........THE LIST IS VERY LONG!!
LET US LEARN FROM THEIR EXPERIENCE AND FROM OUR HISTORY.
LET US DO THE DUTY OF EVERY TRUE INDIAN.
FINALLY : IT'S OBVIOUS THAT U CAN'T GIVE UP ALL OF THE ITEMS MENTIONED ABOVE,
SO GIVE UP ATLEAST ONE ITEM TO FOR THE SAKE OF OUR COUNTRY.LITTLE DROPS MAKE A GREAT OCEAN.
Jai Hind...............
PP ma'm,
I rem. reading the same fwd. in my old school group from a freind last yr........and yes it is really pitiable!
I never found Coke/Pepsi agreeable neways & I used to take only Sprite.......but gave up even tat last year! So I guess tat makes it one item atleast from my side! :D
Tat MNCs r making huge profits by getting max. work out of our ppl. at a cheap rate is no secret! But the Indian govt. doesn't seem to care & is encouraging them!
Here in AP, the previous CM Chandrababu Naidu had helped setting up of MNCs in AP (mostly Hyd.), taking enormous loans from World Bank, during his govt.'s tenure, thus resulting in loss/closure of industries in AP & State govt. being in debt of WB! :(
For this reason, he attempted various 'solutions' like privatising all govt. owned corporations so tat the income made from public money wud serve as repayment to World Bank!
Heart Determines
It's ok to kiss a fool,
It's ok to let a fool kiss you,
but never ever let a kiss fool you....
It's still best to wait for the one you want
than settle for the one available.
Best to wait for the one you love
than settle for one who's around.
Best to wait for the right one.
Life is short to waste on the wrong person....
It is better to meet the person who will truly love you later,
than meet someone now who promises to love
you but sooner or later leave you forever.....
Never try to impress someone to make himher fall in love with you
If you do, you will be expected to keep the standard for the rest of your life...
Fate determines who comes into our lives. The heart determines who stays...
m'm pavalami pragasam wrote exactly the opposite :?:
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The teacher told him, this is love... you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person
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The teacher told him, this time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best
one you get.... this is marriage
Now you ve got me confused :!: