Never surrender before difficulties

Never surrender before difficulties

Any person will be successful on a smooth sea. How much more meaningful the victory will be if the battle has been difficult. So it is a choice. So long as you choose not to surrender to discouragement and depression, you will prove yourself bigger than a mountain. The story of shiela reveals how successfully she fought against the circumstances.


When shiela was a child of barely four years old, she not only lost her mother but also her two in a train accident. The child, when she grew up, Refused to accept that she was infirm and invalid. She had a dream. She had an imagination. She had an ambition; she wanted to be a painter. For a while she felt that her dream may take a back seat. No it did not. She did not allow that. She constantly thought of being painters. The idea to become a painter never went of our mind. Her passion for painting was so burning that she learnt painting with her toes. The hills look small when your aim is to climb the mountain. She worked tirelessly always making improvements over her previous performance and one day she successfully obtained the Bachelor Degree in fine arts from Lucknow University (India).

Today shiela paints such beautiful pictures that many people with both hands might feel small to see her work. Her paintings have been exhibited in arts galleries of Lucknow, Patiala and other big cities of India. She is highly influenced by nature and women. These two are the main subject of her painting. Women in different emotions, oceans, rivers, mountains, trees are her favourite Subjects of paintings .Sheila does not like that people should sympathies with her because she is painting with her toes. “The disability of mind is more dangerous than the disability of Body” she observes.

The future lies in your hand

The future lies in your hand

In good old days there lived a sage with long hair and white beard. He lived in a cage. He could see the unseen and tell you about the past. Present and future. Once two young men decided that they would prove the wise old man wrong. They were quite confident that their trick would click and the old man would eat humble pie. They approached the wise man with great excitement. “What’s the matter?” The sage asked when he saw the two young men. “What has brought you here?” He candidly asked. Polity one of the young men said “kindly tell us what we are holding in our hands.” The old man thought for a moment and said. “a bird.” The next question. As planned. Was. “What kind of bird it is?” Again the old man thought for a while and answered.” A parrot.” The two young men looked at each other and asked “is it dead or alive?” The old man took a long breath and finally replied. “As you will have it. “


Like the two young men who held the parrot in their hands you hold your destiny. Your future in your hand. It may be dead or alive. Entirely depends upon the person whom you see everyday in the mirror that is you.


It is time you make an assessment of your potentialities. Now is the time to know who you are. Where you want go and how you would reach there. Remember time is short. A time bomb is in your possession. It is titicking away moment by moment bringing you closer and closer to the day when either success or failure will be written against your name’s the time bomb is your life span. How you utilise your time will determine either success or failure.

Open your mind. Start thinking and stretch your imagination to what you want of life. In the next chapter we will examine the role of imagination in the achievement of success.

People with negative mental Attitude sees the mud

People with negative mental Attitude sees the mud

An extreme case of negative attitude was witnessed on the bank of river Hudson, where Fulton was demonstrating his new found steam boat. All sorts of people had flocked to see how the steam boat floated in the river. The persons with negative attitude started whispering “How could it start without muscle power?” they held their breath until the boat started. As it made its way down the river, the same person who said it would never be started started shouting again. “It would never stop.” it would never stop!” what charitable words would you like to use for such persons?


Another classic example of pessimism appeared in the Indian newspapers. The Agni launch was scheduled for 28th April 1988. This was going to be an unprecedented exercise in the history of Indian defence research. All preparations for the launch went according to the schedule. The whole nation was watching Dr. Abdul kalam, and his team was at T-14 seconds when the computer signaled “Hold” indicating that one of the signals was functioning irritably. It was decided to abort the launch.

The Indian pessimist press was up in arms and made various unceremonious comments for the postponement of the flight. Cartoonist Sudhir Dhar sketched a shopkeeper returning a product to the salesman saying that like Agni it would not take off. The Hindustan times showed a leader consoling press reports “There is no need for any alarm.” Amul’s cartoon suggested that what Agni needed to do was to use their butter as fuel. Agni –it is purely a peaceful non-violent missile. Another cartoonist showed an Agni scientist explanting that the launch was postponed because the press button did not make contact. Dr.kalam and his team were amused to read adverse comments. What happened in just after 33 day? Agni took off at 07.10 am. The critics and the pessimist were silenced forever.

