Respect Others ( A Short Story)

Maharaja Ranjeet Singh has been one of the greatest king in India. Once he was on tour visiting his kingdom in night in camouflage. During visit, a beggar recognised him and he bowed in front of Maharaja to pay respect. Maharaja, in response to the beggar, bowed even more to him and paid him a bagful of money.

When Ranjit Singh moved on, his general curiuosly asked him, "Sir, you are such a great Maharaja. Why did you bowed in front of that beggar?"

Then Ranjit Singh said, "That beggar was poor and illiterate. When despite this fact, he knew how to pay respect to others; I am much more educated than him, so I should have shown much more respect to him. And that's exactly what I did."

Put The Glass down! (A Short Story)

Once A professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it.

He held it up for all to see; asked the students, "How much do you think this glass weighs?

'50gms!' ?....'100gms!' .....'125gms' ......the students answered.

'I really don't know unless I weigh it,' said the professor, 'but, my question is: What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?' "Nothing" the students said.

OK what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the professor asked.

Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the students.

You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?' Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress & paralysis; have to go to hospital for sure! ventured another student ; all the students laughed.

Very good. But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?

Asked the professor. No replied the students Then what caused the arm ache; the muscle stress?' Instead What should I do?

The students were puzzled. Put the glass down! said one of the students.

Exactly!' said the professor' Life's problems are something like this.

Hold it for a few minutes in your head; they seem OK. Think of them fora long time; they begin to ache. Hold it even longer; they begin to paralyze you.

You will not be able to do anything.

It's important to think of the challenges (problems) in your life, but Even MORE IMPORTANT to 'put them down' at the end of every day before you go to sleep.

That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh; strong;can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!

Remember everyday- PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY!

Gulzar's Mind Blowing Lines for Poster of ARUSHI TRUST

These poster has been designed for Arushi Trust. Lines written by veteran writer Gulzar and these poster going to be showcase in Indian trains.

Nida Fazli - Khatti Chatnee Jaisi Maa

खट्टी चटनी जैसी माँ / निदा फ़ाज़ली

बेसन की सोंधी रोटी पर खट्टी चटनी जैसी माँ ,

याद आता है चौका-बासन, चिमटा फुँकनी जैसी माँ ।

बाँस की खुर्री खाट के ऊपर हर आहट पर कान धरे ,

आधी सोई आधी जागी थकी दुपहरी जैसी माँ ।

चिड़ियों के चहकार में गूँजे राधा-मोहन अली-अली ,

मुर्गे की आवाज़ से खुलती, घर की कुंड़ी जैसी माँ ।

बीवी, बेटी, बहन, पड़ोसन थोड़ी-थोड़ी सी सब में ,

दिन भर इक रस्सी के ऊपर चलती नटनी जैसी मां ।

बाँट के अपना चेहरा, माथा, आँखें जाने कहाँ गई ,

फटे पुराने इक अलबम में चंचल लड़की जैसी माँ ।

 

-निदा फ़ाज़ली

The Empty Chair ( An Amazing Short Story)

A man's daughter had asked the local pastor to come and pray with her father. When the pastor arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows and an empty chair beside his bed. The priest assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit. "I guess you were expecting me," he said.

"No, who are you?"

"I'm the new associate at your local church," the pastor replied. "When I saw the empty chair, I figured you knew I was going to show up."

"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?"

Puzzled, the pastor shut the door.

"I've never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it always went right over my head.."

"I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day about four years ago my best friend said to me, 'Joe, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here's what I suggest. Sit down on a chair, place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair. It's not spooky because he promised, 'I'll be with you always.' Then just speak to him and listen in the same way you're doing with me right now."

"So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful, though. If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."

The pastor was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old guy to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with him, and returned to the church.

Two nights later the daughter called to tell the pastor that her daddy had died that afternoon.

"Did he seem to die in peace?" he asked.

"Yes, when I left the house around two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me one of his corny jokes, and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange, In fact, beyond strange--kinda weird. Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on a chair beside the bed."

God Speak To Me ( A Short Story)

The man whispered, "God, speak to me." And a meadow lark sang. But, the man did not hear.

