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Thursday, 26 January 2012
logical Solution
This is worth reading... never underestimate your customer's complaint, no matter how silly it might sound to be.
This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive.
A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors
This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night. But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it.
It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem. You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?
The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised and greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.
The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start. Now the Engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem.
And toward this end he began to take notes he jotted down all sorts of data time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc.
In a short time, he had a clue the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why The answer was in the layout of the store.
Vanilla being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor.
Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time.
Once time became problem - not the vanilla ice cream Eureka!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer vapour lock.
It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to
dissipate.
So then ,Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool thinking.
This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its Customer-Care Executive.
A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors
This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night. But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it.
It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem. You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?
The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an Engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised and greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinnertime, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.
The Engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start. Now the Engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem.
And toward this end he began to take notes he jotted down all sorts of data time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc.
In a short time, he had a clue the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why The answer was in the layout of the store.
Vanilla being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor.
Now, the question for the Engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time.
Once time became problem - not the vanilla ice cream Eureka!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer vapour lock.
It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to
dissipate.
So then ,Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool thinking.
The common mistake
A nice story ...for all of us:)
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'You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given....rrrrhhhhh......Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh............ Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh .'- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. 'Raaajeeessshhh... .'...I heard my wife yelling. What's w/ her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can't be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. 'Raaajesssh....' 'Coming Meera..what's w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..'.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife& daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what's happening here? Am I in a dream?
'Meera...'
'Yeah Rajesh...'
'You called me. In fact yelled.'
'Yes. You are right!'
'Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then...'
'It's 'cos it's going to be 8am now.'
I couldn't understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
'Yes. It's going to be 8am.Right! So...?'
'Rajesh, don't tell me, you forgot...today is 27th'
'27th..What 27th?
'Don't tell me you don't remember?'
Meera gave me an 'I'll kill you' look. Is it her birthday? No it's somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter's? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
'Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary...'
'Whaattttttt? ???....Anniversaryy yyy???.....'
Got it. It's not our anniversary. Before I get killed...What's w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What's with all women? Why can't they be straight forward& say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
'Meera, Sorry, I don't remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What's today?' Meera doesn't seem like buying that excuse from me.
'Meera, please tell me' I asked in a pitiable tone..
'Rajesh..You don't remember at all?' I moved my head left& right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from 'amnesia'.
'Rajesh, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don't tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn't believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
'at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
"Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?'
'Oh I didn't remind you? Great. I didn't call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed'
Might be I wouldn't have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. Whatever!!
'Meera! Can't you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Rajesh. It's Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but. ..'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No...actually. .what..I am saying is..'
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her?'
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can't miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can't face Meera again if I don't go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that's not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don't fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
'Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???' Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager& told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, 'cos it's the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here& there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
'Are you achala's daddy?' - A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
'Yes,,,My Daddy.....' - Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
'Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..' - I told hello to everyone.
'Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.' - I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
'Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won't be able to come. She told she won't come in today. You don't have work Uncle?' - Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. 'No Zakir, I don't have work'
'Daddy, they are calling for the games. ' . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me& achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don't know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out 'Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..' She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don't like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is 'Honey dew'
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. 'Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go& attend the game'. Most of the things, my daughter has written& gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her& I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a 'toy guitar'. Everyone congratulated us. Thou' I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don't deserve this. I don't know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don't want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera's as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice 'Daddy! You have to leave now?'
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It's already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come& pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head 'No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only...we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?'
'Really?' - She asked in an unbelievable tone.
'Yes sweetz'
'Thank you Daddy!' - Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, 'back to school' has taught me a wonderful life's lesson. I called my manager& told that am running high fever and can't come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
Life is often misinterpreted... We work to live and not live to work...
Search the real meaning of Life.
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'You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given....rrrrhhhhh......Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh............ Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh .'- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. 'Raaajeeessshhh... .'...I heard my wife yelling. What's w/ her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can't be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. 'Raaajesssh....' 'Coming Meera..what's w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..'.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife& daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what's happening here? Am I in a dream?
'Meera...'
'Yeah Rajesh...'
'You called me. In fact yelled.'
'Yes. You are right!'
'Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then...'
'It's 'cos it's going to be 8am now.'
I couldn't understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
'Yes. It's going to be 8am.Right! So...?'
