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Friday, November 27, 2009
மனதை அதிரவைத்த காதல் கதை !!
ஒரு அழகான கிராமம்.அந்தக் கிராமத்தின் தலைவருக்கு ஒரு பெண் இருந்தாள்..அவளைப் போல் ஒரு அழகிய பெண்னை யாரும் பார்த்ததும் இல்லை
கேட்டதும் இல்லை.அந்தப் பெண் பக்கத்து கிராமத்தைச் சேர்ந்த ஒரு சாதாரண வாலிபனைக் காதலிக்க ஆரம்பித்து விட்டாள். இது தெரிந்ததும் மொத்த கிராமமும் அந்தக் காதலை எதிர்க்க ஆரம்பித்தது.இதனால் வேறு வழி தெரியாத காதல் ஜோடி ஊரை விட்டு ஒட தீர்மானித்து ஒரு நாள் யாருக்கும் தெரியாமல் காணாமலும் போய்விட்டனர். உடனே ஊரே சேர்ந்து காதல் ஜோடியைத் தேடியது. இருந்தும் அவர்களால் கண்டு பிடிக்கவே முடியவில்லை. அதன் பிறகு அவர்கள் அந்த்க் காதலை ஏற்றுக் கொள்ள முடிவு செய்து செய்தித்தாளில் விளம்பரமும் கொடுத்தனர்.அதைப் பார்த்த காதல் ஜோடி உடனே ஊர் திரும்பியது. சந்தோஷப் பட்ட ஊர் மக்கள் அந்தக் காதல் ஜோடிக்கு பிரமாண்டமான முறையில் திருமணம் செய்ய முடிவு செய்தனர். திருமணத்திற்குத் தேவையான பொருட்களை வாங்க நகரத்திற்குச் சென்றிருந்தனர்.அப்போது எதிர்பாராதவிதமாக ஒரு லாரி மோதி அந்த வாலிபன் அந்தப் பெண் எதிரிலேயே உயிர் துறந்தான். உடனே அந்தப் பெண்னும் மனநிலை பாதிக்கப்பட்டாள். ரொம்ப நாட்களுக்குப் பிறகு நினைவு திரும்பிய அந்தப் பெண் குடும்பத்தினருடன் வசித்து வந்தாள். திடீரென்று ஒரு நாள் அப்பெண்னின் தாய் ஒரு கனவு கண்டாள். அதில் ஒரு தேவதை தோன்றி அவள் மகள் அவளுடைய
காதலன் நினைவாக வைத்திருக்கும் உடையில் இருக்கும் இரத்த்க் கறையை உடனே துவைக்க வேண்டும் என்றது,இல்லா விட்டால் மோசமான விளைவுகள் ஏற்படும் என்றும் எச்சரிக்கை செய்தது. அவள் தாய் கனவை மதிக்கவில்லை. அடுத்த நாள் அதே தேவதை அந்தப் பெண்னின் தந்தையிடமும் கனவில் எச்சரித்தது.ஆனால் அவரும் அதைக் கண்டு கொள்ளவில்லை அடுத்த நாள் அப்பெண்னின் கனவிலேயே தோன்றி எச்சரித்தது.அவள் உடனே தாயிடம் கனவைப் பற்றிக் கூறினாள். அதன் பிறகே அதன் முக்கியத்துவம் உணரப்பட்டது.அவள் தாய் அதை துவைக்கக் கூறினாள். உடனே அந்தப் பெண்னும் அதைத் துவைத்தாள். இருந்தும் தேவதை மறுபடியும் அடுத்த நாள் கனவில் வந்து கறை சரியாகப் போகவில்லை என்று எச்சரித்தது. மறுபடியும் அப்பெண் அத்துணியைத் துவைத்தாள்.இருந்தும் கறை போகவில்லை. அடுத்த நாள் காலையில் அழைப்புமணி ஒலிக்கவே அந்தப் பெண் கதவைத் திறந்தாள்.அப்போது கனவில் வரும் அதே பெண் நின்று கொண்டிருந்தாள். அவள் முகம் கனவில் வருவதைப் போல் கனிவாக இல்லாமல் வெளிறிப் போய் இருந்தது.உடனே இவள் பயத்தினால் அலறினாள். அந்தத் தேவதை கோபத்துடன் கூறியது,"லூசாடி நீ!,ஸர்ப் எக்ஸல் போடு கறை போயிடும்" என்றது.