HEART

HEART

NO HEAD WITHOUT HEART.
LET NOT YOUR HEART BE TROUBLED.
A MERRY HEART MAKETH A CAREFUL COUNTENANCE.
HEART MAY AGREE THOUGH HEADS DIFFER.
THE HEARTS KNOWETH ITS OWN BITTERNESS.
THE HEART’S LETTER IS READ IN THE EYES.
IT IS HEART THAT MAKES THE THEOLOGIAN.

Very touching Mother facts

Very touching Mother facts !

When you came into the world, she held you in her arms.
You thanked her by wailing like a banshee.
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the
next-door-neighbor's window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from
soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
Those teenage years
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to driver her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
Growing old and gray
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition,
drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't
be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your business."
When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."
When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24, she met your fiance and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told
you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."
When you were 40, she called to remind you of an relative's birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder.
"Rock me baby, rock me all night long."
"The hand who rocks the cradle...may rock the world".
Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute/show appreciation to
the person called MOM though some may not say it openly to their mother.
There's no substitute for her. Cherished every single moment.
Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our
thoughts, she is still your mother!!!
She will be there for you...to listen to your woes, your braggings, your
frustations, etc.
Ask yourself.....have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her
"blues" of working in the kitchen, her tiredness???
Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may have a
different view from hers.
Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.
**DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE THINGS CLOSEST TO YOUR HEART. CLING TO THEM AS
U WOULD YOUR LIFE, FOR WITHOUT THEM, LIFE IS MEANINGLESS*

THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN

THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN

The beauty of a womanIs not in the clothes she wears,The figure that she carries,Or the way she combs her hair.The beauty of a womanmust be seen from in her eyes,Because that is the doorway to her heart,the place where love resides.The beauty of a womanis not in a facial mole,But true beauty in a womanIs reflected in her soul.It is the caring that she lovingly gives,The passion that she shows,And the beauty of a womanWith passing years-only grows!You don't stop laughing because you grow old;you grow old because you stop laughing

IS HEAVEN IN THE YELLOW PAGES?

IS HEAVEN IN THE YELLOW PAGES?
Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today, My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away. Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look. I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry. I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.
Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me. Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea? She's been gone a long, long time she needs to come home now! I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how. Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"? I can't read these big, big words, I am only seven. I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry, Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?
If I call my church maybe they will know. Mommy said when we need help, that's where we should go. I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall. Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.

Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

"Because I'm a woman," she told him. "I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will, but that's O.K."....... Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?". "All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say...... The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?" GOD answered...... "When I made woman, I decided she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet, made her arms gentle enough to give comfort... I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times will come even from her own children. I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends, even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without complaining.... I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly.... She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears.... I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.... I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.... For all of this hard work, I also gave her a tear to shed. It is hers to use whenever needed and ! it is her only weakness.... When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.
She is special! Please send this to women you know, and those with mothers, sisters, and special women in their lives.
But, also send this to men so they will understand about what a wonderful thing a woman is. Each day is a mountain that must be climbed; with courage each step gets easier.

WHEN YOU HAVE A MOTHER.

WHEN YOU HAVE A MOTHER.
When you have a motherwho cares so much for youthat anything you wantbecomes her desiresWhen you have a motherwho is so understanding thatno matter what is bothering youshe can make you smileWhen you have a motherwho is so strong thatno matter what obstacles she facesshe is always confident in front of youWhen you have a motherwho actively pursues her goals in lifebut includes you in all her goalsyou are very lucky indeedHaving a mother like thismakes it easy to grow upinto a loving, strong adultThank you for being this kindof wonderful mother.

MOTHER.

MOTHER.
From seedsYou watered us.
As we sproutedYou helped us growWith the warmthOf your radiant love.
Along the wayYou trimmed usTo keep us safeFrom Harm.
When we grew out ofOur little pods,You replanted us,Where you gave us hopeAnd showed us faithThat we may be ableTo do for othersAs you did for us.

