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mother’s love

On a sunday morning, while sitting on a bench, watching the kids playing in the park, a boy in ripped clothes crossed my sight. For an instant i didn’t notice him, later when i was walking out of the park, i saw this little kid sitting alone under the tree. I approached near him and asked, “Why are you not playing with the other kids?” He looked up and just passed a smile. He looked skinny, his hair were flinging, clothes ripped, his innocent face hid the sadness with that smile. For once i figured, maybe he was lost or some other kid beat him up! I sat beside him under the tree and asked him again, “Isn’t your mother here with you?” He silently nodded his head, i was curious about how this kid was different from the other children, who were sliding, swinging.and playing on the see saw!

I tried to make him laugh by cracking a joke, to which he replied, “Don’t you like to feel the silence?” I was amazed to hear such a reply.
I further asked him, “You look unhappy, does no one play with you?”
He replied, “They don’t like to play with me coz i am poor.”
I asked him, “Where are your parents?”
“I don’t have parents, they abandoned me”, he said.
I looked at him, his eyes were moist, i asked him about his whereabouts, to which he replied,” I used to  live in a grand mansion, which is no more a house now, it is like a dungeon filled with darkness, it is completely silent, there is nobody to welcome me when i get back to home, the dead silence bites like hell, now i don’t feel like living there anymore.”
“Why did your parents abandon you? Where are they now?” I questioned him.
“They just got busy in their own lives, dad doesn’t care about the family and my mother went away” he added.
“So what about you now? Who takes care of you?” i again questioned him.
He replied,” I myself. I feel weak and rotten from inside, i miss my younger brother, i loved him but he went away with my mother, i miss my mother but i can’t talk to her, i don’t feel like talking, i can’t even share my feelings to anyone. To others,  i’ve made myself strong, i don’t cry anymore. Although i carry a smiling face, but from inside i have left all the hopes, I am dead. Maybe it was me who couldn’t hold them or may be it’s my fate to live without mother’s love.”

With this confession of his, he was fading away, he disappeared with a flash of wind, there was no one sitting beside me,  maybe it was his soul looking for someone to takeoff his load, my blood froze to encounter that little kid who didn’t even exist in this world, there was utter silence all around, right under that tree, i stood speechless!!


the priest of sodom

The dark wind, lands filled with blood lust, everyone was filled with anger, there was no trace of light, every where you would see, you could find blood! the blood was on my hands too, the blood of millions of lives whom i failed to save, only one thing i could do to save myself  from those devils was to run away, far from those dark lands, lands of war and hunger, lands of the living dead, the lands of OBSCURITY!!A long time ago Zion island was a place where you could see nectar showering from the sky, the gods of wind, rain and fire created the lands of Zion, people born in those lands were believed to be the blessings of god, the richness of those lands were defined by the generosity of the people, people there were living a happy and prosperous life when suddenly a man from nowhere appeared and turned the island into a havoc!

On the night of the grand supper, a man arrived at the port of  island, he went to the place of mass celebration  and declared himself as the messenger of god. the innocent people were amazed to know that, they were curious about the stranger, the man stepped in the front and laid his finger on the king to turn him into ashes! people were threatened, in fear they all hailed and considered him to be the new leader.
after that night, there was no sunrise, the island turned into a grassland filled with hail and mist, the rivers were frozen with blood, a disease spread over the island, a disease of violence, threat, vengeance and thirst for blood..
the man was teaching the people to be the followers of satan, he dragged there innocent minds to a barren land filled with darkness. his evil presence, his satanic soul was governing the minds of people, under his influence, denizens of Zion killed each other, they all drove there feet on the path of  satan, their faith in god was crushed under the feet of the stranger’s devil essence. there was no trace of light, even when you lit a candle, the wind would blow it away, the wind itself was dry and destructive. the lands of Zion were in darkness, there was no hope of any miracle, i could no more bear that negativity dominating me, all my gods have fallen, it was my fate to be the part of that force absorbing all my faith in life, the blood in my veins turned black, i controlled the anger and desire of killing, inside me. i tried to run away, far away from that darkness, among the people i found myself lifeless, the supremacy of that strange demonic power was drowning me to hell, i was sunk deep down into that infernal ritual. i could see death everywhere, i was helpless, i cried and raised my soul to fight against that devil, i tried to hunt it down all alone, but it was too hard to stand against the murk. every single trace of radiance i tried to imagine, forced me back to the sinful land, everything was getting blurred in front of my eyes. in the end, i lied breathless looking up at the sinister eyes of devil soaking all the life inside me, i turned into a corpse. chasing the light i turned into a demon, i found myself in the hands of  fiendish power.

