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Pigeon in the Coat!!

                                             

There was a famous astrologer and people in his town were scared of him because, whatever he predicted came true.

                                            

One day, two young men from his town conspired to play a trick so that, for once the astrologer would be proved wrong. 

                                           

As it was winter time, one of them put on an overcoat and hid a pigeon inside it. Together they went to the astrologer's house to test him. 

They told the astrologer that, they had a pigeon hidden inside the overcoat and they wanted him to predict if the pigeon was alive or dead. In fact, both the young men had settled among themselves that if the astrologer said the pigeon was alive, the pigeon would be at once throttled and killed before being taken out, and in case if he said it was dead the live pigeon would be taken out and shown to him. Thus, the astrologer would have no way to be right….at least the two friends thought it that way…

                       

                               

However, the answer of the astrologer was one they could not have conceived. He said, "The pigeon is in your hands, so it is neither alive nor dead. Since it is in your hands, it depends only on you."

Both the young men were flabbergasted and said, 

"…You have defeated us, sir!"

                                 

Moral of the Story …

Friends, our life is in one’s own hands. One should learn to live the way one wants to live. Society or its social and political conditions, or any kind of external pressures should not make a difference and one should learn to go one’s own way.

   

                                            

Friends, one’s being is exclusively one’s own. One can always make some adjustments with the society one lives in, but one should do so out of compassion. Any adjustment in life need not be made for fear of punishment or for any reward.

Have a Good Day Friends!

 Mrs. Sangeeta Hegde

                                                                  

The Baby and the Tramp

No matter what your belief...the moral is something to live by.

  

                            A Baby's Hug 

                                                 

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik   in a high chair and noticed  everyone was quietly  sitting and talking. 

Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat   baby hands on the high chair tray.   His eyes were  crinkled in laughter   and his mouth  was bared in a toothless grin, as he   wriggled and giggled with merriment.   I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. 

It was a man  whose pants were baggy with a zipper  at half-mast   and his toes poked   out of would-be shoes.  His shirt was dirty and his  hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his   nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. 

His    hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there,   baby; hi there,   big boy. I see ya, buster,'   the man said to Erik. 

My husband and I exchanged looks thinking, 'What do we do?'  Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.' Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the  man. The old geezer was creating a  nuisance with my  beautiful baby. 

Our meal came and the man began shouting from across  the room, 'Do ya   patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo?  Hey, look, he  knows peek- a-boo.' Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. 

My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for  Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the  admiring skid-row  bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute  comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband   went to pay the check and told me to  meet him in the  parking lot. 

The  old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord,   just let me out of   here before he speaks to me or  Erik,' I prayed. As I  drew closer to  the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and  avoid any air he   might be breathing. 

As I did, Erik leaned over my  arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position.  Before I could stop him,   Erik had propelled himself from my arms  to the man.  

                                

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their   love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission   laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged  shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full   of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my  baby's  bottom and stroked   his back. 

No two beings have ever loved so deeply   for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and  his eyes opened and set squarely on mine.  He said in  a firm commanding   voice, 'You take care of this baby.'

Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and  longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you,   ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.' I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I  ran for the car. 

                                   

My husband was wondering why  I was  crying and holding   Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my   God, forgive me.' 

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the  innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a  child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was   a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. 

I felt it    was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He   shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the  Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.'

If this has blessed you, please bless others by  sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is   really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from, how we got  where we are, and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The  clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you  live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.

 'It is better to be liked for the true you, than to 
    be loved for who  people think you are......

From an email shared by Anaggh Desai

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