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| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
A famous book writer sat in his study. He took out his pen and began to write: “Last year, I had surgery to remove gallstones. I was bedridden for a long time. In the same year, I turned 60 and was retired … quitting a company that I loved so much. I had to leave the job I've been doing for 35 years. That same year I was abandoned by my beloved mother who passed away. Then, still in the same year, my son failed his final medical exam because of a car accident. Repair costs from the car damage marked the peak of bad luck last year.” At the end he wrote: “What, what a bad year!" The writer's wife entered the room and found her husband who was sad and pensive. From behind, the wife saw the husband's writing. Slowly she backed away and left the room. 15 minutes later she came back in and put down a piece of paper with the following words: “Last year, my husband finally managed to get rid of his gallbladder which had been making his stomach hurt for years. That same year, I am grateful that my husband was able to retire in a healthy and happy state of mind & body. I thank God he was given the opportunity to work and earn for 35 years to support our family. Now, my husband can spend more of his time writing, which has always been his hobby. In the same year, my 95 year old mother-in-law, without any pain, returned to God in peace. And still in the same year, God protected our son from harm in a terrible car accident. Our car was seriously damaged by the accident, but my son survived without any serious injuries.” In the last sentence his wife wrote: “Last year was a year full of extraordinary blessings from God, and we spent it full of wonder and gratitude.” The writer smiled with emotion, and warm tears flowed down his cheeks. He was grateful for a different point of view for every event he had gone through the past year. A different perspective of the same events now made him joyful. Friends, in this life we must understand that it is not happiness or joy that makes us grateful. It is *gratitude that makes us happy/joyful*! Let’s practise seeing events from a positive point of view and keep envy away from our hearts. _”We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”_ *Abraham Lincoln* |
| 2022 staying sharp :grab some cha-sha ☕ and Identify a fruit from each statement:- (There is a fruit in every line) E.g. : Did you see a man go by? (Mango) 1.He found his home lonely after his dog’s death. 2.One dare not rob an anaconda of its prey. 3.The crook made his escape armed with a gem. 4.She told her uncle money was what she needed more. 5.If I go out now, I shall miss my cousin. 6.Either courage or anger made him move swiftly. 7.The beggar held out his cap pleading for money. 8.Matters regarding rape should be dealt differently. 9.The English teacher Ryan teaches French too. 10.He saw his papa yawning at work. 11.He had kept on his lap lumpsum of money 12.Are classes for Telugu available in this city? 13.It is easy to shape a child rather than a man. 14.He is an extremely cheesy guy. 15.Can I wear a khaki with a black shirt? |
A famous yogi came to visit Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji in Kartarpur. He was impressed with such a lovely community and he said to the Guru “Wow, this is heavenly! what a beautiful community!” Guru Nanak said “You will see just how beautiful.” The next day Guru Ji announced to the whole village, “We will all go on a walk together!” Everyone got ready for the walk, but something strange began to happen in the air. Dark clouds began to fill the sky and the wind started blowing very harshly. When Guru Nanak came out of his house, he had a very wild look in his eyes. He had some ferocious dogs with him that were barking madly. He was wearing heavy clothes and had a sharp knife in his hand. Without saying anything Guru Nanak Ji started walking with great speed. The people thought, “What is going on? Guru Ji is not acting normal.” Some of them got spooked and didn’t want to follow him on this strange walk. Something didn’t seem quite right to them. But many people felt that Guru ji had given them an order to follow him for the walk. So they listened to the master and tried to catch up to his fast pace. The walk was longer than normal. They didn’t take the usual paths so it was difficult to go along. But wait! What was this!? They started to notice there were copper coins laying on the ground! Guru ji must have put them there. They thought, “He must be rewarding us for our obedience in following on this strange journey.” So they took their share of copper coins and went back to the safety of their homes. Those who were left kept going for quite a while longer. This was starting to become a much, much longer walk then they had expected. The Guru was walking on, and on, and they kept up. But it was starting to be too much. Just then they saw something completely unexpected. There were silver coins laying on the ground! They thought, “Guru Nanak is great! We’re very lucky that we waited longer and went through the extra effort. Now we have silver coins! They picked up the coins and left. Not many people were left at this point. Those