கேட்டதும் இல்லை.அந்தப் பெண் பக்கத்து கிராமத்தைச் சேர்ந்த ஒரு சாதாரண வாலிபனைக் காதலிக்க ஆரம்பித்து விட்டாள். இது தெரிந்ததும் மொத்த கிராமமும் அந்தக் காதலை எதிர்க்க ஆரம்பித்தது.இதனால் வேறு வழி தெரியாத காதல் ஜோடி ஊரை விட்டு ஒட தீர்மானித்து ஒரு நாள் யாருக்கும் தெரியாமல் காணாமலும் போய்விட்டனர். உடனே ஊரே சேர்ந்து காதல் ஜோடியைத் தேடியது. இருந்தும் அவர்களால் கண்டு பிடிக்கவே முடியவில்லை. அதன் பிறகு அவர்கள் அந்த்க் காதலை ஏற்றுக் கொள்ள முடிவு செய்து செய்தித்தாளில் விளம்பரமும் கொடுத்தனர்.அதைப் பார்த்த காதல் ஜோடி உடனே ஊர் திரும்பியது. சந்தோஷப் பட்ட ஊர் மக்கள் அந்தக் காதல் ஜோடிக்கு பிரமாண்டமான முறையில் திருமணம் செய்ய முடிவு செய்தனர். திருமணத்திற்குத் தேவையான பொருட்களை வாங்க நகரத்திற்குச் சென்றிருந்தனர்.அப்போது எதிர்பாராதவிதமாக ஒரு லாரி மோதி அந்த வாலிபன் அந்தப் பெண் எதிரிலேயே உயிர் துறந்தான். உடனே அந்தப் பெண்னும் மனநிலை பாதிக்கப்பட்டாள். ரொம்ப நாட்களுக்குப் பிறகு நினைவு திரும்பிய அந்தப் பெண் குடும்பத்தினருடன் வசித்து வந்தாள். திடீரென்று ஒரு நாள் அப்பெண்னின் தாய் ஒரு கனவு கண்டாள். அதில் ஒரு தேவதை தோன்றி அவள் மகள் அவளுடைய
காதலன் நினைவாக வைத்திருக்கும் உடையில் இருக்கும் இரத்த்க் கறையை உடனே துவைக்க வேண்டும் என்றது,இல்லா விட்டால் மோசமான விளைவுகள் ஏற்படும் என்றும் எச்சரிக்கை செய்தது. அவள் தாய் கனவை மதிக்கவில்லை. அடுத்த நாள் அதே தேவதை அந்தப் பெண்னின் தந்தையிடமும் கனவில் எச்சரித்தது.ஆனால் அவரும் அதைக் கண்டு கொள்ளவில்லை அடுத்த நாள் அப்பெண்னின் கனவிலேயே தோன்றி எச்சரித்தது.அவள் உடனே தாயிடம் கனவைப் பற்றிக் கூறினாள். அதன் பிறகே அதன் முக்கியத்துவம் உணரப்பட்டது.அவள் தாய் அதை துவைக்கக் கூறினாள். உடனே அந்தப் பெண்னும் அதைத் துவைத்தாள். இருந்தும் தேவதை மறுபடியும் அடுத்த நாள் கனவில் வந்து கறை சரியாகப் போகவில்லை என்று எச்சரித்தது. மறுபடியும் அப்பெண் அத்துணியைத் துவைத்தாள்.இருந்தும் கறை போகவில்லை. அடுத்த நாள் காலையில் அழைப்புமணி ஒலிக்கவே அந்தப் பெண் கதவைத் திறந்தாள்.அப்போது கனவில் வரும் அதே பெண் நின்று கொண்டிருந்தாள். அவள் முகம் கனவில் வருவதைப் போல் கனிவாக இல்லாமல் வெளிறிப் போய் இருந்தது.உடனே இவள் பயத்தினால் அலறினாள். அந்தத் தேவதை கோபத்துடன் கூறியது,"லூசாடி நீ!,ஸர்ப் எக்ஸல் போடு கறை போயிடும்" என்றது.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
The Honest Priest..
