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A Nice culture…

April 23, 2011 Leave a comment

It’s been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience.

The first time, I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning.

It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work).

The first day, I didn’t say anything, either the second or third. One morning I asked, ‘Do you have a fixed parking space? I’ve noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot.’

To which he replied, ‘Since we’re here early,we’ll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door. Don’t you think?

Imagine my face. 🙂

Categories: My Favourites, Story, Touching

Lunch with GOD!!!

April 20, 2011 Leave a comment

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root beer and he started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons.

The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a Twinkie.

She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer.

Again, she smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman, and gave her a hug.

She gave him her biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.

She asked him, “What did you do today that made you look so happy?”

He replied, “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added, “You know what? She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen!”

Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home.

Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and asked, “Mother, what did you do today that made you so happy?”

She replied, “I ate Twinkies in the park with God.” However, before her son responded, she added, “You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch,! ! a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Remember, we don’t know what God will look like. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

Embrace all equally! So open your eyes n hearts….don’t know when and where you’ll meet the Divine……

Categories: family, kid, kids, My Favourites, Story

Great Singer

March 26, 2011 Leave a comment

Great Singer

I grew up in a non-musical family; only one of our five siblings can even carry a tune.

So, I’ve restricted my singing to private places like the bathtub or the car.

But one night, I softly sang a lullaby to my nine-month-old baby.

After the first verse, he sweetly looked into my eyes, removed the pacifier from his mouth and placed it in mine.

🙂

Categories: family, Joke, kid, kids, My Favourites

Mother Teresa

Once mother Teresa was begging from a Muslim for famished young girls.

The Muslim was reported to have spit in her face.

Very humbly, Mother Teresa said, ” That’s for me and I deserve it, but please help my girls”.

With that, the Muslim leader got down his knees asked her forgiveness, and become one of of her greatest supporters.

Categories: My Favourites, Story, Touching

Friendship – Men & women

February 14, 2011 Leave a comment

Women have an uncanny ability to make friends and be a friend. A good way to put it is that women are, by nature, inclined to care. Specifically, women care about people. They intuitively are capable of entering into the inner reality of human beings. This makes them capable of friendship.

It does not surprise anyone that women make friends with other women so easily. They show interest in each other. They enjoy the sharing of personal information. They pursue with sincerity knowing more about the person behind the external presentation.

Men, on the other hand, are primarily interested in the outer world. By nature, men focus on the “what” more than the “who” in life. Of course, men have the ability to “care.” But women have an easier time at friendship than men do. Men get to know each other through actions rather than conversation. They do not sit down and start sharing what’s going on inside or their likes and dislikes. They just act, and they talk within situations, and knowledge about that man is revealed as he goes along. That is why men are much more transparent than women. You can know what a man is thinking or what he wants because he externalizes himself. Women keep things hidden inside and are hard to read externally.

Why is this so important to consider? It is because in dating relationships and in marriage, there can be an over stressing by women to have a man be their “best friend” at a level that is probably unrealistic. But the friendship required for marriage needs to be defined and understood. It cannot be understood to mean that a woman will be getting someone she can converse with anytime she wants and about anything.

To really get to know any person, there must inevitably be spoken conversation. The reason is that you can never “really” know what someone is thinking or experiencing at the personal level, or why they did something, unless they speak about it. Actions may very well reveal truths about a person, but actions do not provide all the information about the whole person. So men do have to talk and be able to make conversation with a woman. He can’t just be too shy and not a talker at all.

By definition, a person is a being who acts. So what someone does speaks about who they are. However, as human beings, we have a fallen human nature. Should our wrong actions be what defines us as a person? It would be unfair to do so, because everyone is entitled to the freedom to fall from grace and be forgiven and given another chance.

How we recover from these falls tells much more about the person. Obviously, someone who keeps doing the same things over and over again is probably unlikely to stop doing them. So actions should be judged over time, rather than in moments.
This is the courtesy men desperately need from women today because men are more action-oriented than women. Therefore, men are prone to do more stupid things than women. Men need the benefit of the doubt from a woman if he is ever going to risk the level of friendship that women want.

Women have to understand, however, that men typically do not “need” the kind of deep friendship that women want. This is why it is important for women to have close female friendships. There are needs women have at the friendship level that should not be expected from a man. I realize that there is an ideal in modern marriage that a man and a woman be best friends, but this must not distract from the practical aspects of the vocation to marriage in the eyes of God. The two become one flesh, but not one person.

There will always be two unique individual persons in a marriage, which means the person-hood of both will always be developing and forming. The friendship bond in marriage provides love, security, sacrifice, and interest in the other’s good and welfare. In this friendship, they cannot help but grow closer together.

But it is impossible for a man to fulfill a woman completely, nor a woman to fulfill a man completely. First and foremost, only God can completely fulfill any person. That’s a given. But also, people need other people to continue making them the whole person they are called to be. Some couples have terrible problems dealing with what the other does outside of themselves.

There is a possessiveness that makes them hate when the person they are to does something without them or doesn’t tell them everything they expect to hear. They feel betrayed because they believe that true love means you do every single thing together and only share everything with just that one person. They also do not like it if anything they talk about together is shared with anyone else.

This is not what marital friendship is. Friendship does not mean possessing every …

Love is blind — marriage is the eye-opener.

Categories: My Favourites, Technical

My Best Friends Wedding

February 5, 2011 1 comment

Her story:

It was his wedding day. As I finished giving touches to my mild make-up, my thoughts flew back to my school days. The first time I met him, he was just another face in the crowd. We met occasionally through common friends. We became good friends, always had fun at the other’s expense.

He never spared a chance to irritate me, which was not very difficult. We always ended up fighting and patching up the next day only to fight again.