Then the man yelled "God, speak to me." Thunder rolled across the sky. But, the man did not listen..

The man looked around and said, "God, let me see you."And the stars shined brightly. But the man did not notice

And, the man shouted, "God, show me a miracle."And, a life was born. But the man did not know.

So, the man cried out in despair, "Touch me God, and let me know you are here." Whereupon, God reached down and touched the man. But, the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

So remember, don't miss out on a blessing because it isn't packaged the way that you expect. Take notice of the blessings around you.

A Poem Written by African Boy

Dear white fella

couple of things you should know

When I born,I BLACK

When I grownup,I BLACK

when I go in sun,I BLACK

when I sacred,I BLACK

when I sick,I BLACK

and

when I die,i still BLACK

and you white fella

when you born,you PINK

when you grownup,you WHITE

when you go in sun,you RED

when you cold,you BLUE

when you scared,you YELLOW

when you sick,you GREEN

when you die,you GREY

And you calling me COLOURED....???

A Beautiful Nazm Written by GULZAR to his Mother

माँ (mother)

तुझे पहचानूंगा कैसे?

तुझे देखा ही नहीं

ढूँढा करता हूं तुम्हें

अपने चेहरे में ही कहीं

लोग कहते हैं

मेरी आँखें मेरी माँ सी हैं

यूं तो लबरेज़ हैं पानी से

मगर प्यासी हैं

कान में छेद है

पैदायशी आया होगा

तूने मन्नत के लिये

कान छिदाया होगा

सामने दाँतों का वक़्फा है

तेरे भी होगा

एक चक्कर 

तेरे पाँव के तले भी होगा

जाने किस जल्दी में थी

जन्म दिया, दौड़ गयी

क्या खुदा देख लिया था

कि मुझे छोड़ गयी

मेल के देखता हूं

मिल ही जाए तुझसी कहीं

तेरे बिन ओपरी लगती है

मुझे सारी जमीं

तुझे पहचानूंगा कैसे?

तुझे देखा ही नहीं

- 'गुलज़ार' 

A Beautiful Ghazal by Parveen Shakir

अक़्स-ए-ख़ुशबू हूँ, बिखरने से न रोके कोई

और बिखर जाऊँ तो, मुझ को न समेटे कोई

काँप उठती हूँ मैं सोच कर तन्हाई में

मेरे चेहरे पर तेरा नाम न पढ़ ले कोई

जिस तरह ख़्वाब हो गए मेरे रेज़ा-रेज़ा

इस तरह से, कभी टूट कर, बिखरे कोई

अब तो इस राह से वो शख़्स गुज़रता भी नहीं

अब किस उम्मीद पे दरवाज़े से झाँके कोई

कोई आहट, कोई आवाज़, कोई छाप नहीं

दिल की गलियाँ बड़ी सुनसान है आए कोई

-- 

परवीन शाकिर

A Heart Touching Story - A Box Full of Kisses

 

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." 

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when

A Ghazal written by Dushyant Kumar during Emergency in Our Country in 1976-77

This Ghazal has been written by 'Dushyant Kumar' duing the time of Imergency in 70's you can find these lines relevant to current days too.

एक गुड़िया की कई कठपुतलियों में जान है

आज शायर यह तमाशा देखकर हैरान है

ख़ास सड़कें बंद हैं तब से मरम्मत के लिए

यह हमारे वक़्त की सबसे सही पहचान है

एक बूढ़ा आदमी है मुल्क़ में या यों कहो—

इस अँधेरी कोठरी में एक रौशनदान है

मस्लहत—आमेज़ होते हैं सियासत के क़दम

तू न समझेगा सियासत, तू अभी नादान है

इस क़दर पाबन्दी—ए—मज़हब कि सदक़े आपके

जब से आज़ादी मिली है मुल्क़ में रमज़ान है

कल नुमाइश में मिला वो चीथड़े पहने हुए

मैंने पूछा नाम तो बोला कि हिन्दुस्तान है

मुझमें रहते हैं करोड़ों लोग चुप कैसे रहूँ

हर ग़ज़ल अब सल्तनत के नाम एक बयान है

- ' दुष्यंत कुमार '