'Rajesh, don't tell me, you forgot...today is 27th'
'27th..What 27th?
'Don't tell me you don't remember?'
Meera gave me an 'I'll kill you' look. Is it her birthday? No it's somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter's? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
'Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary...'
'Whaattttttt? ???....Anniversaryy yyy???.....'
Got it. It's not our anniversary. Before I get killed...What's w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away. What's with all women? Why can't they be straight forward& say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
'Meera, Sorry, I don't remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What's today?' Meera doesn't seem like buying that excuse from me.
'Meera, please tell me' I asked in a pitiable tone..
'Rajesh..You don't remember at all?' I moved my head left& right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from 'amnesia'.
'Rajesh, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don't tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn't believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
'at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
"Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?'
'Oh I didn't remind you? Great. I didn't call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed'
Might be I wouldn't have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. Whatever!!
'Meera! Can't you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Rajesh. It's Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but. ..'
'But what????...'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No...actually. .what..I am saying is..'
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her?'
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can't miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can't face Meera again if I don't go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
'No...that's not..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don't fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
'Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???' Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager& told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, 'cos it's the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here& there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
'Are you achala's daddy?' - A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
'Yes,,,My Daddy.....' - Achala responded in an excited tone. And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
'Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..' - I told hello to everyone.
'Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.' - I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
'Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won't be able to come. She told she won't come in today. You don't have work Uncle?' - Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. 'No Zakir, I don't have work'
'Daddy, they are calling for the games. ' . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me& achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don't know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out 'Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..' She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don't like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is 'Honey dew'
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. 'Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go& attend the game'. Most of the things, my daughter has written& gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet. Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her& I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a 'toy guitar'. Everyone congratulated us. Thou' I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don't deserve this. I don't know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir . What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don't want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes. Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera's as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice 'Daddy! You have to leave now?'
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It's already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come& pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head 'No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only...we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?'
'Really?' - She asked in an unbelievable tone.
'Yes sweetz'
'Thank you Daddy!' - Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, 'back to school' has taught me a wonderful life's lesson. I called my manager& told that am running high fever and can't come in today. I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
Life is often misinterpreted... We work to live and not live to work...
Search the real meaning of Life.
The Mayonnaise Jar
When things in your life seem, almost too much to handle,
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class
and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students, if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else --The small stuff.
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued,
there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
'Take care of the golf balls first --
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'
When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,
Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class
and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly,
He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar
And proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students, if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured
them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly.
The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.
Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively
filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, as the laughter subsided,
'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - family,
children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –
Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else --The small stuff.
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued,
there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,
You will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.
'Take care of the golf balls first --
The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.'
Khwabon Ke Parindey
Ude, khule aasaman mein khwabon ke parindey
Ude, dil ke jahaan main khaabon ke parinday
Oho, kya pata, jaayenge kahan
Khule hain jo pal, kahe yeh nazar
Lagta hai ab hai jaage hum
Fikrein jo thi, peechhe reh gayi
Nikle unse aage hum
Hawa mein beh rahi hai zindagi
Yeh hum se keh rahi hai zindagi
Oho, ab toh, jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, khule aasaman mein khwabon ke parindey
Ude, dil ke jahaan main khwabon ke parindey
Oho, kya pata, jayenge kahaan
Kisi ne chhua toh yeh hua
Phirte hain mehake mehake hum
Khoyi hain kahin baatein nayi
Jab hain aise behake hum
Hua hai yun ke dil pighal gaye
Bas ek pal mein hum badal gaye
Oho, ab toh, jo bhi ho so ho
Roshni mili
Ab raah mein hai ik dilkashi si barsi
Har khusi mili
Ab zindagi pe hai zindagi si barsi
Ab jeena hamne seekha hai
Yaad hai kal, aaya tha woh pal
Jisme jaadoo aisa tha
Hum ho gaye jaise naye
Woh pal jaane kaisa tha
Kahe yeh dil ke jaaun dil ki tu
Jahan bhi leke jaaye aarzoo
Oho, ab toh...
