Imagination & Projection!

                            

Once Mulla Nasruddin and his friend Sheikh Abdullah lost their way in a forest. They kept trying and trying to find their way out but slowly the day turned in to evening  and finally darkness of night descended on the forest….so, both of them had to wait for the whole night under a tree. It was a dangerous ground with many wild animals around, so they had to keep awake as any moment they could be attacked and killed.

                                            

Both of them tried to keep awake, but Mulla was tired and was feeling very sleepy, so he told Sheikh Abdullah, "Let us invent something, because I am feeling very sleepy and now it is impossible to stay awake. The entire day we have been travelling…. I am very tired!"

Sheikh Abdullah asked, "…I agree, but what can we do?"

Mulla said, "We shall play a game, a game of guessing. You keep describing any film actress …just become the film actress and describe yourself …. I will try to guess who this film actress is. Then it will be my turn and you guess."                                                   
Even Abdullah was much interested, as it seemed to be a good game to pass the time. Abdullah said, "Fine, it is my turn and I shall describe…!" He contemplated a little and then said, "My eyes are like Noor Jahan, my nose is like Cleopatra and my lips like Marilyn Monroe's…." and he went on and on….     
In that dark night Mulla  was slowly getting excited, his heart-beats were fast, blood pressure was high. Even in the dark his eyes were shining, face turned pink…. And when Sheikh Abdullah said, "Now the measurements of my body…thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six…." 
                     

Nasruddin couldn’t wait any more and suddenly jumped over to Sheikh Abdullah and  Sheikh Abdullah was shouting, "Wait, wait…guess…!"

                                

But Mulla said, "Who is bothered about guessing now? I don't care who you are….come on…!"

Moral of the Story …

Friends, for most of us life is only projection, imagination, desire and passion…hence we always remain the victims. 

This is a reality and this is about us.

God comes only to those who know how to wait. God never comes through desires, he comes through patience. 
Having patience is passive desiring !

Have a Great Day Friends !

Mrs. Sangeeta Hegde

Wisdom

Neat words of wisdom, by an older 'lady' 
  


The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'



I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.


She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'

'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.


After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.     
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.' 
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.



We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

       

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twe nty yea rs old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.


Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.



Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this , please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. 

From a mail shared by Hitaarth Sanghavi

Human Stupidity

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Via: Mrs. Sangeeta Hegde