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

Path to Healing

It is within us to explore and draw upon our inner resources to heal.

Some wounds are embedded so deeply that no amount of professional expertise can cure, much less heal.

A famous Yale surgeon says that as a surgeon,
he cuts into the body, but he can not order the
wound to heal. Ultimately, it is through our efforts
that healing can occur.

The path to healing is a personal choice. It is a path
where you choose to piece together the fragments
and make it" whole" again. It paves the way to
self-discovery, to open the door to your inner self
and experience inner harmony. And ultimately, come to
meet the child within that has longed for your love ,
care and attention. The child within that is forgotten,
pushed to the background, lurks in the shadows,
but patiently waits to be acknowledged.

WHAT NEEDS HEALING?

Childhood trauma

:

The imprints of childhood experience is a powerful
force. An expectant mother who lives through a stressful
situation during pregnancy share the burden with
the unborn child. Years ago,domestic matters were
never discussed openly, especially issues about abuse,
violence,neglect , abandonment and other related matters.
Today, society is more aware of the potential or
actual existence of abuse and violence in the home.

It is tragic that the innermost and safest sanctuary society
depends upon can be the most dangerous.These are
issues that take its toll on the young victims. They grow
up with wounds, carry them around like a heavy load
on their shoulders.

Some never get over their trauma,
it turns up at the most unexpected moment to haunt them;
yet, there are those who are lucky enough to confront
it and use it to propel themselves to a healthier mind,
body and spirit, successful relationships and life itself.

When love is a venom:

How many hearts have known pain all in the name of love.
It invades lives from all walks of life, social status,
add to that race or creed.No one wants to suffer pain,
but it does happen. Healing a broken heart, picking up
the pieces of broken hopes and dreams, suffer the betrayal ,
endure shattered self-image, re-live the haunting
nightmares, the violation of one's innermost being,
soul and spirit...it can take a lifetime to heal.
The most traumatic of all is the violation that comes
from those who are supposed to provide a nurturing
environment to those who are entrusted to their care.
All in the guise of love.

Grief

The loss of a loved one can be most devastating.
Sometimes one did not have a chance to bid their
last farewell. It was all too sudden.Or one passes
away after a lingering illness, with the relief
that the suffering is over comes the grief of the loss.
At one point and time in one's life, grief is a reality.

Guilt

Wrong turns, wrong choices, wrong decisions-
we all take wrong turns, make wrong decisions and choices.
This is a human trait, even the saintliest of the
saints has experienced this. We stumble, we fall, but many
of us manage to get up and get on with life.The losses
incurred at times may be life-threatening, or at the cost
of financial comfort and security or worst, relationships
are threatened, lost, sadly but innocently or unconsciously
someone else has to bear consequences and the sacrifice.
Wearing guilt on your sleeves, in your heart, in your being
invites negative vibrations and digs you deeper into the mire.

Take a look at those sad eyes,the window of the soul \,
and you'll know. However,this is not a dead-end!

Unfulfilled dreams and hopes

Live your dream,ride on the wings of hope- this will
not always work out. One day you wake up and realize
your dream never materialized and now you languish over
the many years you spent trying to pursue that dream!
All this while, time, opportunities and life passed you by .
Hope can lead to disappointment- realize this. When all
hopes are dashed , what have you got?

PATH TO HEALING:


Healing is a complex matter.
Who has never felt the pains of suffering, be it
physical, mental, emotional, material and spiritual?

Even our dear Mother Earth is in desperate need of
healing from the abuse inflicted upon her through man's
recklessness, negligence and lack of respect.

There are avenues open to healing. One may choose to
spend time with a professional, seek comfort from related
groups, from family, but always, healing has to start
with oneself, from within that deep well of strength .

It takes determination to face up to your dilemma,
but, ultimately,it is most rewarding to regain your personal
power, self-confidence, learn to love yourself and enjoy
that inner peace and calm. It is important to acknowledge
the pain, to recognize the cause, to be able to integrate
the fragmented pieces and be willing to take it to the
next step to be "whole"again.Then, you will be able to
share love and peace with the world once again.

Healing extends beyond the physical state- when the pain
is so deep, the spirit, the soul also bears the pain.
It comes in hauntingly in the dark of the night ,
it fills a once loving heart with venom, it could
ravage a once healthy mind and body. Beneath a once
beautiful and graceful soul is the mask of vengeance.
Venom for venom.

BLOCKS TO HEALING

Sometimes, the path to healing is full of potholes.
Indeed, the path is covered with blocks, where healing
can not be accomplished,it's almost out of reach.

Impediments on the path:
Denial, apathy, self-absorption and self-indulgence,
addiction, putting up walls and barriers, busy-bee
syndrome, compartmentalizing, isolation,withdrawal
from society, cynicism, loss of faith, trust and compassion,
self-pity, poor ?me syndrome, anger, fear of getting
hurt again, martyr complex, neurosis or psychosis,
aggressive/ oppressive behaviour, confrontational attitude
guilt complex, resignation, loss of motivation.
Sometimes, we hurt those we love most deeply,
likewise, we bear the pain they cause. Time is a
great healer, but don't take the painfully slow
route and miss out on what the world holds for you.

Let life flow for you and with you.



E N D .

From an email sent by Mr. G E Moorthy

Mouse Trap. Story on Unity

A mouse looked through the crack
in the wall to see the farmer and
his wife open a package. 
                                                                             


What food might this contain?'
The mouse wondered - - -
he was devastated to discover it
was a mousetrap. 


Retreating to the farmyard,

the mouse proclaimed the warning :

There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!' 


The chicken clucked and scratched,

raised her head and said,

'Mr.Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern
to you, but it is of no consequence
to me. I cannot be bothered by it.'

The mouse turned to
the pig and told him,

'There is a mousetrap in the house!

There is a mousetrap in the house!' 

The pig sympathized, but said, I am
so very sorry, Mr.Mouse, but there
is nothing I can do about it but pray.


Be assured you are in my prayers.' 

The mouse turned to
the cow and said

'There is a mousetrap in the house!

There is a mousetrap in the house!' 


The cow said, 'Wow, Mr. Mouse.
I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin
off my nose.'

So, the mouse returned to the
house, head down and dejected,
to face the farmer's mousetrap . . .
alone.


That very night a sound was heard throughout

the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching

its prey.


The farmer's wife rushed to see
what was caught.   In the darkness,
she did not see it was a venomous
snake whose tail the trap had caught.

The snake bit the farmer's wife.

 The farmer rushed her to the hospital ,

and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever
with fresh chicken soup, so the
farmer took his hatchet to the
farmyard for the soup's main 


ingredient. 

But his wife's sickness continued,
so friends and neighbors came to
sit with her around the clock.

To feed them, the farmer
butchered the  pig. 

The farmer's wife did not get well;

she died. 

So many people came for her funeral,
the farmer had the cow slaughtered to
provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from
his crack in the wall with great sadness.

                                                                                  

So, the next time you hear someone
is facing a problem and think it
doesn't concern you,

remember ----

when one of us is threatened,
we are all at risk. 

We are all involved in this journey called life.

We must keep an eye out
for one another and make an extra
effort to encourage one another.

                    

From an email sent by Shreevijai Sundar,