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Monday, July 22, 2013

Smile

A smile is as infectious as flu ,
It can bring great happiness to you .

It costs only a smile to make a friend ,
It costs only a smile to instil confidence .

It takes only a minute to pass a smile ,
It takes only a second to receive it .

A smile can reveal the love of a mother ,
A smile can reveal the trust of a lover .

Friday, July 19, 2013

Passbook – Worth reading!!!

Pooja married Rahul this day. At the end of the wedding party,

Pooja’s mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.

With Rs.1000 deposit amount.

Mother: Pooja, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.

When there’s something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in.

Write down what it’s about next to the line.

The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in.

I’ve done the first one for you today.

Do the others with Rahul.

When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you’ve had.

Pooja shared this with Rahul when getting home.

They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.

This was what they did after certain time:

- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Rahul after marriage

- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Pooja

- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali

- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Pooja got pregnant

- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Rahul got promoted

…. and so on…

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.

They didn’t talk much.

They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world…. no more love…

Kind of typical nowadays, huh?

One day Pooja talked to her Mother:

‘Mom, we can’t stand it anymore. We agree to divorce.

I can’t imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!’

Mother: ‘Sure, girl, that’s no big deal.

Just do whatever you want if you really can’t stand it.

But before that, do one thing first.

Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day?

Take out all money and spend it first.

You shouldn’t keep any record of such a poor marriage.’

Pooja thought it was true.

So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account.

While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record.

She looked, and looked, and looked.

Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind.

Her eyes were then filled with tears.

She left and went home.

When she was home, she handed the passbook to Rahul, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce.

The next day, Rahul gave the passbook back to Pooja.

She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record:

‘This is the day I notice how much I’ve loved you thru out all these years.

How much happiness you’ve brought me.’

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.

Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired?

I did not ask.

I believe the money did not matter anymore after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.

P.S.: Life is about the moments you create, that u can keep it with you FOREVER. After everything is over, THAT is what we have or what we are left with.
So, let’s NOT mess up. Let’s Create and cherish



Thursday, July 11, 2013

Day And Night

I live the day to dream the night
As I dream the night to live the day

I work the day to rest the night
As I rest the night to work the day

I pain the day to gain the night
As I gain the night to pain the day

I give the day to earn the night
As I earn the night to give the day

Life is all about time
As time is all about day and night.

She Walks in Beauty


She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.