suddenly i feel a dew drop rolling down my face, i open my eyes, i am now wide awake and soon realize that it was all in my head, all this came out of my mind, allusively i am the one who had evil in my soul, i am the demon, i am the priest of sodom…

Choosing the right one

The moment when his whole life flashed out in front of his eyes and he laid down breathless, almost like a dead leaf on the ground, Ronny was so alone even in a crowded room, he was feeling helpless, the feelings he had inside, which he failed to express, even tears in his eyes got dry, facing the life was getting harder and harder.For Ronny it was very difficult to chose between what is wrong and what is right, he recalled is childhood, when he used to go to the market with his mother to buy the grocery. The toy shop & the ice cream stall, which was in the way, had always tempted him, but he knew that his mother hadn’t enough to buy him an air balloon or an ice cream, so he never asked for it and kept walking with his mother. His mother knew Ronny wanted to have an ice cream and an air balloon, she looked in his eyes and asked him, “Out of the two, which one would you like to have?”

For Ronny it was very difficult to chose between the two, he felt like he had reached a two way road and he didn’t knew which way to chose. He could play with the air balloon for the whole day, he could take it to places tying a string on one of his fingers, but it was a burden for him, if he left the string lose, the balloon would fly away and he would be sad again. The ice cream was cold and sweet which he wanted to lick all his way to home but it would only make him happy for sometime. Ronny had to make the decision between the two choices he only had and both of them were tempting him, he looked at his mother’s face and nodded his head and said no.

Ronny soon realised that this was the same situation he was passing through, but now and then, many years of his life passed and he was standing on the same path once again, he could not decide anything, he could not make the right choice, he was totally numb, tears rolled down his eyes thinking that he had no one to share his feelings, no one loved him and he was lonely. His mother had left him, she did not care how hard this would be for Ronny to face. For his mother Ronny was mature enough to handle this on his own and she thought he would realise it soon why she did so.But for Ronny, it was not right. After some time his father also left him.
Ronny could not take this, he felt broke from inside, all of a sudden the world would break down on him like this, he had never thought this could happen, after all he had faith in his mother, he never dreamed that she could leave him, but this time his sentiments were hurt.

He tried to make a way and think about it. He had to chose between the right and wrong, it was same like his childhood days, choosing between the ice cream or an air balloon!
Every body he cared for, he lost them. Life was squeezing lemons out of him, but he had made himself strong enough to bear the pain, and he kept waiting for the day when he would stand on his own and be able to decide what is wrong and what is right.

long ago in a small, far away village, there was a place known as the house of 1000 mirrors.
a small, happy little dog learned of this house and decided to visit. when he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the doorway of the house. he found himself staring at 1000 other happy  little dogs with their tails wagging just fast as his. he smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great smiles just as warm and friendly. as he left the house, he thought to himself,”this is a wonderful place, i will come back and visit it often.”

another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the first one, decided to visit the house. he slowly climbed the stairs and hung his head low as he looked into the door. when he saw 1000 unfriendly looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at thm and was horrified to see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. as he left, he thought,”this is a horrible place, and i will never go back there again.”

all the faces in the world are mirrors. if we are optimistic, we will find optimistic people all around, and if we are pessimistic, the rest of the world seems to be pessimistic to us.

smile :-)

a stranger was seated next to a little girl on the airplane when the stranger turned to her and said, “let’s talk. i’ve  heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.”

the little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, “what would you like to talk about?”

