Welcome to the Stock Market !

Once upon a time in a village, a man announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for Rs 10. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around went out to the forest and started catching them. The man bought thousands at Rs 10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at Rs20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again. Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer rate increased to Rs 25 and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it! The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at Rs 50! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him. In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at Rs 35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell it to him for Rs 50. The villagers squeezed up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys. Then they never saw the man nor his assistant, only monkeys everywhere!

Welcome to the 'Stock Market' !

Life has an Expiry Date !

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to cook food and every now & then I remember she used to cook for us. One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long hard day at work, Mom placed a plate of bread jam and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt toast. But Dad just ate his toast and asked me how was my day at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember I heard Mom apologizing to dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned toast." Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she was really tired. And besides, A burnt toast never hurts anyone but harsh words do!" You know, life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people I'm not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I've learned over the years, is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. Life is too short to wake up with regrets. Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don't.

ENJOY LIFE NOW.

It has an expiry date. :)

Baji Rout - Youngest Martyr of INDIA !

One of the youngest martyrs of freedom fight from Odisha, Baji Rout. Hope u know him. The story goes something like this. Baji Rout, a young boat boy from one village of Odisha. It was one evening in October, 1938 when British police arbitrarily arrested some people and took them to the Police station. Protesting against this injustice, villager’s gheraoed the police station, demanding immediate release of the arrested people. The British police instead opened fire at the agitators that killed two people. However after this incident the British police lost its heart and tried to flee the place. The opted to go through the shortest route via a river. On the wee hours they reached the river bank when it was raining. The thirteen year old Baji Rout was on guard of a boat at that time. He was ordered by the troop to ferry them across the river immediately. Baji who had had already heard details of the brutality of the troop understood that had resorted to villagers and had understood if the British troops were to be obstructed, then they needed to be stopped from going across to the other bank. He therefore refused to ferry them across. The troop threatened to kill him if he did not ferry them across immediately. Baji however rejected their orders again. One of the British soldiers hit Baji Rout head with his gun butt that fractured his skull severely. He collapsed, but he rose again gathering whatever little strength and courage was left with him, and raising his voice to the highest pitch beyond even his strength, warned the British troops not to ferry them till he is alive. A soldier pierced his bayonet into the soft skull of the brave boy even as another started firing ruthlessly. While one of the bullets hit Baji and he lay dead, his other friends were also killed.

Cricket is my Religion and Sachin is my God !!!

When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.

When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Ro...ger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy.

It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will.

Out of the 2068 ODI cricketers played till date, 2052 have not even managed to score half of Sachin Tendulkar's total ODI runs in their respective ODI careers.


That is almost 99.22% cricketers!!

A Day in the Bus !

Zindagi mein kuch pal aise aate hein..

Kuch lamhe hasate hein, Kuch rulate hein..

Kisi bahane se hume yaad karte rehna..

Kyu ki aaj kal log naam tak bhul jaate hein..

 

While I was travelling in the bus today, I saw a group of 6 handicapped kids with one teacher sitting beside me. I was looking at them; all of them were handicapped in a way or other. I was summing up their behavior. Each one of them would talk something which was difficult to understand and they would ask questions to the teacher. For me it resembled like we work all the 6 days of the week looking forward to Sunday for relaxation. Same way all the six kids looking to the teacher for answer. And the teacher was also so patient that she used to answer all of their doubts. Like one girl started to talk something and she was not audible because she was having cough in her throat… her teacher just hinted her like to huh... huh… and she did and then resumed her speaking. It’s sweet na. I got down after some stops after that thinking about their hardships.

The loneliest people are the kindest.

The saddest people smile the brightest.

The most damaged people are the wisest.

All because they do not wish to see anyone else suffer the way they do.

Why I LOVE You???????

I REALLY DO NOT KNOW THE ANSWER OF THIS QUESTION… IN FACT NO ONE IN THIS WORLD CAN ANSWER THIS QUESTION FOR THEIR BELOVED ONES………. STILL LET ME GIVE IT A TRY… this is FOR YOU…..

I LOVE YOU FOR THE CHILD INSIDE YOU

WHO IS VERY INNOCENT………

I LOVE YOU FOR THE WOMAN INSIDE YOU

WHO IS SELF SUFFICIENT………..

I LOVE YOU FOR THE HONESTY YOU HAVE

IN YOUR IDEOLOGIES………………

I LOVE YOU FOR THE DECENCY YOU HAVE

IN YOUR ACTIVITIES………………….

I LOVE YOU FOR THAT NAUGHTY INSIDE YOU

WHO LOVES TO TEASE ME FOR NOTHING……..

I LOVE YOU FOR THE MATURITY IN YOU

WHICH LOVES TO CEASE ME FROM WRONG DOING….

I LOVE YOU FOR THAT PARTNER INSIDE YOU

WHO CARES ME MORE THAN ANYTHING………

I LOVE YOU FOR THAT FRIEND INSIDE YOU

WHO SHARES WITH ME EVERYTHING…………..

I LOVE YOU FOR THAT INNOCENT LOVER INSIDE YOU

WHO ALWAYS SEEKS PURE AFFECTION………..