Jo bhi ho so ho
Jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, jo bhi ho so ho
Song Title: Khwabon Ke Parindey
Song Writer: Javed Akhtar
Singer: Mohit Chauhan, Alyssa Mendonsa
Movie Album: Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (ZNMD)
Music Composer: Shankar Ehsan Loy
Ude, dil ke jahaan main khaabon ke parinday
Oho, kya pata, jaayenge kahan
Khule hain jo pal, kahe yeh nazar
Lagta hai ab hai jaage hum
Fikrein jo thi, peechhe reh gayi
Nikle unse aage hum
Hawa mein beh rahi hai zindagi
Yeh hum se keh rahi hai zindagi
Oho, ab toh, jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, khule aasaman mein khwabon ke parindey
Ude, dil ke jahaan main khwabon ke parindey
Oho, kya pata, jayenge kahaan
Kisi ne chhua toh yeh hua
Phirte hain mehake mehake hum
Khoyi hain kahin baatein nayi
Jab hain aise behake hum
Hua hai yun ke dil pighal gaye
Bas ek pal mein hum badal gaye
Oho, ab toh, jo bhi ho so ho
Roshni mili
Ab raah mein hai ik dilkashi si barsi
Har khusi mili
Ab zindagi pe hai zindagi si barsi
Ab jeena hamne seekha hai
Yaad hai kal, aaya tha woh pal
Jisme jaadoo aisa tha
Hum ho gaye jaise naye
Woh pal jaane kaisa tha
Kahe yeh dil ke jaaun dil ki tu
Jahan bhi leke jaaye aarzoo
Oho, ab toh...
Jo bhi ho so ho
Jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, jo bhi ho so ho
Ude, jo bhi ho so ho
Song Title: Khwabon Ke Parindey
Song Writer: Javed Akhtar
Singer: Mohit Chauhan, Alyssa Mendonsa
Movie Album: Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (ZNMD)
Music Composer: Shankar Ehsan Loy
Rambunctious emotions
How can I love you so
Yet it be unspoken?
The unspoken brings distress
For that which is unspoken
Is also unheard
That which is unheard
Is then not believed
My quintessence has to be relieved
For faith comes by hearing
Love being greater than faith
Grows by affective declarations
Love is some sort of religion
It has got to be believed.
I believe it but do you?
I am a Love believer but are you?
You do not know the depth
Of my affection, nor the colour
Of my sentiment, nor the shade
Of my rambunctious emotions
Tis a whole range if you must know.
Anger that it cannot be expressed,
Heartbreak that it will not be heard,
Exultation when I speak it to me,
Jealousy that another will someday
Speak what I cannot utter.
“I love You!”
That’s all I long to say but dare not
A paper is a mute thing and writing,
Is never the same as speaking.
The letter kills,
the Voice gives Life!
Bring your ears, Oh! Your heart
Close to me and let me with an
Eternal whisper declare my undying passion
Yet it be unspoken?
The unspoken brings distress
For that which is unspoken
Is also unheard
That which is unheard
Is then not believed
My quintessence has to be relieved
For faith comes by hearing
Love being greater than faith
Grows by affective declarations
Love is some sort of religion
It has got to be believed.
I believe it but do you?
I am a Love believer but are you?
You do not know the depth
Of my affection, nor the colour
Of my sentiment, nor the shade
Of my rambunctious emotions
Tis a whole range if you must know.
Anger that it cannot be expressed,
Heartbreak that it will not be heard,
Exultation when I speak it to me,
Jealousy that another will someday
Speak what I cannot utter.
“I love You!”
That’s all I long to say but dare not
A paper is a mute thing and writing,
Is never the same as speaking.
The letter kills,
the Voice gives Life!
Bring your ears, Oh! Your heart
Close to me and let me with an
Eternal whisper declare my undying passion
Challenges of life
The Japanese have always loved fresh fish.
But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades.
So to feed the Japanese population,
Fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever.
The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste.
To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats.
They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer.
However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish.
The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin.
After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving.
They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference.
Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste.
The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.
The Japanese fishing companies solved this problem as follows:
Here is How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh:
To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks.
But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged.
Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired & dull,
So we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving?
Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges to keep us active and lively.....
But the waters close to Japan have not held many fish for decades.
So to feed the Japanese population,
Fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever.
The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring in the fish. If the return trip took more than a few days, the fish were not fresh. The Japanese did not like the taste.
To solve this problem, fishing companies installed freezers on their boats.