“oh, i don’t know”, said the stranger. “how about nuclear power?” and he smiles.

‘OK’, she said. “that could be an intresting topic. but let me ask you a question first.
a horse, a cow and a deer, all eat the same stuff- grass- yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat potty, and a horrse produces clumps of dry grass. why do you suppose that is?”the stranger, visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks about it and says, ” hmmm, i have no idea.”

to which the little girl replies,”do you really feel qualified to discussnuclear power when you don’t know shit?”

building your house

an elderly carpenter was ready to retire. he told his employer contractor of his plans to leave the house building business, to live more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. he would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. they could get by. the contractor was sorry to see  his good worker go & asked if he could build just 1 more house as a personal favor. he said ‘yes’, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. he resorted to shoddy workmanship & used inferior materials. when he finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. then he handed the front door key to the carpenter & said “this is your house… my gift to you.” the carpenter was shocked! what a shame! if he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

so it is with us. we build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built.  if we could do it over, we would do it much differently. but, you can not go back. you are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. someone once said,” life is a do it yourself project.” your attitude, and the choices you make today, help you built the house you will live in tomorrow. therefore build it wisely!

essay from a child

A teacher from primary school asked her students to write an essay about what they would like god to do for them….
At the end of the day while marking the essays, she read one that made her very emotional. her husband, who  just walked in saw her crying and asked her – what happened?
she answered- read this. it’s one of my student’s essays.

“oh god, tonight i ask you something very special : make me into a television. i want to take its place. live like tv in my house. have my own special place, and have my family around me. to be taken seriously when i talk…. i want to be the center of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions. i want to receive the same special  care that the tv receives when it is not working. have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired. and i want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoring me…and… i wnt my brothers to fight to be with me…. i want to feel that  family just leaves everything aside, every now  and then, just to spend time with me. and last but not the least make it that i can make them all happy and entertain them…
lord  i don’t ask you for much… i just want to live like every tv.”

at that moment the husband said- 
“my god, poor kid. what horrible parents!

she looked up at him and said- 

“that essay is our son’s ! ! ! “
a psychology professor at the university of Miami knew his students expected a terrifying long final exam.

to play with their minds a little (what do you expect from a psychology professor) he only put one question on the final exam.

he watched the reactions of the students as they all saw the one question. initially they all looked relieved, but as the difficulty of the question began to sink in, those relieved faces sagged to confusion and consternation.

all, this is, except for one student.
he read the question, tapped the pencil into his palm a few times, then jotted down on the test paper. 
he walked up to the professor, handed him the final, and walked out. 

the professor blinked in surprise, looked at what the student wrote, and smiled.
the professor wrote “100%” on the top of that student’s test.

the question:

the student’s answer:
the only survivor of a shipwreck was washed upon a small uninhabited island. he prayed feverishly for god to rescue him, and everyday he scanned  the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.

exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and to store his few possessions. but then one day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to sky.

the worst had happened; everything was lost. he was stunned with grief and anger. “god, how could you do this to me!” he cried. early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship that was approaching his island. it had come to rescue him. “how did you know i was here?” asked the weary man of his rescuers. ” we saw your smoke signal” they replied.

it is easy to get discouraged when things are going badly. but we shouldn’t lose heart, because god is at work in our lives, even in the midst of pain and suffering. remember, next time your little  hut is burning to the ground- it just may be a smoke signal that summons  THE GRACE OF GOD.

500 rupee note

a well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a 500 rupee note. in the room of 200, he asked- who would like this note?

hands started going up. he said, ” i am going to give this note to one of you, but first let me do this.” he proceeded to crumple the note up. he then asked, “who still wants it?” hands were up in the air.
” well” he replied,” what if i do this?” he dropped it on the table and started to grind it with his hands. he picked it up, now crumpled and dirty, “now who still wants it?”
still hands were in air.
“my friends, you have learned a very valuable lesson, no matter what i did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in the value. it still was worth rs. 500.
many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. we feel as though we are worthless, but no matter what happened or what will happen, you will never loose your value.
dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who love you. the worth of our lives comes, not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE……

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