Monday, May 17, 2010

Special People...!
















The special people in this world are the most precious and appreciated people of all.

No matter what happens, they always understand.

They go a million miles out of their way.
They hold your hand, they bring you smiles,
when a smile is exactly what you need.

They listen, and they hear what
is said in the spaces between the words.
They care, and they let you know
you're in their prayers.

Special people always know the
perfect thing to do.

They can make your whole day just
by saying something that no one else
could have said.

Sometimes you feel like they share
with you a secret language
that others can't tune into.

Special people can guide you,
inspire you, comfort you,
and light up your life with laughter.

Special people understand your
moods and nurture your needs,
and they lovingly know just what you're after.

When your feelings come from deep inside
and need to be spoken to someone;
you don't have to hide them,
you share ... with special people.

When good news comes,
special people are the first
ones you turn to.

When feelings overflow and tears need to fall, special people help you through it all.

Special people bring sunlight into your life.
They warm your world with their presence,
whether they are far away or close by your side.
Special people are gifts that bring happiness,
and treasures that money can't buy.

To all the "Special People" in the world!
God Bless and Keep You!





Thank You.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

I Wanted To Live ! Mommy...!


Dear Mommy,


         I am in Heaven now... I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existence. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.






Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.





That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop.



Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.





Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.



And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me away to a wonderful place... Then I was happy. I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion". I am sorry, for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.










Love,
Your Baby Girl.





 (STOP ABORTION PLEASE)

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Eight Lies of a Mother...!





     This story begins when | was a child; I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transfering her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this ricek, son! I'm not hungry."


This was Mother's First Lie.

     As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, shw would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when i saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish."

This was Mother's Second Lie.


      Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs, one wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late:you can continue working tomorrow morning."Mother smiled and said, "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired."


This was Mother's Third Lie.

 

     When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother Accompanied me. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her... Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love. Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said, "Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!".

This was Mother's Fourth Lie.



     After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our ther neighbours saw that we are proverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying, "I don't need love."


This was Mother's Fifth Lie.

      
     After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables, I kept sending her money but she was steadest and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough money."


That was Mother's Sixth Lie.

     I continued my part-time studies for my master's Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a jump in a salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjou life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; "I'm not used to high living."


That was Mother's Seventh Lie.

     In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living for across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken Because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain."


That was Mother's Eight Lie.


     Telling me this, her eight lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!


M-O-T-H-E-R

"M" is for her Million things she gave me,
"O" means Only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the Tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her Heart of gold,
"E" is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,
"R" means Right, and right she'll always be.

Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER" a word that means the world to me.

For those of you who are lucky to be still blesses with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is bautiful, For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful.








Thank You !
Mumma.

I LOVE U.
Ravneet.




Tuesday, May 4, 2010

21 Messages for U !


ONE. 
Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.



TWO. 
Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. 



THREE. 
Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.



FOUR. 
When you say, 'I love you,' mean it. 



FIVE. 
When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.. 



SIX. 
Be engaged at least six months before you get married.


SEVEN.
 Believe in love at first sight.



EIGHT. 
Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much. 



NINE. 
Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.. 



TEN... 
In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. 


ELEVEN..
 Don't judge people by their relatives.



TWELVE. 
Talk slowly but think quickly. 



THIRTEEN! ... 
When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?' 



FOURTEEN.. 
Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk. 



FIFTEEN. 
Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze. 



SIXTEEN. 
When you lose, don't lose the lesson. 


SEVENTEEN.
 Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions. 


EIGHTEEN.
 Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. 



NINETEEN. 
When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. 



TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.



TWENTY- ONE. 
Spend some time alone.





Ravneet. 

The Love of Parents.




















         An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.
 
The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"
 
The Son replied "It is a crow".
 
After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, "What is this?"
 
The Son said "Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".
 
After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,
 
What is this?"
 
At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow".
 
A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, "What is this?"
 
This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"
 
A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-
 
"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".
 
While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.
 
So..
 
If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.
 
They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".
 
Say a prayer to God, "I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

I Love you my mom & dad !
Ravneet.

Heart of Gratitude!!!




A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat.









A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"


The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way."

I wrote: "Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it."

Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?


Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.

When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…

And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!

Enjoy your day with a heart of gratitude .
Ravneet.

I AM THERE 4 U !





















I Am There

You cannot see Me,
Yet I am the Light you see by.

You cannot hear Me,
Yet I speak through your voice.

You cannot feel Me,
Yet I am the power at work in your hands.

I am at work
Though you do not understand My ways.

I am at work
Though you do not recognize My works.

I am not strange visions,
I am not mysteries...
Only in absolute stillness beyond self
Can you know Me as I am
And then but as a feeling and a faith.


Yet, I am there.   Yet I hear.
Yet I answer.
When you need  Me, I am there.

Even if you deny Me, I am there.
Even when you feel most alone, I am there.
Even in your fears, I am there.
Even in your pain, I am there.

I am there when you pray
And when you do not pray.

I am in you
You are in Me.

I am the law
On which the movement of the stars
And the growth of living cells are founded.

I am the love
That is law's fulfilling.

I am assurance.
I am peace.
I am openness.

I am the law
That you live by.

I am the love
That you cling to.
I am your peace.

I am one with you.
Beloved , I am there.




Will you be Mine !


Will you be Mine !!!

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SHARE YOURSELF TODAY AS I'll DO !

Did you share yourself today?

