Sunday, November 17, 2013

Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present!!

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from
his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm a midst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.
The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.
'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .'

The origin of this letter is unknown.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

His Unexpected Mails!!

She logged into her old e-mail account almost after a year, shocked to see a few mails by his name. He was her ex. It had almost roughly seven to eight months that they had separated and she was alright from the time they parted. It never seemed a big deal to her. It was her decision. She wanted the space, her life to her. She suddenly told him what she felt. With lot of pain he accepted and they parted.
              He documented all his sentiments in those few mails, all that he felt, how he was not able to cope up with the current situation. He wrote her all the stuff he did in a day saying he just didn't have anyone else to tell. He knew she never used this old email of her. One of the lines he quoted was "Don't take my mails as an emotional drama that I’m doing to make you realize or repent anything. It’s just that this way I can feel a little close to you. Hoping you will never read these mails."
             Her heart was racing. She opened his last mail. It said "Hey Darling, writing you this last mail. I waited dear hoping you would come and surprise me to say we need to get back. Every day I roam on the streets to see if you'd be standing there. Every day I used to dream of you, recollecting the memories that we were together. I know I’m just being an emotional fool but I never knew you would care so less. I never thought you won't care to the extent of not even asking how I am doing. I can't explain you the pain and I can't explain you how the days and nights I have spent staring at the phone. All I wanted to know was I didn't waste my time on someone not worth Loving. But you just proved it. I did. Trying to hate you all possible ways but somewhere I do love you. Goodbye!
                    She hurried to get her phone. She dialed his number to hear a voice saying he was not reachable...!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Life on the other side of the Wall..

              It was 00.45 a.m. on a moderately cold January night in Hyderabad. It was one of those unfortunate days when I had to stay late. ‘Will I get something to eat at this ungodly hour,' was my gnawing thought as I stepped out of office.
              I have seen children crying for a toy. As soon as they get it, you can instantly see a sense of immense satisfaction on their faces. I could not get a better example to explain what I was feeling when I saw a bunch of small shops just outside my office still selling all kinds of refreshments — aloo parathas, cold drinks, Maggi noodles and a lot more. As I started walking towards them with a shivering body and a crying stomach, I saw one of the stall owners staring at me as if I was the one he had been waiting for all along. Without wasting a nanosecond, I approached him and asked for a plate of Maggi noodles.
With a pleasant smile, he said: “Sir, give me 2 minutes, it will be ready.” Then, suddenly, one of those “Maggi 2 min noodles” advertisements, which I have seen right from my childhood, struck me. I could not have appreciated the USP of that advertisement more than I did this day. I was all lost in my Maggi thoughts when I heard a voice, “Do you want it spicy?” “Make it the way you like,” I said and started looking at my watch. It was already 7 minutes. Now, he was ready and handed me a plate full of the most delicious Maggi I would ever get to taste in my life (at least, my stomach was telling me so).
Spoon after quicker spoon, my hunger moderated and I thought of having a little chit-chat with the guy who was my hero now. I told him “Anna, thanks….it was very tasty.” He smiled and, pointing me towards a flask, said “we keep tea also, in case you want it.” Interpreting his reply beyond the sales pitch part of it, I asked him to make sure that I don't get the same scary feeling of not finding anything to eat after 10 p.m. “Anna, till what time do you keep your shop open?” As he replied, “Till 1 O'clock, sir” (he was busy stirring his spoon to mix another Maggi), I started wondering how they got to manage their shop 17 hours a day as I have seen the same few shops there in the day when I crossed them while coming to office.
Daily routine
Asked about his daily routine, my shop wallah said he got up at 6 in the morning and after taking a cup of tea prepared by his wife, came to the place cycling 10 km from his village. He sets up shop fully before the IT crowd streams in.
He prepares fresh tea, keeps a variety of snacks in glass jars so that flies and people can take a peek at them. There are also cigarettes of various brands on display for those who do not care about looking at the picture of two cancerous lungs pasted on top of every packet.
Soon, people start coming and his typical business day begins when he gets those first few rupees. Who will believe that the guy, who eats his brunch by 11 a.m. and dinner at 11 p.m., keeps everyone else eating throughout the day? He told me he makes every effort to fulfill the needs of the customer in terms of both quality and timing of food so that they do not stray towards his competitors who are just a few feet away selling the same stuff at moderately the same price.
Under these circumstances of intense competition, it is the bonding between the customer and the vendor that matters while making the choice rather than the price. If one day he says “no” to one of his customers, probably the latter will never come back to him.
His point of having food twice a day at odd hours soon seemed justified. He told me he starts packing the stuff (leftover snacks, cigarettes packets, etc.,) by 12.45 at midnight to be taken home, being afraid of thugs, after serving the last batch of customers like me, and starts cleaning the vessels.
Happiest moment
Gathering his earnings for the day is the happiest moment for him in the otherwise dull and hard day that kept him working throughout — literally like a robot. He gets to sleep only after 2 a.m. and phew, a day ended!
He works Monday to Friday here as the weekend is not worth the trouble of opening the shop.
Asked what he does on the two fortunate days for both of us, he looked at me as if I slapped him hard and replied, “Sir, the other two days might be fortunate for you, but I have to work harder on those days as I need to attend to my farmland in my village which my wife takes care of in my absence.” I, generally, spend my weekends sleeping.
              Now, I know how life goes on either side of the wall that stands between our workplaces. It will be difficult for the existence of one without the other. Both complement each. However, I feel that I am on the privileged side, as I do only half the time of work of the other side or even less, and get paid more, actually a lot more than the other side. Still I complain, still strive for a better place, and still feel unsatisfied. But the man standing on the other side of the wall still thinks I work harder than him and hence I earn more. 

- Source: THE HINDU, December 25, 2011 01:51 IST

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Why Men are Never Depressed..

This is for the women who can handle it and to the men who will enjoy reading it...

Men Are Just Happier People-- What do you expect from such simple creatures.

Your last name stays put. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant.

You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal.  You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $500. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.

Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck(best one).

You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.