Monday 30 March 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: DISTRESSED PEACOCK
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: DISTRESSED PEACOCK: jai ma kali DISTRESSED PEACOCK ...
DISTRESSED PEACOCK
jai ma kali
DISTRESSED PEACOCK
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Once upon a time it was raining cats and dogs.A beautiful peacock was jitterbugging blithely and proudly in a thicket.Suddenly the recollection that he had an ugly and rough voice bobbed up in his mind.His phiz turned gloomy and tears started trickling down his cheeks.
Just then he saw a nightingale perching on a nearby tree and singing melodiously.After listening to her, the peacock wailed,"What a sweet voice she has which everybody adores and praise,but when I speak a word,everybody makes fun of me.How jinxed I am".
At that precise moment a goddess appeared and asked the peacock,"Why are you sad and shedding copious tears?" The peacock riposted,"God has gifted me with a beautiful body but with a disgusting voice.Whenrver I speak, people giggle comtemptuously at my voice. My beauty is inutile."
The goddess sermoned him," You are the only one who is unhappy.Several creatures have been gifted with various gifts by the God.Some have beauty,others have strength and still others are blessed with a sweet voice.Don't grumble over your weakness but accept yourself the way you are and be happy."
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MORAL..........
If you are satisfied with your lot,
you will be far happier and peaceful in life !!
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(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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DISTRESSED PEACOCK
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Once upon a time it was raining cats and dogs.A beautiful peacock was jitterbugging blithely and proudly in a thicket.Suddenly the recollection that he had an ugly and rough voice bobbed up in his mind.His phiz turned gloomy and tears started trickling down his cheeks.
Just then he saw a nightingale perching on a nearby tree and singing melodiously.After listening to her, the peacock wailed,"What a sweet voice she has which everybody adores and praise,but when I speak a word,everybody makes fun of me.How jinxed I am".
At that precise moment a goddess appeared and asked the peacock,"Why are you sad and shedding copious tears?" The peacock riposted,"God has gifted me with a beautiful body but with a disgusting voice.Whenrver I speak, people giggle comtemptuously at my voice. My beauty is inutile."
The goddess sermoned him," You are the only one who is unhappy.Several creatures have been gifted with various gifts by the God.Some have beauty,others have strength and still others are blessed with a sweet voice.Don't grumble over your weakness but accept yourself the way you are and be happy."
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
MORAL..........
If you are satisfied with your lot,
you will be far happier and peaceful in life !!
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
(DEVENDRA SRIVASTAVA)
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Wednesday 25 March 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: A COMICAL SCENE
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: A COMICAL SCENE: [jai ma kali] I really feel it like a bitter pill to swallow whenever I have to v...
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: A COMICAL SCENE
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: A COMICAL SCENE: [jai ma kali] I really feel it like a bitter pill to swallow whenever I have to v...
A COMICAL SCENE
[jai ma kali]
I really feel it like a bitter pill to swallow whenever I have to visit the local market.It always remains awfully overcrowded. In addition to the habitual shoppers, shopping addicts and window shoppers,there are the four-legged corsairs looking for some choice vegetables to glom from the unsuspecting vendors squatting on the roadside.Then there is the traffic-cars,scooters,bikes,bicycles and occasional bus or truck;and there are the greatest menace on the roads i.e.the rickshaws.The rickshaw-puller is the most erratic creature on the roads.He first turns to the right or left,and then,if he feels so inclined,he gives the signal.All too delayed;someone collides with his rickshaw.
A few days ago,I had to go to the market to cop some groceries.As I was threading my cautious way through the maze,a caterwaul some distance ahead,pierced my eardrums.I saw people skedaddling in that direction.I followed them with curiosity.
In the centre of a ring of onlookers,there stood a massive xanthippe female.She was yammering with the full volume of her vocal chords.What she was screaming,I shudder with shame to write.She was letting out a fusillade of vilest abuses with the rapidity of a human
machine gun,at the rickshaw-puller and a young cyclist who stood there crestfallen.It seemed that they were both to blame for the mishap that had happened.
She had been sitting in the rickshaw with a basket of vegetables on the floorboard at her
feet.The cyclist had collided with her rickshaw.The impact had flung her out of the vehicle on the road,perhaps damaging it.Her vegetables had been scattered around and while continuing her tirade against the two inoffensive guys,she had collected the vegetables.
The assembled spectators,cachinnating at the spectacle had infuriated her to the point of her hefting her hand to slug the cyclist.In terror the youth struck out of her.He struck the basket which she was holding that sent it spinning in the air,the vegetables being scattered even further afield this time.
There was no knowing what the woman would have done. The cyclist hopped onto his cycle and scampered away at top speed.The rickshaw-puller jettisoned his vehicle and fleeing for his life, evanesced in the crowed.
The riled woman, blurting out dirtiest abuses and with a dilation of her nostrils, let out a loud fart and departed !!
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I really feel it like a bitter pill to swallow whenever I have to visit the local market.It always remains awfully overcrowded. In addition to the habitual shoppers, shopping addicts and window shoppers,there are the four-legged corsairs looking for some choice vegetables to glom from the unsuspecting vendors squatting on the roadside.Then there is the traffic-cars,scooters,bikes,bicycles and occasional bus or truck;and there are the greatest menace on the roads i.e.the rickshaws.The rickshaw-puller is the most erratic creature on the roads.He first turns to the right or left,and then,if he feels so inclined,he gives the signal.All too delayed;someone collides with his rickshaw.
A few days ago,I had to go to the market to cop some groceries.As I was threading my cautious way through the maze,a caterwaul some distance ahead,pierced my eardrums.I saw people skedaddling in that direction.I followed them with curiosity.
In the centre of a ring of onlookers,there stood a massive xanthippe female.She was yammering with the full volume of her vocal chords.What she was screaming,I shudder with shame to write.She was letting out a fusillade of vilest abuses with the rapidity of a human
machine gun,at the rickshaw-puller and a young cyclist who stood there crestfallen.It seemed that they were both to blame for the mishap that had happened.
She had been sitting in the rickshaw with a basket of vegetables on the floorboard at her
feet.The cyclist had collided with her rickshaw.The impact had flung her out of the vehicle on the road,perhaps damaging it.Her vegetables had been scattered around and while continuing her tirade against the two inoffensive guys,she had collected the vegetables.
The assembled spectators,cachinnating at the spectacle had infuriated her to the point of her hefting her hand to slug the cyclist.In terror the youth struck out of her.He struck the basket which she was holding that sent it spinning in the air,the vegetables being scattered even further afield this time.
There was no knowing what the woman would have done. The cyclist hopped onto his cycle and scampered away at top speed.The rickshaw-puller jettisoned his vehicle and fleeing for his life, evanesced in the crowed.
The riled woman, blurting out dirtiest abuses and with a dilation of her nostrils, let out a loud fart and departed !!
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Friday 6 March 2015
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: TOIL AND MOIL
Satyam Shivam Sundaram: TOIL AND MOIL: { jai ma kali} +++++++++ Once upon a time an...
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