They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer.
However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen and they did not like frozen fish.
The frozen fish brought a lower price. So fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin.
After a little thrashing around, the fish stopped moving.
They were tired and dull, but alive. Unfortunately, the Japanese could still taste the difference.
Because the fish did not move for days, they lost their fresh-fish taste.
The Japanese preferred the lively taste of fresh fish, not sluggish fish.
The Japanese fishing companies solved this problem as follows:
Here is How Japanese Fish Stay Fresh:
To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks.
But now they add a small shark to each tank. The shark eats a few fish, but most of the fish arrive in a very lively state. The fish are challenged.
Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired & dull,
So we need a Shark in our life to keep us awake and moving?
Basically in our lives Sharks are new challenges to keep us active and lively.....
Essence of Marriage
Married or not… you should read this.
Marriage.
“When I got home that night as... my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
I saw this on the internet.. I thought I would share this on my blog (Source: nathanpersuasion)
Marriage.
“When I got home that night as... my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”
I saw this on the internet.. I thought I would share this on my blog (Source: nathanpersuasion)
Treasure what you have
From the very beginning, girl's family objected strongly on her
dating this guy..., saying that it has got to do with family
background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she
were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though
the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your
love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused
the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl
often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in
silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to
further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the
girl:
"I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you.
If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As
for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry
me?" The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally
gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they
got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy
was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through
emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving
up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked
down by a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents
beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her
mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all
that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost her
voice....
The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose
her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing
coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides
silence cry,..it's still just silence cry that accompanied her.
Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the
ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang.
She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to
him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any
longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent
millions & millions of reply, countless of phonecalls,. . all the
girl could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided
to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be
happy.
With a new environment, the girl learns sign language & started a
new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One
day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not
to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore
news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing a
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When
she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was
about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing
in front of her.
He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign
language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise.
Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he
slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.
Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know
how to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll
know how to treasure.
Treasure what you have right now, or else you will
regret one day...
Source: Internet
dating this guy..., saying that it has got to do with family
background, & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she
were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarreled very often. Though
the girl loved the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your
love for me?" As the guy is not good with his words, this often caused
the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl
often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in
silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to
further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the
girl:
"I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you.
If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As
for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry
me?" The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally
gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they
got engaged. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy
was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through
emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving
up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked
down by a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents
beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her
mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all
that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. she had lost her
voice....
The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose
her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing
coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides
silence cry,..it's still just silence cry that accompanied her.
Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the
ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang.
She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to
him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any
longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent
millions & millions of reply, countless of phonecalls,. . all the
girl could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided
to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be
happy.
With a new environment, the girl learns sign language & started a
new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One
day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not
to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore
news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing a
invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When
she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was
about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing
in front of her.
He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn sign
language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise.
Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." With that, he
slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.
Treat every relationship as if it's the last one, then you'll know
how to Give. Treat every moment as is it's the last day, then you'll
know how to treasure.
Treasure what you have right now, or else you will
regret one day...
Source: Internet
Perfect someone
"Find someone that isn't afraid to admit they miss you. Someone that knows you're not perfect but treats you as if you are. Someone who couldn't imagine losing you. Someone who gives their heart to you completely. Someone who says I love you and proves it. Last but not least, find someone who wouldn't mind waking up to you in the morning, seeing your wrinkles and grey hair but still falls in love with you all over again..."
promises
Promises are easy to make,
But they are very painful when they break.
No one knows, what makes people change,
Promises they make, never remain the same,
...
Your broken promise has filled my heart with pain,
Now it's hard for me to move on and believe someone again.
You said promises are meant to be broken,
But you never realized, how much I was shaken.
I cried because I was pained,
But that never makes ya change.
Broken promises are better,
if someone promise to leave, yet they stay.
But your broken promises,
have made me to move away.
I wish one day you will realize, what you did..
Breaking promises and then apologizing,
isn't a play of a kid.
Never understand,why people make promises if they can't keep?
Why don't they realize, broken promises make their loved one,emotionally weak.. !
♥♥♥ F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P.♥♥♥
♥♥♥ F.R.I.E.N.D.S.H.I.P.♥♥♥
GOD knew that everyone needs
Companionship and cheer,
He knew that people need Friend
... Whose thoughts are always near.