A distinguished young woman on a flight from Switzerland said to the priest beside her,
"Father, may I ask a favor?"
"Of course. What may I do for you?"
"Well, I bought an expensive electronic hair remover that is well over the Customs limits and I'm afraid they'll confiscate it.
Is there anyway you could carry it through Customs for me? ...Under your robes perhaps?"
"I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you: I will not lie."
"With your honest face, Father, no one will question you."
When they got to Customs, she let the priest go ahead of her.The official asked, "Father, do you have anything to declare?"
"From the top of my head down to my waist, I have nothing to declare."
The official thought this answer strange, so asked,"And what do you have to declare from your waist to the floor?"
"I have a marvelous little instrument designed to be used on a woman, which is, to date, unused."
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Perils of Online errors
Wrong email id -- too good
A man checked into a hotel.
There was a computer in his room,
So he decided to send an e-mail to his wife.
However, he accidentally typed a wrong e-mail address,
and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.
Meanwhile...
Somewhere in Houston ,
a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral.
The widow decided to check her e-mail,
expecting condolence messages from relatives and friends.
After reading the first message, she fainted.
The widow's son rushed into the room,
found his mother on the floor,
and saw the computer screen which read:
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To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Reached
Date: 21 Nov 2009
I know you're surprised to hear from me.
They gave computers here,
and we are allowed to send e-mails to loved ones.
I've just reached and have been checked in..
I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
Looking forward to seeing you TOMORROW!
A man checked into a hotel.
There was a computer in his room,
So he decided to send an e-mail to his wife.
However, he accidentally typed a wrong e-mail address,
and without realizing his error, he sent the e-mail.
Meanwhile...
Somewhere in Houston ,
a widow had just returned from her husband's funeral.
The widow decided to check her e-mail,
expecting condolence messages from relatives and friends.
After reading the first message, she fainted.
The widow's son rushed into the room,
found his mother on the floor,
and saw the computer screen which read:
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To: My Loving Wife
Subject: I've Reached
Date: 21 Nov 2009
I know you're surprised to hear from me.
They gave computers here,
and we are allowed to send e-mails to loved ones.
I've just reached and have been checked in..
I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
Looking forward to seeing you TOMORROW!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Michael's Night ( A Touching Story)
Michael's Night
~ Author Unknown
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons - something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils.
One such student was Michael. Michael was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Michael. But Michael said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.
So I took him as a student. Well, Michael began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Michael tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday."
But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Michael off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Michael stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming -- he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Michael (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital.
I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify.
He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf, I've just got to play!" he insisted.
I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.
The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives.
I put Michael up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer'.
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Michael came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"
Michael pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major.
I was not prepared for what I heard next.
His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by a person his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Michael in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Michael! How'd you do it?"
Through the microphone Michael explained: "Well Miss Hondorf, remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning and well... She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.
As the people from Social Services led Michael from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy, and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Michael as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy -- of Michael's! He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why?
~ Author Unknown
At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons - something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students. However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils.
One such student was Michael. Michael was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Michael. But Michael said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.
So I took him as a student. Well, Michael began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Michael tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel. But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn.
Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom's going to hear me play someday."
But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Michael off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in.
Then one day Michael stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming -- he was a bad advertisement for my teaching!
Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital. To my surprise Michael (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital.
I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify.
He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing. "Miss Hondorf, I've just got to play!" he insisted.
I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right.
The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives.
I put Michael up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at the end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer'.
Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Michael came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. "Why didn't he dress up like the other students?" I thought. "Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?"
Michael pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major.
I was not prepared for what I heard next.
His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by a person his age.
After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause.
Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Michael in joy. "I've never heard you play like that Michael! How'd you do it?"