Two years flew by but nothing changed. Our friends knew we were very close and teased us incessantly. We would blush but still continue fighting. Everyday I would wait impatiently for him to come. If I didn’t see him for even a day my heart would not be in whatever I do. I would roam around listlessly. I attributed it to the fact that I did not have my daily quota of fights and patch up. We grew up together, but as we grew up we became more aware of our friends making fun of us and the usual teenage gossip. We slowly reduced our fights and spent less and less time together.

One day he came and told me that he was leaving to another city. I had always taken it for granted that I could see him whenever I wanted to.

For the first time I realized how much he meant to me. All our friends were there to say goodbye. I wanted to say so much, but I didn’t know how to convey my feelings. As the car pulled out, I realized at that moment that he meant more to me than anything else. He was my best friend but I also realized, I had unknowingly, unconsciously fallen in love with him. I wished he was there, in front of me so that I could tell him how I felt. But he was gone. There was not a day, not an hour when I didn’t think of him.

My friends realized something was amiss as they had never seen me so silent and so lost in thoughts. When they found out the reason, they felt it was just a crush and that it would go away. Some suggested finding out his whereabouts, but I didn’t want them to. I was happy to be in love. I didn’t want to think that there were two possibilities. He might love me, but he might not. I was happy that I was in love, it was beautiful. There were times when I would miss the sharing, the companionship, the sweet nothings that people in love felt and enjoyed.

My love was one sided but it was love nevertheless. He was always there in my thoughts and what better companionship can I ask for? Time flew. I went to college and then to work. Through the years I heard bits and pieces of news about him. I heard he was abroad, studying. And then I heard he was in love. My heart broke. The rational side of me knew that since I had never told him how I felt, I should accept what happened.

But my heart cried. As much as I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I would spend the whole day putting up a smiling face for the people around me and fall into my bed tears streaming down my face. I realized had to face the truth.

He was my first love and would always be, but I realized life has much more to offer. I wanted to move on, be happy and maybe meet someone whom I would love and who would love me. Surprisingly fate decided to help me in its own way. I met his mom by chance and she promptly invited me for his wedding. I realized the only way to come to terms would be to actually go for wedding. I knew, once I see him happily married, I could and would get over it. I came back to the present with a start, as my mobile rang. It was my friend asking me out for a movie. I told her I was going to a marriage to meet a long lost friend and hung up. I was ready, to face reality.

 

His story:

I just came out of the shower. The new suit was lying on the bed. It was a memorable day for me, my wedding day. I was getting ready when my mother entered the room and told me that my friends have come and they are waiting to see me in the hall. I just glanced through the window and I could see all my friends chatting and laughing, people who have been with me through my thick and thin. And then I saw her, an angel, my best

friend. She looked really beautiful, had put on some weight, and carried the cute little smile that I always admired. I slowly started traversing back, memories started pouring in, and it has been a long eight years since I last saw her….

I first met her in school when we were taking part in a debate competition. She was cute, shy and a bit funny too. We occasionally met through some of our common friends. Slowly, she became a part of my life. We used to have lunch together, gossip around, and make fun of the teachers and those were moments when we felt that nothing existed beyond us in the entire universe. She used to wait for me when I had special classes and pretend that she had missed the school bus. Life was so much of fun. No day ended without fighting and patching up. At times, there was nothing to talk, but still I craved to talk. That’s when I used this weapon of fighting. She was quite adamant, never gave up so quickly, and i enjoyed every moment of those precious times when we fought and argued and then patched up. There were times when our friends teased us of a growing affinity, something beyond friendship. I pondered about it at times, but she was very quick to dismiss it every time. I slowly started realizing that we were made for each other. But, fate had other ideas.

My father got a transfer and we had to move to another city in short notice. The day finally arrived, I expected her to say a lot, I was looking into her eyes, trying to read what’s going on in her mind, realized at that moment, Einstein’s equations were much easier to understand than what’s going on in a girl’s mind. She never uttered a single word, just said good bye. Tears were flowing down my cheek, I thought she would understand at least at that moment, but rain poured in washing away my tears and with it my chance of being with my angel for life.

She never contacted me after that. I joined college and went abroad for my further studies. I always made sure that she knows what I am doing and where I am through our common friends, hoping against hope that someday she will realize the love for me hidden in the deep cavities of her heart, and she would say those words which I longed to hear for years. But it never happened. She finished her education and later she joined a reputed software company. I slowly started accepting the fact that I was not the kind of guy she would like to spend her life with. In the mean while, I met a girl who fell in love with me. Knowing the pain of an unfulfilled love, I accepted her proposal, and our marriage got fixed. But, I wanted to see my angel at least once in my life. I asked my mother to pass on the invitation to her; somehow I strongly felt that she would surely turn up for my wedding.

There was a thud sound and I came back to reality. She was still sitting there and laughing, maybe to one of the jokes cracked by my friends. I knew at that moment, mine was not a lost love; it will always be there in my heart. If it was there for eight years, it will last forever, till I reach my grave. Just that we had to move ahead in life, in different directions. I got ready and started walking towards my friends. I was ready, to face reality.

Categories: My Favourites, Story, Touching

Hold My Hand

January 31, 2011 Leave a comment

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

The father was kind of scared, so he asked his little daughter,

“Sweetheart, please hold my hand, so that you don’t fall into the river.”

The little girl said, “No, Dad. You hold my hand.”

“What’s the difference?” Asked the puzzled father.

“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl.”

If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go.

But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.”

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in it’s bind, but in it’s bond.

So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours.

This story is too short, but it carries a lot of feeling.

So never let the hand go to Whom you love.

Categories: My Favourites, Story, Touching