He knew they need Friend kind
To lend a helping hand.
Friend to gladly take the time
To care and understand.
GOD knew that we all need Friend
To share each happy day,
To be a source of courage
When troubles come our way.
Friend to be true to us,
Whether near or far apart.
Friend whose love we'll always
Hold and treasure in our hearts.
That's Why GOD Gave Us Friends !
GOD knew that everyone needs
Companionship and cheer,
He knew that people need Friend
... Whose thoughts are always near.
He knew they need Friend kind
To lend a helping hand.
Friend to gladly take the time
To care and understand.
GOD knew that we all need Friend
To share each happy day,
To be a source of courage
When troubles come our way.
Friend to be true to us,
Whether near or far apart.
Friend whose love we'll always
Hold and treasure in our hearts.
That's Why GOD Gave Us Friends !
Good Bye
As Much As We Hate It,
There Are Many Moments
In Our Lives Where We Find
Ourselves Having To Say
"...Goodbye..."
... We Say 'Goodbye'
To Friends N People We Once
Knew..
'Goodbye' To Places That Were
A Huge Part Of Our Lives Like
High School Or Neighborhoods
That Go Hand In Hand With Our
Childhood..
'Goodbye' To People We Loved N
Whose Existence Was Once The
Reason Your Heart Was Beating..
'Goodbye' To People We Were Close
To As Death Decided It Was Their
Time..
And
Even 'Goodbye' To The Person We
Once Were.....:(
There Are Many Moments
In Our Lives Where We Find
Ourselves Having To Say
"...Goodbye..."
... We Say 'Goodbye'
To Friends N People We Once
Knew..
'Goodbye' To Places That Were
A Huge Part Of Our Lives Like
High School Or Neighborhoods
That Go Hand In Hand With Our
Childhood..
'Goodbye' To People We Loved N
Whose Existence Was Once The
Reason Your Heart Was Beating..
'Goodbye' To People We Were Close
To As Death Decided It Was Their
Time..
And
Even 'Goodbye' To The Person We
Once Were.....:(
loneliness
"If it was to leave me half way through,
Why did you join me in my journey ?!
If it was to gift me silence,
Why did you please me with hour long talks ?!
If it was to take it back,
Why did you give me all the happiness of the world ?!
If it was to push me back to lonliness,
Why did you force me out of it ?!
If it was to leave it abandoned,
Why did you steal the key to my heart ?!
If it was to leave me alone with flowing tears,
Why did you show me the real pleasure of laughter ?!
If it was to break it into a 1000 pieces,
Why did you heal the little scars on my heart ?!
If it was to teach me how to live alone,
why didnt you let me TRAVEL ALONE ?!
I WONDER WHY ?! "
Feelings are not a toy to play with ... value it ... respect the feelings of every person in your life ...
share if you feel this might make those who 'play with love' ponder about their feelingless deeds ... ! and hope dat it might save another heart from breaking ... ! ♥ ( Thea Ann Rose )
Why did you join me in my journey ?!
If it was to gift me silence,
Why did you please me with hour long talks ?!
If it was to take it back,
Why did you give me all the happiness of the world ?!
If it was to push me back to lonliness,
Why did you force me out of it ?!
If it was to leave it abandoned,
Why did you steal the key to my heart ?!
If it was to leave me alone with flowing tears,
Why did you show me the real pleasure of laughter ?!
If it was to break it into a 1000 pieces,
Why did you heal the little scars on my heart ?!
If it was to teach me how to live alone,
why didnt you let me TRAVEL ALONE ?!
I WONDER WHY ?! "
Feelings are not a toy to play with ... value it ... respect the feelings of every person in your life ...
share if you feel this might make those who 'play with love' ponder about their feelingless deeds ... ! and hope dat it might save another heart from breaking ... ! ♥ ( Thea Ann Rose )
Sand
"You can't hold too many things no matter what you do to make them stay. So learn to let go and choose carefully which you want to stay, because like the sand, only those which are in the center of your palm will last................. "
Disturbance
Once you feel you are Avoided by Someone , Never Disturb Them again..!
B'coz ;
The One Who Thinks , You are Disturbing Them
will never Know How much you Care for Them .. !!
