Tuesday 28 July 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: THE SAPIENT GOAT
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: THE SAPIENT GOAT: (jai ma kali) THE SAPIENT GOAT ********************* ...
THE SAPIENT GOAT
(jai ma kali)
THE SAPIENT GOAT
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There was a bridge over a river in the propinquity of a hamlet.It was too narrow to let the two persons cross it simultaneously.
One day an obdurate and pugnacious goat was crossing it. When she reached the centre of the bridge, she was confronted by another goat coming from the opposite direction.As the two goats could not cross simultaneously, the first goat bleated to the other, "Get back.Let me cross first."
"Why should I get back?"baaed the other,"You get back."
A frightful arguement ensued between them.
Incensed, the first goat tilted her horns to strike the other.The other goat who was sapient and understanding trilled,"Halt! If we indulge into physical wrangle, we will both flump down into the river and get submerged into the water. I shall lie down and you walk over me."
Then the wise goat laid down on the bridge and the recalcitrant goat walked over her.
So they grossed the bridge comfortably and went on their way.
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MORAL....A little bit of understanding and patience can ward off an impending crisis.
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THE SAPIENT GOAT
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There was a bridge over a river in the propinquity of a hamlet.It was too narrow to let the two persons cross it simultaneously.
One day an obdurate and pugnacious goat was crossing it. When she reached the centre of the bridge, she was confronted by another goat coming from the opposite direction.As the two goats could not cross simultaneously, the first goat bleated to the other, "Get back.Let me cross first."
"Why should I get back?"baaed the other,"You get back."
A frightful arguement ensued between them.
Incensed, the first goat tilted her horns to strike the other.The other goat who was sapient and understanding trilled,"Halt! If we indulge into physical wrangle, we will both flump down into the river and get submerged into the water. I shall lie down and you walk over me."
Then the wise goat laid down on the bridge and the recalcitrant goat walked over her.
So they grossed the bridge comfortably and went on their way.
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MORAL....A little bit of understanding and patience can ward off an impending crisis.
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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Friday 17 July 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: MERCHANT OF PEACE
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: MERCHANT OF PEACE: jai ma kali MERCHANT OF PEACE ************************** About a centur...
MERCHANT OF PEACE
jai ma kali
MERCHANT OF PEACE
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About a century ago, one fine morning, an oom opened and looked at the morning newspaper. He was utterly shocked and stunned to read his name in obituary column. It was a faux pas committed by the newspaper staff. Regaining his composure a tad later,he thought to find out what people had said about him. The obituary read,
" Dynamite King dies.He was the merchant of death."
This oom was the inventor of dynamite.When he read the words'merchant of death', he mused,"Is this how I am going to be remembered?"From that day on, he began working for peace. His name was Alfred Nobel and he is remembered today by the Nobel Prize. Just as he redefined his values, we ought to step back and emulate his example.
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Ask yourself...
"How would I like to be remembered after death? Will I be spoken well of? Will I be remembered with love and respect? Will I be missed?"
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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MERCHANT OF PEACE
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About a century ago, one fine morning, an oom opened and looked at the morning newspaper. He was utterly shocked and stunned to read his name in obituary column. It was a faux pas committed by the newspaper staff. Regaining his composure a tad later,he thought to find out what people had said about him. The obituary read,
" Dynamite King dies.He was the merchant of death."
This oom was the inventor of dynamite.When he read the words'merchant of death', he mused,"Is this how I am going to be remembered?"From that day on, he began working for peace. His name was Alfred Nobel and he is remembered today by the Nobel Prize. Just as he redefined his values, we ought to step back and emulate his example.
*****************************************Lesson to be learnt from this story--------------
Ask yourself...
"How would I like to be remembered after death? Will I be spoken well of? Will I be remembered with love and respect? Will I be missed?"
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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Tuesday 14 July 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: THE TRULY KIND
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: THE TRULY KIND: (jai ma kali) THE TRULY KIND ****************** ...
THE TRULY KIND
(jai ma kali)
THE TRULY KIND
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Once upon a time there lived a learned potentate who was known for his benevolence.He used to entertain men of letter, musicians, songsters and artists and rewarded them with handsome gifts.
One day his courtiers brought a new soloist to the court. He yodelled so beautifully and melodiously that everyone was spellbound.The potentate showered many riches on him.A courtier nudged him to sing in adulation of the potentate as he is the kindest person in the whole world.The songster trilled," No doubt he is kind but not the kindest."
Hearing this, the potentate gurgled with ire.However he suppressed his wrath and asked,"If I am not the kindest person, who is it then?"
A stony taciturnity prevailed in the court.Bowing to the potentate, the soloist whispered,"Sir, the one person I know is Anarsa Devi."
"Anarsa Devi? Who has ever heard of her?",thundered the potentate.The soloist answered," Who among the impecunious does not know her? She is an old lady who squats by the city gate and gives every ti--
red and thirsty passer-by a drink of sweet water and the balm of kind words and blessings."