who stayed surely had a lot of devotion to keep walking this far and not stop to pick up the copper and silver coins. Then guess what happened next? Gold coins appeared on the ground! The people who picked up loads of gold coins were very happy. “It was well worth it to follow the Guru today,” they thought. Guru Ji kept madly walking on and by this time the only ones left were two Sikhs, Bhai Lehna, the Yogi and the Guru. They kept on walking. They came to a corpse lying in the road. It was covered with a sheet and it smelled really bad. “Okay!” said the Guru. “Stop here. I want you to eat this corpse.” The two Sikhs didn’t know what to do with such a weird command, they simply turned and ran away. Bhai Lehna Ji only knew to obey his Guru out of love, he said “Where shall I start? At the head or the toes?” Guru Nanak yelled, “Start in the middle!!” Bhai Lehna devotedly went to the corpse to do as he was told, and when he lifted the sheet off the body something had changed. The awful smell of the dead body had turned sweet. Under the sheet all he saw was Prashad! He took a handful of the Prashad and he offered it to the Guru. Now Guru Nanak looked at the Yogi and said “See, I have many followers but only one true student.” The Yogi said “This man is like your ‘ang’, a limb of your own body, he is a part of you.” Guru Nanak named Lehna ‘Angad’. The Sikh who was so devoted he was the same as the Guru. Angad’s humility and devotion completely ate up his ego. That is why he became worthy of sitting on the throne of Guruship and carrying on the light of Guru Nanak. Through his devotion Lehna became Guru Angad Dev Ji. |
| -------------------------------------------- The battlefield of Kurukshetra was being prepared to facilitate the movement of mammoth armies with large cavelries. They used elephants to uproot trees and clear the ground. On one such tree lived a sparrow, a mother of four young ones. As the tree was being knocked down, her nest landed on the ground alongwith her offspring - too young to fly - miraculously unharmed. The vulnerable and frightened sparrow looked around for help. Just then she saw Krishna scanning the field with Arjuna. They were there to physically examine the battleground and devise a winning strategy before the onset of the war. She flapped her tiny wings with all her might to reach Krishna's chariot. "Please save my children, O Krishna, " the sparrow pleaded."They will be crushed tomorrow when this battle starts. " I hear you," said He, the Omnicient One, but I can't interfere with the laws of nature." "All I know is that you are my saviour, O Lord. I rest my children's fate in your hands. You can kill them or you can save them, it's upto you now" "The wheel of Time moves indiscriminately, " Krishna spoke like an ordinary man implying that there wasn't anything he could do about it. "I don't know your philosophy," the sparrow said with faith and reverence. "You are the wheel of time. That's all I know. I surrender to thee." "Stock food for three weeks in your nest then." Unaware of the on going coversation, Arjuna was trying to shoo away the sparrow when Krishna smiled at the bird. She fluttered her wings a few minutes in obeisance and flew back to her nest. Two days later, just before the boom of conchs announced the commencement of the battle, Krishna asked Arjuna for his bow and arrow. Arjuna was startled because Krishna vowed to not lift any weapon in the war. Besides, Arjuna believed that he was the best archer out there. "Order me, Lord," he said with conviction, nothing is impenetrable for my arrows." Quietly taking the bow from Arjuna, Krishna took aim at an elephant. But, instead of bringing the animal down, the arrow hit the bell around its neck and sparks flew. Arjuna couldn't contain his chuckle seeing that Krishna missed an easy mark. "Should I?" He offered. Again ignoring his reaction, Krishna gave him back the bow and said that no further action was necessary. "But why did you shoot the elephant Keshav? Arjun asked. "Because this elephant had knocked down the tree sheltering that sparrow's nest." "Which sparrow?" Arjun exclaimed. "Plus, the elephant is unhurt and alive. Only the bell is gone!" Dismissing Arjuna's questions, Krishna instructed him to blow his conch. The war began, numerous lives were lost over the next eighteen days. The Pandavas won in the end. Once again, Krishna took Arjuna with him to navigate through the ruddy field. Many corpses still lay there awaiting their funeral. The battleground was littered with severed limbs and heads, lifeless steed and elephants. Krishna stopped at a certain spot and looked down thoughtfully at an elephant-bell. "Arjuna," he said, "will you lift this bell for me and put it aside?" The instruction, though simple, made little sense to Arjuna. Afterall, in the vast field where plenty of other things needed clearing , why would Krishna ask him to move an insignificant piece of metal out of the way? He looked at him questioningly. "Yes, this bell," Krishna reiterated. "It's the same bell that had come off the elephant's neck I had shot at." Arjuna bent down to lift the heavy bell without another question. As soon as he lifted it, his world changed forever. One, two, three, four and five. Four young birds flew out one after another followed by a sparrow. The mother bird swirled in circle around Krishna, circumambulating him in great joy. The one bell cleaved eighteen days ago had protected the entire family. "Forgive me O Krishna, said Arjuna, "Seeing you in human body and behaving like ordinary mortals, I had forgotten who you really are." *STAY INSIDE THE BELL TILL IT IS LIFTED By The Lord* 🌺🍃 |
