Monday, September 19, 2005

Acceptance!!! do we ?

This is one of the many stories that i received as forward,

Truly tear jerking.... Luv unconditionally or luv never !!

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A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home from the war.

He called his parents from San Francisco.
"Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've a favor to ask.

I have a friend I'd like to bring home with me.
"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."
"There's something you should know the son continued,

"he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting.

He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg.

He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."
"I'm sorry to hear that, son.
Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."
"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."
"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking.
Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us.

We have our own lives to live,

and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives.

I think you should just come home and forget about this guy.

He'll find a way to live on his own."
At that point, the son hung up the phone.
The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however,

they received a call from the San Francisco police.

Their son had died after falling from a building they were told.

The police believed it was suicide.

The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to
the city morgue to identify the body of their son.

They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something
they didn't know,

their son had only one arm and one leg.
the parents in this story are like many of us.

We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around,

but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable.

We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy,
beautiful, or smart as we are.
Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way.
Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us
into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.
Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night,
say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need
to accept people as they are,
and to help us all be more understanding of those
who are different from us!!!
There's a miracle called Friendship That dwells in the heart.
You don't know how it happens or when it gets started. But you know the special
lift it always brings.And you realize that Friendship is God's most precious gift!
Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed.
They make you smile and encourage you to succeed
They lend an ear, they share a word of praise,

and They always want to open their hearts to us.

Show your friends how much you care....

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Funny One Liners.........

  1. Regular naps prevent old age... especially if you take them while driving.
  2. Having one child makes you a parent; having two you are a referee.
  3. Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right and the other is husband !
  4. I believe we should all pay our tax with a smile. I tried - but they wanted cash
  5. Don't feel bad. A lot of people have no talent.
  6. Don't marry the person you want to live with, marry the one you cannot live without,,, but whatever you do, you'll regret it later.
  7. You can't buy love . . . but you pay heavily for it
  8. Forgiveness is giving up my right to hate you for hurting me.
  9. Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote.
  10. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired
  11. Marriage is give and take. You'd better give it to her or she'll take it anyway.
  12. My wife and I always compromise. I admit I'm wrong and she agrees with me.
  13. Those who can't laugh at themselves leave the job to others.
  14. Ladies first. Pretty ladies sooner.
  15. A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.
  16. You're getting old when you enjoy remembering things more than doing them.
  17. It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss.
  18. Early to bed, early to rise, your girl goes out with other guys.
  19. Real friends are the ones who survive transitions between address books.
  20. Saving is the best thing. Especially when your parents have done it for you.
  21. Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools talk because they have to say something
  22. They call our language the mother tongue because the father seldom gets to speak

Monday, November 08, 2004

A Son long gone.....

she puts her fragile hand over forhead, gazing with her ever dimming eyes... looked to the farthest horizon,looking for a sign of her son's return, A son gone long ago...

His mere sight brings joy to all...His touch blossomed the life again.....
Life looks bleak.. yet holding the last few breath waits his arrival, so yet again it can bloom and dance with joy...

The streams came to a stand still, rivers to halt...
birds don't sing any more, flowers don't smile, trees bared.
Children wait for his return... to play with him like they did before.

Son not delay any further.... else u come only to find...
many left their soul... just waiting for you...
Should have been here by now...never has eluded me like this before....

With the ever dimming eyes ... she looked at the fartherst horizon... for a sign,
A sign, of her son gone long ago. A son whom she called....................THE RAIN.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Mein aaisa kyon hoon...

Mein Aaisa Kyon Hoon ... Mein Aaisa Kyon Hoon...
Thats exactly the feeling i am going thru... As every childs dream i wanted to be a pilot, a JET FIGHTER Pilot... dropping plenty of bombs.. hmmm.. quite a distructive dream... come to think of it.. good i did not become a pilot.. 2 reasons, one i will not get to bomb at will. Two What if i am flying one of those Indian Air Force war planes.. that are in news for all wrong reasons... :(

Next i wanted to be a cricketer.... come sun, rain what may... played plenty of cricket, for cricket i had dislodged my elbow, (i have a feeling its still not fixed right..). But when responsibility came calling..droped the bat and the ball to find the path to career.
When i see a good painting... I am determined to become a painter.. a good photograph.. or a wonderfully sophisticated camera .. i ponder how abt a National Geographic Photographer. that way i get to travel a lot which i luv too and make some big bucks...

Sometime back when i wanted to become the next Vishwanath Anand.. but that dream came down crashing.. when i could not beat my computer in the beginner's level despite giving it a go too many a times, but i realised one thing a computer is no match to me at kick boxing :))

Today i am working in IT field... something that was not in my list of dreams... I guess one's dreams and ambitions change according to the time and situation (s)he is place in.... (atleast most of the people). some time i do humm the tune... Mein Aaisa Kyon Hoon.. Mein Aaisa Kyon Hoon.... ;-).

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

A madness called Cricket........

From the time i coult hit a ball with a bat, since then i am following cricket. I am awed by the reach of the game, its influence, the madness it brings out amonst the masses.... a topic that is discussed by the current and the older generation alike.
It often leaves me wondering why is this sport such a topic of discussion, why am i so elated when i see the men in blue win the matches... it leaves me chest swelled with pride and honour... why does it steals my appetite and my sleep when i see the team india crumble... When india is playing, then cricket and related issues are discussed across the lenght and breath of india, its a jubliant feeling to hear the crakers go off and the whole nation goes into celebration the india wins as though its one festival thats common to all the umpteen religion and caste india has.
This game has achived something very distinct something fantablous - its brought the nation together....

Truely... its a madness.. thats called CRICKET.....