He continued," Sir,your kindness is given to people like us who are already rich due to your kindness. But old Anarsa Devi gives her love and care to the poor and weary.You can now judge for yourself who is more kind--a great potentate like you or a poor woman like Anarsa?"
Tears welled up in the potentate's eyes."You are right.I agree with you in toto".
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MORAL--- KINDNESS MUST BE PLACED WHERE IT IS NEEDED MOST.
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THE TRULY KIND
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Once upon a time there lived a learned potentate who was known for his benevolence.He used to entertain men of letter, musicians, songsters and artists and rewarded them with handsome gifts.
One day his courtiers brought a new soloist to the court. He yodelled so beautifully and melodiously that everyone was spellbound.The potentate showered many riches on him.A courtier nudged him to sing in adulation of the potentate as he is the kindest person in the whole world.The songster trilled," No doubt he is kind but not the kindest."
Hearing this, the potentate gurgled with ire.However he suppressed his wrath and asked,"If I am not the kindest person, who is it then?"
A stony taciturnity prevailed in the court.Bowing to the potentate, the soloist whispered,"Sir, the one person I know is Anarsa Devi."
"Anarsa Devi? Who has ever heard of her?",thundered the potentate.The soloist answered," Who among the impecunious does not know her? She is an old lady who squats by the city gate and gives every ti--
red and thirsty passer-by a drink of sweet water and the balm of kind words and blessings."
He continued," Sir,your kindness is given to people like us who are already rich due to your kindness. But old Anarsa Devi gives her love and care to the poor and weary.You can now judge for yourself who is more kind--a great potentate like you or a poor woman like Anarsa?"
Tears welled up in the potentate's eyes."You are right.I agree with you in toto".
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MORAL--- KINDNESS MUST BE PLACED WHERE IT IS NEEDED MOST.
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Wednesday 8 July 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES: jai ma kali HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ...
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES: jai ma kali HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ...
HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES
jai ma kali
HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES
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Long ago, there lived a great poet by name Jayasi. He was as ugly as sin but he was a learned poet. He wrote many beautiful verses in Hindi which earned him name and fame through out the country.
The king came to know of him and summoned him to his court. When the poet entered the court, everyone present there burst into peals of laughter to see his outlandish anatomy and ignoble face. Even the king could not suppress his smile. Jayasi understood the king's thoughts. He addressed the king," Your Majesty, are you cachinnating at the pot or at the potter?"
The king was intelligent. He understood what the poet had meant. He stepped down from his throne and taking the poet by the hand, seated him on a chair of honour.
The nobles of the court were flummoxed at the king's attitude. They thought that the poet would be meted out dire punishment for his audacity in addressing the king.But the king thought otherwise.He asked the poet to recite some of his poems. When the poet hummed his poems, the king was highly impressed. He showered upon him fulsome praise and gave him many gifts and a robe of honour.
When the nobles asked the king why did not he punish the poet for insulting him, the king beamed at their foolishness and said,"O nobles!The potter makes pots of all shapes,ugly as well as beautiful. Our potter is God. He makes us what we are. So if I cachinnate at the ugliness of a person, am I not being disrespectful to God?"
The nobles realised their folly and hung their pates in utter shame.
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MORAL----
Real beauty lies inside a person.
Don't judge people by their looks.
Judge them by what they say and do.
HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES !!
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES
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Long ago, there lived a great poet by name Jayasi. He was as ugly as sin but he was a learned poet. He wrote many beautiful verses in Hindi which earned him name and fame through out the country.
The king came to know of him and summoned him to his court. When the poet entered the court, everyone present there burst into peals of laughter to see his outlandish anatomy and ignoble face. Even the king could not suppress his smile. Jayasi understood the king's thoughts. He addressed the king," Your Majesty, are you cachinnating at the pot or at the potter?"
The king was intelligent. He understood what the poet had meant. He stepped down from his throne and taking the poet by the hand, seated him on a chair of honour.
The nobles of the court were flummoxed at the king's attitude. They thought that the poet would be meted out dire punishment for his audacity in addressing the king.But the king thought otherwise.He asked the poet to recite some of his poems. When the poet hummed his poems, the king was highly impressed. He showered upon him fulsome praise and gave him many gifts and a robe of honour.
When the nobles asked the king why did not he punish the poet for insulting him, the king beamed at their foolishness and said,"O nobles!The potter makes pots of all shapes,ugly as well as beautiful. Our potter is God. He makes us what we are. So if I cachinnate at the ugliness of a person, am I not being disrespectful to God?"
The nobles realised their folly and hung their pates in utter shame.
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MORAL----
Real beauty lies inside a person.
Don't judge people by their looks.
Judge them by what they say and do.
HANDSOME IS THAT HANDSOME DOES !!
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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Tuesday 7 July 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: ......MY LAST DAY
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: ......MY LAST DAY: (Jai ma kali) ********** ....MY LAST DAY **************** Once upon a time a globetrotter was pootling thro...