| Letter from a US . Airline pilot: He writes: My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. On this flight." (H.R. Stands for human remains.) "Are they military?" I asked. 'Yes', she said. 'Is there an escort?' I asked. 'Yes, I already assigned him a seat'. 'Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early," I said.. A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us. 'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia ,' he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words. I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat. We completed our pre-flight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. 'I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board', she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia . The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. 'I'm on it', I said. I told her that I would get back to her. Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a Secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me. Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I Saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text: 'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans.. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.' I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, 'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.' Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft manuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us. 'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realised that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the co-pilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, 'Take your time.' I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.' We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft. When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one. Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier. I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety Foot note: I know everyone who has served their country who reads this will have tears in their eyes, including me. Prayer chain for our Military... Don't break it! Please send this on after a short prayer for our service men and women. Don't break it! I do Remember The Epitaph at “ Chushul” in Ladhak after the Chinese Ops of 1962 : “ When you go home Tell them ,for their Today we gave our Tomorrow” “ They die for me and mine and you and yours and deserve our honour and respect. 'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us..bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need.. In God’s Name' 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 |
| Do you know what normally happens after your funeral? In a few hours the cry sound will be completely stopped. Family will be busy ordering food from hotels for relatives.. Grandchildren running and playing. Some men would go to the tea shop for walk before going to bed. Your neighbour will be angry, thinking that your people may have thrown the Ritual leaves close to their gate. A relative will talk to your daughter on the phone about not being able to come in person due to an emergency situation. At the next day's dinner, few relatives get reduced , and few complains not having enough salt in the curry. Foreign relations would have secretly planned tourism, as if they had never looked so far on the way there. A relative may be complaining about funeral that he has spent a few hundred rupees more on his share. The crowd will slowly begin to dissolve .. In the coming days Some calls may come to your phone without knowing you are dead. Your office will be rushing to find someone to replace you. One week later, after hearing the news of your death, Some Facebook friends may search with curious sadness to know what your last post was. In two weeks your son and daughter will return to work after their emergency leave get over. By the end of the month,Your spouse will be watching a comedy show and laughing. In the coming months, your close relationships will return to the cinema and the beach. Everybody’s life will go back to normal Just as there is no difference between a withered leaf of a big tree and what you live and die for, it all happens so easily ,so fast, without any movement. Rains have started, the election is coming, the crowds on the buses are as usual, an actress is getting married, the festival is coming, the World Cup cricket is going as planned, the flowers are in full bloom, and your pet gave birth to next puppy. You will be forgotten by this world at an astonishing pace. In the meanwhile your first year death anniversary will be celebrated in a grand manner. In the blink of an eye Years have passed and there is no one to talk about you. One day, just looking at old photos, one of your close friend may remember you, In your hometown, of the thousands of people you've become acquainted with, only one person may remember and talk about sometime. You maybe living elsewhere, as someone else, if reincarnation is true. Otherwise, you will be nothing and will be plunged into darkness for decades. Tell me now... People are waiting to forget you easily Then who are you running around for? And who are you worried for? For most part of your life, say 80%, you think about what your relatives and neighbors think about you.. Are you living a life to satisfy them? NO USE Life is only Once , just live it up Fully…., |