       In a country where millions struggle for bare necessities, scores of obscure Indians try their best to meet the gap between the rich and poor.

 

             ARE you one of those whose heart is full of compassion but the pockets don’t quite match up? Don’t worry. In a country where millions struggle for basic necessities, money isn’t the only way to reach out. Keep aside your cheque book and explore more meaningful ways to make a difference in this world. Yes, this story is not about the huge sums of money that mighty corporates or the rich donate. We are also not talking about how we ‘gift’ clothes that we’ve outgrown or offerings made out of religious compulsions on auspicious days.
    Here we are talking about people like Nandan Pandya, who hit the headlines for distributing footwear among the barefoot poor at traffic signals in Mumbai or the 70-year-old man who attends every wedding in his locality in Navi Mumbai to collect leftover food and feed the hungry kids in his neighbourhood. We are talking about the nameless and faceless Indian who reaches
out to the needy on his way to work, in unusual ways.
    You don’t need much to be an everyday philanthropist. As Ajit Singh Narulla from Delhi’s Rajouri Garden realised. A real estate builder, Narulla and his friends set out on mini trucks every evening with potable water tanks to distribute drinking water in the shanties of west Delhi. Narulla says, “These shanties have no water supply and it can be terrible in Delhi’s punishing heat. We thought that we could help by getting a little proactive.” They take turns and bear the expense them
selves. “The remaining water is used to fill huge earthen pots that we’ve installed in strategic points in Rajouri,” he adds.
    Meet Ratan Chheda from a posh Mumbai locality. A Parsi from Kutch, Mrs Chheda unflinchingly delivers five litres of buttermilk everyday for the three summer months at a nearby milk booth
to be distributed amongst the thirsty vendors, watchmen and taxi drivers. “Chaach or buttermilk is like nectar for a Parsi family, the most vital drink for the day. It gives me immense joy to share a nutritious glass with the thirsty traveller or labourer,” says Chheda. Astrologer Sunita Chhabra says, “Giving should not be a selfish act. Astrology says ‘concentrate
    on karma and not on the

fruits of karma’. Give because you wish to give, not because you think you have to.”
“Give something that you enjoy yourself,” says Mumbai-based grooming expert Chhaya Momaya, who takes a bunch of urchins every Friday to a Chinese joint or buys them fluffy pastry, bags of potato chips and Pepsi. “Kids will always remain kids. They long to taste the goodies that they see us buying, and there’s no happiness like sharing a meal you love with those who truly relish it,” she says. R Kumar, a Delhi-based journalist, never
leaves home without packets of glucose biscuits in his car. He hands them to poor kids and cops stationed at traffic lights. Kumar feels, “It’s better than giving them money. As for the cops, they are just grateful that someone even stopped by to think of them!”
There are scores of others who go about their daily business without even letting their families know. Surprisingly, most of them didn’t want to be named but at the same time agreed that “sharing their experiences would encourage more people to come forward to reach out to the needy”. Says Anant Nad
karni of Tata Council for Community Initiatives, “Giving should not be under pressures of fear, desires or some form of deprivation or guilt wherein the whole ‘act of giving’ could be some kind of a compensatory behaviour. What is important is to understand that giving is about the receiver.”
    Always wanted to help but couldn’t figure out the right way? Take a cue from Rohan Solomon, lead vocalist of rock band Cyanide. Little girls at Khushi Home in Delhi call him ‘guitar wale bhaiyya’. He drops in during his free time and shares some music with the kids. He also gets them Tom and Jerry DVDs. “What most people don’t realise is that these kids have the right to have fun as much as they have the right to food, clothing, shelter and education.”

    “Engineering student Pradip Ugra from Pune, who spends his birthdays with the elderly in an old age home, agrees. “It’s heartening to see the smiles on their faces. Sometimes altruism can be nothing but giving your time to make someone smile.”
    Delhi-based businessman Nitin Gupta’s
family doesn’t make offerings to priests on shraadh ceremonies. The entire family shares food and spends the day playing antakshri with blind kids from an orphanage in Vikaspuri, Delhi on such occasions. “There is so much hunger around that food never gets wasted here,” says a known lady restaurateur from Delhi, letting out a trade secret. “The leftover food in every restaurant is eaten by the waiters and their families.” Five-star hotels like the Taj Palace Delhi gives away surplus food to Father Agnel Bal Bhavan, a hostel for lepers. The Le Meridien gives excess food to Asian Food Bank and other leftovers to People for Animals. Meridien regularly gives wilted flowers to an NGO for women and children where natural colour is turned into dye. The remaining food from the Times of India Mumbai’s director and executive canteens goes to Pavement Club, a project for street and underprivileged children.
    If you’ve wondered about the authenticity of those mute donation boxes in malls, we would say it’s safe to dip into your wal
let. Pradyuman of CRY, Delhi, says, “Though the percentage of these collections is less than donations from corporates and individuals, it definitely helps our cause.”
    Prasad Dhume, a former engineer, gave up his job to
dedicate full time to the cause of those who have their upper knee amputated, by providing them low-cost artificial limb accessories. He says, “Giving is our culture. But give what they want rather than give what you have!” So, the next time you see that girl next door feeding biscuits to her canine friends don’t think how deep your pockets are. It’s your feelings that matter! 

 

 

Special Thanks to :-

Indrani Rajkhowa Banerjee. (Times Life!/Times Of India)