I LOVE YOU FOR THAT POSSESSIVE DEVIL INSIDE YOU

WHO ALWAYS SEEKS MOST ATTENTION………..

I LOVE YOU FOR YOUR LOVE FOR ME AND THE WAY

IN WHICH YOU SHOW IT…………

I LOVE YOU FOR WHAT YOU ARE AND FOR SURE

YOU KNOW IT……………………….

In one line I can say…………

I LOVE you in all the way………

I LOVE you …………

Because I know you are LIFE and you are there for me…………

Every now and then!!!!!!!!!!!!!

For U !!!

No gym… back paining and more time… so wrote it about u… I know there a little free time for u but still hope u get some time to read it… when I write some poems, I always think of rhyming it but sometime it never happens… this is for u…

Which one of my days leads to you?

I stand in front of the doors of days one by one,

And I see you in each door

Offering me in your hands

But I cannot touch you,

The water is a desert mirage

But, between me and you

That thing I can’t see

Here I am,

Standing on the crossroads of the heart,

Fearing that, you may tomorrow forget my face

My Love,

Which of the winds can take me to your clouds?

How long should I bleed in front of you, to smile?

Here it is,

My blood is breathing, lonely,

Running to its joy when sitting under the shine of your eyes,

But, why is the impossible always following me like a curse?

Why does u confiscate my flowers?

And steel my tongue?

Can’t you be just the charming without being the impossible?

Without my heart getting demolished and yelping like a wounded wolf?

But, between me and you

That thing I can’t see

My love,

I have no sword to fight with, except your touch,

A kingdom will be born for me in your heart one day,

I will defeat that thing I can’t see,

Don’t shut your door,

Just,

Wait for me

Now I don’t understand what I wrote but wrote something. If u understood then well and good for me, if not will explain it someday. But I wrote something....

Happy Women's Day !!!

Once upon time, there was this lady and her beloved son who lived in a town with other members of the family.  The lady was a proud Mother of 4 children apart from her beloved son.  They all lived together happily and lead a nice life with the father earning for them and taking care of his family. Naturally, with only one member earning for such a big family and the father had a small job, it was constrained family as far as the spending was concerned. Yet they all shared a very strong bond of love and lived very happily. 

One day, the son was told in his school to make a chart for bad conductors of electricity and heat.  The teacher had told to collect samples of each of the bad conductors and put them on the chart and write about each of those things.  The boy pulled the old drawer and got a piece of news paper and put it under the head "Paper". Then he opened the old cupboard and got a small piece of rag and called "cloth". Thereafter he went to the backyard and picked a small piece of bark from a tree lying there and called "Wood".  The next was "Plastic".  The boy thought for a while and then remembered that there was a small plastic spoon that he had gotten along with the cough syrup that he had the previous month.  He climbed up the shelves in the kitchen and took the spoon and placed it under "Plastic". The next one was "China / Porcelain".  It took a while for him to figure out what it was and then realized what he should have for that.

He went around, but could not find anything.  So he went to his mother and showed her the chart.  The Mother exclaimed in excitement and appreciated her son's effort and hugged and kissed him.  He asked her, "Mom, there's only one thing left, china / porcelain.  What do I do for it? I don't have anything".  The Mother got the boy out of her lap and took him straight to the rack where they had coffee mugs, which they had bought just a few days ago.  She pulled out her mug from the shelf and went to the backyard with her son.  The boy just followed his mother anxiously waiting what's going to happen next.  She took him next to a wall and hit the mug hard on the wall and broke it into pieces.  Then she bent down and picked up the best of the pieces that were lying down and gave it to him and said "Here you go. Put this up on your chart".  The boy was all smiles and placed the piece of mug under the head "China/Porcelain". 

His work was much appreciated in the school and the boy was very happy.  He came home that evening and told his mother about the whole story.  The Mother felt complete and hugged her son and blessed him.

The next day, when everyone was having coffee in their mugs, the Mother was having it in an old stainless steel glass, finding it difficult to hold as there was no handle.  The boy understood that the Mother had broken her mug and so was going through this.  He smiled at her and so did the Mother.

A few years later when the boy grew up into a Man he remembered that day again and realized that it was not possible for the mother to buy a new mug because of the constraints that they had with only the father earning for the entire family. He remembered they used to buy the mugs only once in a year.  If someone broke it in between, it meant that they had to drink in that old steel glass for the rest of the year.  When the mother broke her mug they had just then bought a few days ago, which meant that the mother knew that she had to drink in the steel glass for the entire year, but still she sacrificed her comforts for her son.  He felt really sad for his mother.

The boy (now a Man) went to a shop and bought a nice new mug for his mother.  He gave it to her and told her that he remembered that day when his mother broke her mug for him and how he had realized about what had happened at that time.  The mother was excited to see the mug and appreciated her son's concern.  After listening to the story of what she had done, she said, "Really? Had I done that? You have a very good memory!! I don't even remember I had done that". The boy was in tears .....

The story ends here.... but the sacrifices that mothers do never end. They just go on forever.  We see women playing different roles, but I think the best of it all is when you see her as your "MOTHER".