Through the microphone Michael explained: "Well Miss Hondorf, remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning and well... She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special."
There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening.
As the people from Social Services led Michael from the stage to be placed into foster care, I noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy, and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Michael as my pupil.
No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy -- of Michael's! He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of perseverance and love and believing in yourself and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Some MINDBLOWING Dialogues
1) U can study and get any certificates. But u cannot get ur death certificate
2) U may have AIRTEL or BSNL connection but when u
sneeze u ll say HUTCH
3 ) U can bcome an engineer if u study in
engineering college. U cannot bcom a president if
u studies in Presidency College
4 ) U can expect a BUS from a BUS stop ... u
cannot expect a FULL from FULL stop
5) A mechanical engineer can bcom a mechanic but a
software engineer cannot bcom a software
6 ) U can find tea in teacup. But cannot find world
in world cup
7) U can find keys in Keyboard but u cannot find mother in motherboard.
2) U may have AIRTEL or BSNL connection but when u
sneeze u ll say HUTCH
3 ) U can bcome an engineer if u study in
engineering college. U cannot bcom a president if
u studies in Presidency College
4 ) U can expect a BUS from a BUS stop ... u
cannot expect a FULL from FULL stop
5) A mechanical engineer can bcom a mechanic but a
software engineer cannot bcom a software
6 ) U can find tea in teacup. But cannot find world
in world cup
7) U can find keys in Keyboard but u cannot find mother in motherboard.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Making a baby.
The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife good-bye and said, 'Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon.'
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the door bell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'
'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'
'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'
'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat!
After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'
'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there. '
'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me!'
'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time.. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'
'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.
'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'
'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.
'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with..'
'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.
'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'
'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I ha d to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'
'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'
'Tripod?'
'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on.. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'
Mrs. Smith fainted.
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the door bell, hoping to make a sale. 'Good morning, Ma'am', he said, 'I've come to...'
'Oh, no need to explain,' Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, 'I've been expecting you.'
'Have you really?' said the photographer. 'Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?'
'Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat!
After a moment she asked, blushing, 'Well, where do we start?'
'Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there. '
'Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work for Harry and me!'
'Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time.. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results.'
'My, that's a lot!', gasped Mrs. Smith.
'Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that.'
'Don't I know it,' said Mrs. Smith quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. 'This was done on the top of a bus,' he said.
'Oh, my God!' Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
'And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with..'
'She was difficult?' asked Mrs. Smith.
'Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look'
'Four and five deep?' said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
'Yes', the photographer replied. 'And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I ha d to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in.'
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. 'Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?'
'It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away.'
'Tripod?'
'Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on.. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long.'
Mrs. Smith fainted.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Two seriously ill men
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man eagerly asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't .
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man eagerly asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't .
Saturday, October 10, 2009
I am your Guardian Angel
A Man was walking down a street when he heard a voice from behind, 'If you take one more step, a brick will fall down on your head and kill you.'
The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him. The man was astonished. He went on, and after a while he was going to cross the road. Once again the voice shouted, 'Stop ! Stand still ! If you take one more step a car will run over you, and you will die.'
The man did as he was instructed, just as a car came creekking around the corner, barely missing him. The man asked. 'Who are you?'
'I am your Guardian Angel,' the voice answered.
'Oh, yeah?' the man said 'And where the hell were you when I got married?
The man stopped and a big brick fell right in front of him. The man was astonished. He went on, and after a while he was going to cross the road. Once again the voice shouted, 'Stop ! Stand still ! If you take one more step a car will run over you, and you will die.'
The man did as he was instructed, just as a car came creekking around the corner, barely missing him. The man asked. 'Who are you?'
'I am your Guardian Angel,' the voice answered.
'Oh, yeah?' the man said 'And where the hell were you when I got married?
Friday, October 09, 2009
Poor groom
Everyone in the wedding ceremony was watching the radiant bride as her father escorted her down the aisle to give away to the groom. They reached the altar and the waiting groom; the bride kissed her father and placed something in his hand. Everyone in the room was wondering what was given to the father by the bride.