B'coz ;
The One Who Thinks , You are Disturbing Them
will never Know How much you Care for Them .. !!
Rambunctious Emotions
Its very cold outside,
like the way im feeling inside...
In this silence,
I cant keep maself from thinking about U...
Why did it,have to happen?
Why did it,have to end?
I wish that it would just go away....
I need to get around this...
My words are cold...
And i dont wait them to hurt u...
If i told u,i knw u wouldnt understand....
Coz no1 understands,
i cant handle this confusion...
Im unable...come and take me away.....
Alast ! I feel so free...
The breeze so gentle..
As though taking away ma feelings...
Alas! Im glad ..that im free to pray to God in silence...!!
like the way im feeling inside...
In this silence,
I cant keep maself from thinking about U...
Why did it,have to happen?
Why did it,have to end?
I wish that it would just go away....
I need to get around this...
My words are cold...
And i dont wait them to hurt u...
If i told u,i knw u wouldnt understand....
Coz no1 understands,
i cant handle this confusion...
Im unable...come and take me away.....
Alast ! I feel so free...
The breeze so gentle..
As though taking away ma feelings...
Alas! Im glad ..that im free to pray to God in silence...!!
Rishtein
Rishtoon ki dastan jub wakt sunaye ga ..
Tumko bhi aik rishta yaad aye ga ..
Bhool jao gay zindagi k saray ghum ..
ap Jub humare saath guzra hua koi pal yaad aye ga .. !!
relationships
The Purpose Of a Relationship Is Not To Have Some one Who Might Complete You,... But To Have The One … With Whom You Can Share Your Completeness.!
see yourself
See yourself as you wish to be and
you will see how beautiful you are ,, !!
What Matters Most Is How You See Yourself....!!
you will see how beautiful you are ,, !!
What Matters Most Is How You See Yourself....!!
Miss you
Some people say the worst way to miss someone is when they are right next to you and know you can't have them, but it's worse when you thought you didn't want them anymore and then all of a sudden you realize you can't live without them .. !!
I thought If I ignored the fact that I'd miss you, the feeling would go away...I was wrong. All that happened was that I became so distant from everything else. I was emotionally numb but I felt so strong. But then It all hit me, I sat there alone, with tears down my face and all I could think about was you. After all this pain that this has caused me, I still want you back, even though I know I'll inevitably get hurt again all I want is you....!!
I thought If I ignored the fact that I'd miss you, the feeling would go away...I was wrong. All that happened was that I became so distant from everything else. I was emotionally numb but I felt so strong. But then It all hit me, I sat there alone, with tears down my face and all I could think about was you. After all this pain that this has caused me, I still want you back, even though I know I'll inevitably get hurt again all I want is you....!!
The day i fall in love
The day u fall in love with someone u think its the happiest day of life but actually ... u becom the weakest person who can't live without sum1 .. !!
i dont care :(
When i found you ... u were alone ...
And i came to you ... fight hard and try to make you feel u r not alone ...
And i keep all away from me b'coz i know if i left you and go with them ... u will become alone ... and now u got evry1 BACK ND U TOLD BYE ... AND THANK YOU !
I JUST LOOK BACK AND ONLY TEAR LEFT BACK ...
NoW M ALONE WITHOUT YOU ... AND yOU DoNT CARE ... !
And i came to you ... fight hard and try to make you feel u r not alone ...
And i keep all away from me b'coz i know if i left you and go with them ... u will become alone ... and now u got evry1 BACK ND U TOLD BYE ... AND THANK YOU !
I JUST LOOK BACK AND ONLY TEAR LEFT BACK ...
NoW M ALONE WITHOUT YOU ... AND yOU DoNT CARE ... !
Eternal love
When I fall in love it will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun
When I give my heart it will be completely
Or I'll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel
that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you .. !!
Or I'll never fall in love
In a restless world like this is
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun
When I give my heart it will be completely
Or I'll never give my heart
And the moment I can feel
that you feel that way too
Is when I fall in love with you .. !!
people
“ You meet thousands of people and then you meet one person,
and your life is changed forever”
and your life is changed forever”
My Angel
I will walk wid you in every step of LIFE, but just promise ME u will hide Ur wings every time we walk together, bcoz I dont want de world to kno dat U r an *ANGEL
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