| Everyone is conscious but most are spiritually unaware. Even many who believe themselves to be on a spiritual path are unaware; and they are unaware that they are unaware. Avatars and Perfect Masters come to shake us up, to awaken us from our spiritual slumber. Often they are misunderstood and seen as controversial figures. Many proud spiritual figures of the time in Kolkata thought of Ramakrishna as a crazy man. Few were aware of Lahiri Mahasaya's spiritual realization. Paramahansa Yogananda and Swami Vivekananda met with many difficulties from others who professed knowledge of the spiritual path. Some Swamis thought Ramana Maharishi had a brain disorder Now in retrospect they are extolled as spiritual giants and worshipped. There are always Avatars and Perfect Masters living on earth, but very few recognize them. If Paramahansa Yogananda were to incarnate on earth again he would have the same consciousness but would have a new body, personality and name. I wonder how many who profess to be his devotees would recognize him? |
Interesting- This Can Happen Only In USA ----------- This actually took place in Charlotte, North Carolina, USA. A lawyer purchased a box of very rare and expensive cigars, then insured them against, among other things, loss due to fire. Within a month, having smoked his entire stockpile of these great cigars, the lawyer filed a claim against the insurance company. In his claim, the lawyer stated the cigars were lost 'in a series of small fires.' The insurance company refused to pay, citing the obvious reason, that the man had consumed the cigars in the normal fashion. The lawyer sued and WON! (Stay with me.) Delivering the ruling, the judge agreed with the insurance company that the claim was frivolous. The judge stated nevertheless, that the lawyer held a policy from the company, in which it had warranted that the cigars were insurable and also guaranteed that it would insure them against fire, without defining what is considered to be unacceptable 'fire' and was obligated to pay the claim. Rather than endure lengthy and costly appeal process, the insurance company accepted the ruling and paid $15,000 to the lawyer for his loss of the cigars that perished in the 'fires'. NOW FOR THE BEST PART... After the lawyer cashed the cheque, the insurance company had him arrested on 24 counts of ARSON!!! With his own insurance claim and testimony from the previous case being used against him, the lawyer was convicted of intentionally burning his insured property and was sentenced to 24 months in jail and a $24,000 fine. This true story won First Place in last year's Criminal Lawyers Award contest in USA. |
1. " Sometimes You Wake Up. Sometimes the fall kills You. And Sometimes ; When You fall, You FLY.....". 2. " We ARE - What we Pretend to be ; So we MUST be Careful about what we PRETEND TO BE....." 3. " What is Meant TO BE ; Shall ALWAYS - Find A Way...." 4. " Pain - It is Temporary ; Quitting - Lasts FOREVER...." 5. " It is NOT the Load that breaks You down ; It is the WAY that You CARRY It.." The MOST IMPORTANT OF IT ALL....(By Hāfez-e Shīrāzī ) " And still,after all this time,the SUN has NEVER said to the EARTH- "You owe me." Look what Happens with LOVE like That - It LIGHTS UP the SKY....." So very TRUE..... |
| Sometime after Ramakrishna hurt his arm, Tarak came to Dakshineswar. He brought prasad, holy clay, some holy dust, and a rosary from Vrindaban for the Master. When he noticed the bandage on the Master's arm, he asked, "What happened to your arm?" The Master replied: "I was going to take a look at the moon, when my feet tripped over a low railing and my arm was broken. The suffering has not stopped." "Is it a dislocation or a fracture?" Tarak asked. "I don't know," said the Master. "These people have simply bandaged my hand. I like to chant the Mother's name with my mind at ease — but just see the trouble now. They won't even let me undo the bandage. Is it possible to call on the Mother in such a painful state? Sometimes I think, what nonsense this bandage is! Let me break all these bonds and merge in the Divine. Then again I think, no, this is just another aspect of the divine play. There is also some joy in this." Tarak told the Master, "By your mere wish you can be cured." “What!" exclaimed the Master. "Can I cure myself by only a wish?" Then he paused a moment and added: "No. Suffering from this affliction is good, for those who come here with desires will see the condition I am in and will go away. They won't bother me." Then he said, "Mother, you played a clever trick." At that he started to sing. Soon he merged into samadhi... |
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