......MY LAST DAY
(Jai ma kali)
********** ....MY LAST DAY
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Once upon a time a globetrotter was pootling through the mountains when he saw an oom who was engrossed in sowing a teeny almond tree. The globetrotter was a tag flummoxed to see this as he fully knew that almond tree takes many years to mature and the oom was ripe enough to give up the ghost anytime.
He approached the oom and addressed him,"Sir,it seems ridiculous that a man of your advanced age would plant such a slow-growing tree!"
The oom beamed and said,"I like to live my life based on two principles. One is that I will live forever. The other principle is that this is my last day !"
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********** ....MY LAST DAY
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Once upon a time a globetrotter was pootling through the mountains when he saw an oom who was engrossed in sowing a teeny almond tree. The globetrotter was a tag flummoxed to see this as he fully knew that almond tree takes many years to mature and the oom was ripe enough to give up the ghost anytime.
He approached the oom and addressed him,"Sir,it seems ridiculous that a man of your advanced age would plant such a slow-growing tree!"
The oom beamed and said,"I like to live my life based on two principles. One is that I will live forever. The other principle is that this is my last day !"
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Wednesday 1 July 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: LIMIT YOUR DESIRE
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: LIMIT YOUR DESIRE: (jai ma kali) LIMIT YOUR DESIRE xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Socrates was a great Gre...
LIMIT YOUR DESIRE
(jai ma kali)
LIMIT YOUR DESIRE
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Socrates was a great Greek philosopher.When he went out shopping, he did not say,"I want this, I want this." Instead,he peeped into the shop and said,"I do not need it, I do not want this."He found that he could live sans most of the things which other people hankered after.
Desire has a tendency to wax higher and higher.If you wish more, you will have to earn more.You will have to toil and moil more to earn more money. In the process ,your nerves will break down and to fulfill your desires, you will turn a larcener.Most of the well-to-do people we come across are legal thieves.
But we can hardly blame them.Their expenses are skedaddling like a hare while their incomes crawl like a snail.They squander more than they can earn.They have to make both ends meet by hook or by crook.
Socrates, Gandhi and others of their status were happy,contended and honest because they bridled their wants to the barest minimum.
Try to be like them !!!
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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LIMIT YOUR DESIRE
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Socrates was a great Greek philosopher.When he went out shopping, he did not say,"I want this, I want this." Instead,he peeped into the shop and said,"I do not need it, I do not want this."He found that he could live sans most of the things which other people hankered after.
Desire has a tendency to wax higher and higher.If you wish more, you will have to earn more.You will have to toil and moil more to earn more money. In the process ,your nerves will break down and to fulfill your desires, you will turn a larcener.Most of the well-to-do people we come across are legal thieves.
But we can hardly blame them.Their expenses are skedaddling like a hare while their incomes crawl like a snail.They squander more than they can earn.They have to make both ends meet by hook or by crook.
Socrates, Gandhi and others of their status were happy,contended and honest because they bridled their wants to the barest minimum.
Try to be like them !!!
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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Satyam Shivam Sundaram: THE DODGY MOGGY
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: THE DODGY MOGGY: (jai ma kali) THE DODGY MOGGY ********************* Once upon a time there lived a moggy who was ...
THE DODGY MOGGY
(jai ma kali)
THE DODGY MOGGY
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Once upon a time there lived a moggy who was very sly.When she was young and strong, she was capable of capturing many bandicoots.But with the passage of time, she grew old and feeble and became unable to catch bandicoots anymore. She was on the brink of starvation.
To tackle the problem, she chewed the cud for a way. An idea struck her mind.She decided to play possum.So she lay down on her back without budging. A mouse saw her and thought she was dead. He skedaddled to his friends and screamed," Hey, the scalawag moggy has left for her heavenly abode. Let us jitterbug and gambol."
All the bandicoots began to tango and gambol around the moggy who did not budge an inch.Then one of the bandicoots hopped on the moggy's pate and trilled,"Look at me ! The bloody moggy has departed to hell.Let us dance on her mazard."
But suddenly the wile moggy leapt and catching the silly bandicoot, gormandized it.
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MORAL: NEVER BELIEVE A MOGGY.
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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THE DODGY MOGGY
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Once upon a time there lived a moggy who was very sly.When she was young and strong, she was capable of capturing many bandicoots.But with the passage of time, she grew old and feeble and became unable to catch bandicoots anymore. She was on the brink of starvation.
To tackle the problem, she chewed the cud for a way. An idea struck her mind.She decided to play possum.So she lay down on her back without budging. A mouse saw her and thought she was dead. He skedaddled to his friends and screamed," Hey, the scalawag moggy has left for her heavenly abode. Let us jitterbug and gambol."
All the bandicoots began to tango and gambol around the moggy who did not budge an inch.Then one of the bandicoots hopped on the moggy's pate and trilled,"Look at me ! The bloody moggy has departed to hell.Let us dance on her mazard."
But suddenly the wile moggy leapt and catching the silly bandicoot, gormandized it.
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MORAL: NEVER BELIEVE A MOGGY.
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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