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Archive for ஜூலை, 2008

Unconditional Love…….

 

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.
Mom and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring home with me.”


Sure,” they replied, “we’d love to meet him.”

“There’s something you should know the son continued, “he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mind and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.”
“No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.”
“Son,” said the father, “you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own.”

At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don’t like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren’t as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are. Thankfully, there’s someone who won’t treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

 

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, ask Almighty  God  to Give you the strength you need to accept pesle as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!

 

 

 

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A boat docked in a tiny Goan village. A tourist from Mumbai complimented
the Goan fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took
him to catch them.

“Not very long,” answered the fisherman.

“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked
the
Mumbaite.

The Goan fisherman explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet
his needs and those of his family.

The Mumbaite asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta
with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends,
play guitar, sing a few songs… I have a full life.”

 The Mumbaite interrupted, “I have an MBA from IIM-A, and I can help you!
You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the
extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger
boat.”“And after that?” asked the Goan.

“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second
one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of
trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then
negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your
own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Panjim, or
even Mumbai. From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”

“How long would that take?” asked the Goan.

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the Mumbaite.

“And after that?”
“Afterwards? Well my Friend, That’s when it gets really
interesting,”
chuckled the Mumbaite, “When your business gets really big, you can
start selling stocks and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” asked the Goan.

“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the
coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a
siesta with your wife and spend your evenings doing what you like with
your buddies.”

“With all due respect sir, but that’s exactly what I am doing now. So
what’s the point wasting 25 years?” asked the Goan.

And the moral of the story is? Know where you’re going in life. You may
already be there.

Life in the present world is indeed a rat race. Many who have
qualifications from reputed universities too do not know where they are
going in life.

Give it a serious thought, and please don’t forget to take charge of
your health.

 

 

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ThOuGhT FoR tHE dAy

When you have to put up with mean people,
Think of them as sandpaper.
They may scratch you,
Rub you the wrong way
But eventually…

YOU end up smooth & polished
And the sandpaper….?
It’ll be worn out & ugly!
Makes you think, doesn’t it?
Never lose sight of who You Are,  You Are the Best thing God ever Created, Embrace the gift”

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மூச்சுக்காற்றுக்காய்
கெஞ்சும்
சுவாச‌ப்பை…

 
இனியொரு
எள் கூட
ஏற‌முடியாம‌ல்
க‌ண்டி கொழும்பு ப‌ஸ்….

 
முக‌ங்க‌ள்..
முக‌ங்க‌ளாய்…
ம‌னித வர்க்க‌ம்.

 
செத்த முக‌ங்க‌ள்…
எந்த முக‌த்திலும்
ச‌ந்தோச‌மில்லை….

 
ஒரு
குழந்தையின் சிணுங்கல்
உயிரை ஞாப‌கிக்க‌ச் செய்கிற‌து!

 
“குண்டுக‌ளையிட்டு
அவ‌தான‌மாயிருங்க‌ள்”
அறிவிப்பு….

 
அதோ
ஒரு லிப்ஸ்டிக் உத‌ட்டு
ஐம்ப‌து வ‌ய‌து
அசைகிற‌து,
கைப்பையை என்னிட‌ம் த‌ந்த‌ப‌டி…
………………….
………………….
இதோ
இப்போது
குண்டு வெடிக்க‌ப் போகிற‌து….

 
……………….
நீண்ட கூந்த‌ல்
நெற்றியில்
தீற்ற‌லாய் விபூதி…
ஒரு
க‌றுப்பு நிலா
…………………………
இப்போது
குண்டு வெடிக்க‌ப் போகிற‌து….

 
விழி பிதுங்கியென்
தொண்டை
உல‌ர்கிற‌து…..

 
மூடிய என்
உடலிலருகே
ஒரு சிங்க‌ள யுவ‌தி…
புன்னகையின்
க‌டைசித்துளியும்
காய்ந்து போன
உத‌டுக‌ள்…..

 
என் புத்த‌க‌ங்க‌ளிடையே
குண்டிருக்க‌க் கூடும்
நான்
குறுகிப் போகிறேன்….

 
வாங்கிய தின‌க்குர‌லை
விரித்துப் பிடிக்க‌விய‌லாம‌ல்
இடுங்கிய
விழிக‌ள் யாருடைய‌வை…………

 
ஓராயிர‌ம் முறை
செத்துப்பிழைக்கும்…
உயிரே….
உன‌க்கு வெட்க‌மாயில்லை?

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