A MOTHER'S LOVE

A MOTHER'S LOVE
A Mother's love is somethingthat no on can explain,It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what mayFor nothing can destroy itor take that love away . . .It is patient and forgivingwhen all others are forsaking,And it never fails or falterseven though the heart is breaking . . .It believes beyond believingwhen the world around condemns,And it glows with all the beautyof the rarest, brightest gems . . .It is far beyond defining,it defies all explanation,And it still remains a secretlike the mysteries of creation . . .A many splendoured miracleman cannot understandAnd another wondrous evidenceof God's tender guiding hand.

MOTHER...

MOTHER...
Mother You filled my days with rainbow lights,fairytales and sweet dream nights,A kiss to wipe away my tears,Gingerbread to ease my fears.You gave the gift of life to me,And then in love, you set me free.I thank you for your tender care,for deep warm hugs and being there.I hope that when you think of me,A part of you, you'll always see.

A WONDERFUL MOTHER.

A WONDERFUL MOTHER.
GOD made a wonderful mother,A mother who never grows old;He made her smile of the sunshine,And He molded her heart of pure gold;In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,In her cheeks, fair roses you see;God made a wonderful mother,And He gave that dear mother to me.
~Pat O'Reilly~

MOTHER'S ARE THE SWEETEST.

MOTHER'S ARE THE SWEETEST.
Our mother is the sweetest andMost delicate of all.She knows more of paradiseThan angels can recall.
She's not only beautifulBut passionately young,Playful as a kid, yet wiseAs one who has lived long.
Her love is like the rush of life,A bubbling, laughing springThat runs through all like liquid lightAnd makes the mountains sing.
And makes the meadows turn to flowerAnd trees to choicest fruit.She is at once the field and bowerIn which our hearts take root.
She is at once the sea and shore,Our freedom and our past.With her we launch our daring shipsYet keep the things that last.
~Nick Gordon~

`No man is an island`

`No man is an island`
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of they friends`s or of thine own were.Any man`s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

Eternity

Eternity
He who binds to himself a joyDoes the winged life destroyBut he who kisses the joy as it fliesLives in Eternity`s sun rise

A Riddle

A Riddle
Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;I backbite many, yet I never talk:In secret places most I seek to hide me,For he who feeds me never can abide me.

from The World

from The World
I saw Eternity the other nightLike a great ring of pure and endless light,All calm, as it was bright,And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, yearsDriv`n by the spheresLike a vast shadow mov`d, in which the worldAnd all her train were hurl`d.

Sea Love

Sea Love
Tide be runnin` the great world over:`Twas only last June month I mind that weWas thinkin` the toss about the call in the breast of the loverSo everlastin` as the sea.Heer`s the same little fishes that sputter and swim,Wi` the moon`s old glim on the grey, wet sand;An` him no more to me nor me to himThan the wind goin` over my hand.

`Fear no more the heat o` the sun`

`Fear no more the heat o` the sun`
Fear no more the heat o` the sun,Nor the furious winter`s rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta`en thy wages.Golden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.Fear no more the frown o` the great;Thou art past the tyrants stroke;Care no more to clothe and eat;To thee the reed is as theoak.The sceptre, learning, physic, mustAll follow this, and come to dust.Fear no more the lightning flash,Nor th` all-dreaded thunder stone;Fear not slander, censure rash;Thou hast finished joy and moan.All lovers young, all lovers mustConsign to thee, and come to dust.No exorciser harm thee!Nor no witchcraft charm thee!Ghost unlaid forbear thee!Nothing ill come near thee!Quiet consummation have;And renowned be thy grave!

The Vision of Piers Plowman

The Vision of Piers Plowman
`After sharp showers,` said Peace, `the sun shines brightest;No weather is warmer than after watery clouds;Nor any love dearer, or more loving friends;Than after war and woe, when Love and Peace are masters.There was never war in this world, or wickedness so keen,That Love, if he liked, could not turn to laughter,And Peace, through patience, put an end to all perils.`

Symphony in Yellow

Symphony in Yellow
An omnibus across the bridgeCrawls like a yellow butterfly,And, here and therem a passer-byShows like a little restless midge.Big barges full of yellow hayAre moored against the shadowy wharf,And, like a yellow silken scarf,The thick fog hangs along the quay.The yellow leaves begin to fadeAnd flutter from the temple elms,And at my feet the pale green ThamesLies like a rod of rippled jade.

