Tuesday, December 5, 2017
Someone Bigger
He appeared to be middle class, and well educated.
Other passengers perhaps recognising who I was, but this gentleman appeared to be unconcerned of my presence... He was reading his paper, looking out of the window, and when tea was served, he sipped it quietly.
Trying to strike a conversation with him I smiled. The man courteously smiled back and said 'Hello'.
We got talking and I brought up the subject of cinema and movies and asked, 'Do you watch films?'
The man replied, 'Oh, very few.
I did see one many years ago.'
I mentioned that I worked in the movie industry.
The man replied.." oh, that’s nice. What do you do?'
I replied, 'I am an actor '
The man nodded, 'Oh, that's wonderful!' And that was it...
When we landed, I held out my hand and said, " It was good to travel with you. By the way, my name is Amitabh Bacchan !'
The man shook my hand and smiled, "Thank you... nice to have met you..I am *J. R. D. Tata!"*
I learned on that day that no matter how big you think you are, there is always someone *bigger than you*.
*Be humble, it costs nothing.*
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Wolf
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Mouse trap
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Shoe salesman
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Advice
Saturday, June 17, 2017
Fun economics
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Ask
Sunday, March 26, 2017
From Japan
Friday, March 3, 2017
Struggles of Life
Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed. Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire.
Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot and ground coffee beans in the third pot. He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup.Turning to her, he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?” “Potatoes, eggs and coffee,” she hastily replied.“Look closer”, he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft.
He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.
“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.
He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity-the boiling water. However, each one reacted differently. The potato went in strong, hard and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak. The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard. However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.
“Which one are you?” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean?”
Moral: In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is how you choose to react to it and what you make out of it. Life is all about leaning, adopting and converting all the struggles that we experience into something positive.
Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Good bye Dady
Indian Doctor
Thursday, February 2, 2017
Ducks Quack, Eagles Soar
Saturday, January 28, 2017
Old lady
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Bun
A husband and wife have been living together for 30 years. On the 30th anniversary of their marriage the wife, as usual, has baked the bun – she baked it every morning, it was a tradition. During the breakfast she cut it across, buttered both sides, and, as usual, gave the top to the husband, but her hand stopped halfway…
She thought: “On the day of our 30th anniversary I want to eat this rosy part of the bun; I was dreaming about this for 30 years. Finally, I was an exemplary wife for 30 years and I raised good sons for him. I put so much efforts and health for the well-being of our family.”
So she made a decision and gave the bottom of the bun to her husband, but her hands trembled – breaking the 30-year-old tradition! Her husband took the bun and said to her:
-What a wonderful gift you gave me today, my dear! 30 years I did not eat my favourite –bottom- part of the bun, because I thought that it rightfully belongs to you.
Moral of the story: we often come up with our own misconceptions. Communicate , ask questions and never assume
Monday, December 12, 2016
Value of Life
Bag of nails
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
It wasn't long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn't lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn't wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
"You have done very well, my son," he smiled, "but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same."
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
"When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you're sorry, the wounds will still be there." - See more at: http://www.spiritual-short-stories.com/spiritual-short-story-477-A+Bag+of+Nails.html#sthash.PACmbn2H.dpuf