The father could feel the suspense in the air and all eyes were on him to divulge the secret and say something. So he announced :
'Ladies and Gentlemen. Today is the luckiest day of my life ...' Then he raised his hands with what his daughter gave him and continued, 'My daughter finally, finally returned my Credit Card to me.'
The whole audience including the priest started laughing . . . . . But not the poor Groom ! ! !
The father could feel the suspense in the air and all eyes were on him to divulge the secret and say something. So he announced :
'Ladies and Gentlemen. Today is the luckiest day of my life ...' Then he raised his hands with what his daughter gave him and continued, 'My daughter finally, finally returned my Credit Card to me.'
The whole audience including the priest started laughing . . . . . But not the poor Groom ! ! !
Thursday, October 08, 2009
The Empty Jar And 2 Cups of Coffee
When things in your life seem, Almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the story of the empty jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students, If the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked The students again If the jar was full..
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced Two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, As the laughter subsided.
'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else -- The small stuff.
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things That are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time
To clean the house and fix the disposal.
'Take care of the golf balls first -- The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.'
So when shall we have a cup of coffee...?
Remember the story of the empty jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students, If the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked The students again If the jar was full..
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced Two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, As the laughter subsided.
'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else -- The small stuff.
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things That are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time
To clean the house and fix the disposal.
'Take care of the golf balls first -- The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.'
So when shall we have a cup of coffee...?
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Recruitment for "Chairman of Microsoft Europe"
Bill Gates organized an enormous session to recruit a new Chairman for Microsoft Europe. 5000 candidates assembled in a large room.
One candidate is our Ramasamy.
Bill Gates: Thank you for coming. Those who do not know JAVA may leave.
2000 people leave the room.
Ramasamy says to himself, 'I do not know JAVA, but I nothing to lose if I stay. I'll give it a try !'
Bill Gates: Candidates who never had experience of managing more than 100 people may leave.
Another 2000 people leave the room.
Ramasamy says to 'I never managed anybody by myself, but I have nothing to lose if I stay. What can happen to me ?' So he stays.
Bill Gates: Candidates who do not have management diplomas may leave.
Then, 500 people leave the room.
Ramasamy says to himself, 'I left school at 15, but what have I got to lose ?' So he stays in the room.
Lastly, Bill Gates asked the candidates who do not speak Serbo-Croat to leave.
Now, 498 people leave the room.
Ramasamy says to himself, 'I do not speak one word of Serbo-Croat but what do I have to lose ?' So he stays and finds himself with one other candidate; Everyone else has gone.
Bill Gates joined them and said 'Apparently you are the only two candidates who speak Serbo-Croat, so I'd now like to hear you have a conversation together in that language.'
Calmly, our Ramasamy turns to the other candidate and says 'endha ooru?'
The other candidate answers… 'Madurai pakkam'
"vazhga tamil"
One candidate is our Ramasamy.
Bill Gates: Thank you for coming. Those who do not know JAVA may leave.
2000 people leave the room.
Ramasamy says to himself, 'I do not know JAVA, but I nothing to lose if I stay. I'll give it a try !'
Bill Gates: Candidates who never had experience of managing more than 100 people may leave.
Another 2000 people leave the room.
Ramasamy says to 'I never managed anybody by myself, but I have nothing to lose if I stay. What can happen to me ?' So he stays.
Bill Gates: Candidates who do not have management diplomas may leave.
Then, 500 people leave the room.
Ramasamy says to himself, 'I left school at 15, but what have I got to lose ?' So he stays in the room.
Lastly, Bill Gates asked the candidates who do not speak Serbo-Croat to leave.
Now, 498 people leave the room.
Ramasamy says to himself, 'I do not speak one word of Serbo-Croat but what do I have to lose ?' So he stays and finds himself with one other candidate; Everyone else has gone.
Bill Gates joined them and said 'Apparently you are the only two candidates who speak Serbo-Croat, so I'd now like to hear you have a conversation together in that language.'
Calmly, our Ramasamy turns to the other candidate and says 'endha ooru?'
The other candidate answers… 'Madurai pakkam'
"vazhga tamil"
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