poem for the day

Sonnet from the Portugese.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everday`sMost quiet need, by sun and candlelight.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood`s faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and , if God choose,I shall love thee better after death.

poem for the day

Prelude 1
The winter evening settles downWith smell of steaks in passageways.Six o`clock.The burnt-out ends of smokey days.And now a gusty shower wrapsThe grimy scrapsOf withered leaves about your feetAnd news papers from vacant lots;The showers beatOn broken blinds and chimney pots,And at the corner of the streetA lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.And then the lighting of the lamps

poem for the day

The Coming of Grendel
Now from the marshlands under the mist-mountainsCame Grendel prowling; branded with God`s ire.This murderous monster was minded to entrapSome hapless human in that high hall.On he came under the clouds, until clearlyHe could see the great golden feasting place,Glimmering wine-hall of men. Not his firstRaid was this on the homeplace of Hrothgar.Never before though and never afterwardDid he encounter hardier defenders of the hall.from BEOWULF (10th centuy or earlier)

poem for the day

Meeting at Night
The grey sea and the long black land;And the yellow half-moon large and low;And the startled little waves that leapIn fiery ringliets from their sleep,As I gain the cove with pushing prow,And quench its speed i` the slushy sand.Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;Three fields to cross till a farm appears;A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratchAnd blue spurt of a lighted match,And a voice less loud, thro` it`s joys and fears,Then the two hearts beating each to each!

poem for the day

Ariel`s Song

Full fathom five thy father lies,Of his bones are coral made:Those are pears that were his eyes,Nothing of him that doth fade,But doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich, and strange:Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell -Hark! now i hear them,Ding-dong bell.

Reason of Leave Application

Reason of Leave Application



Infosys, Bangalore : An employee applied for leave as follows:
"Since I have to go to my village to sell my land along with my wife, please sanction me one-week leave."

· Another gem from CDAC. Leave-letter from an employee who was performing his daughter's wedding: "as I am marrying my daughter, please grant a week's leave.."

· From H.A.L. Administration Dept: "As my mother-in-law has expired and I am only one responsible for it, please grant me 10 days leave."

· An incident of a leave letter: "I am suffering from fever, please declare one-day holiday."

· A leave letter to the headmaster: "As I am studying in this school I am suffering from headache. I request you to leave me today"

· Another leave letter written to the headmaster: "As my headache is paining, please grant me leave for the day."

· Covering note: "I am enclosed herewith..."

· Another one: "Dear Sir: with reference to the above, please refer to my below..."

· Actual letter written for application of leave: "My wife is suffering from sickness and as I am her only husband at home I may be granted leave".

· Letter writing:- "I am well here and hope you are also in the same well."

· A candidate's job application: "This has reference to your advertisement calling for a ' Typist and an Accountant - Male or Female'... As I am both(!! )for the past several years and I can handle both with good experience, I am applying for the post.
BY,

kalyan karthik

ice mOunt

Amazing Mountain - Ice Bath

Friend

Best Friend

Our best friends and our worst enemies are our thoughts. A thought can do us more good than a doctor or a banker or a faithful friend. It can also do us more harm than a brick.

"If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn't jump with them, I would be at the bottom to catch them."

I testify that our teacher, our shepherd, is Christ, our best friend, who clears up all our doubts. He heals our wounds and turns our pain into sweet experiences.

"People are like stained glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."

Good Advice If your best friend's feeling tearful, Try not to be too cheerful. Just let her fill your ear full Of sad tales by the score. And when she is through, She'll feel as good as new. Now you'll be feeling blue. But that's what friends are for!

"Someone told me the delightful story of the crusader who put a chastity belt on his wife and gave the key to his best friend for safekeeping, in case of his death. He had ridden only a few miles away when his friend, riding hard, caught up with him, saying "You gave me the wrong key!"

“The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.”

"Show me a person without prejudice of any kind on any subject and I'll show you someone who may be admirably virtuous but is surely no gardener. Prejudice against people is reprehensible, but a healthy set of prejudices is a gardener's best friend. Gardening is complicated, and prejudice simplifies it enormously."

"True friendship is like sound health, the value of it is seldom known until it is lost."