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Beautiful Story of Feelings!

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Once there was an island where all the feelings lived together. One day there came a storm in the sea and the island was about to drown. Every feeling was scared but Love made a boat to escape. All the feelings jumped in the boat except for one feeling. Love got down to see who it was, it was Ego! Love tried & tried but Ego didn’t move. Everyone asked Love to leave Ego & come in the boat but Love was meant to Love. It remained with Ego. All other feelings were left alive but Love died because of Ego!

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The Taj hotel group had invited Mr. Masai Imai from Japan to hold a workshop for its staff.

The staff was very skeptical – the hotel is doing excellent business, this person from Japan has no exposure to the hotel industry – what exactly is he going to teach?

But everybody gathered as planned for the workshop in the conference hall sharp at 9 am.

Mr. Masai was introduced to them – a not so impressive personality, nor the English all that good; spoke as if he was first formulating each sentence in Japanese and then translating it into rather clumsy English.

“Good morning! Let’s start work.

I am told this is a workshop, but I see neither work nor shop.

So let’s proceed where work is happening Let’s start with the first room on the first floor.”

Mr. Masai, followed by the senior management, the participants, the video camera crew trouped out of the conference room and proceeded to the destination.

That happened to be the laundry room of the hotel.

Mr. Masai entered the room and stood at the window, “beautiful view!” he said.

The staff knew it; they need not invite a Japanese consultant to tell them this!

“A room with such a beautiful view is being wasted as a laundry room. Shift the laundry to the basement and convert this into a guest room.”

Aa Haa!

Now nobody had ever thought about that!

The manager said, “Yes, it can be done.”

“Then let’s do it,” Mr. Masai said.

“Yes sir, I will make a note of this and we will include it in the report on the workshop that will be prepared.” Said the Manager

“Excuse me, but there is nothing to note down in this. Let’s just do it,
just now.” Mr. Masai.

“Just now?” Manager

“Yes, decide on a room on the ground floor/basement and shift the stuff out of this room right away. It should take a couple of hours, right?” asked Mr. Masai.

“Yes.” Manager.

“Let’s come back here just before lunch. By then all this stuff will have got shifted out and the room must be ready with the carpets, furniture, etc. and from today you can start earning the few thousand that you charge your customers for a night.”

“Ok, Sir.” The manager had no option.

The next destination was the pantry. The group entered. At the entrance were two huge sinks full of plates to be washed.

Mr. Masai removed his jacket and started washing the plates.

“Sir, Please, what are you doing?” the manager didn’t know what to say and what to do.

“Why I am washing the plates”, Mr. Masai.

“But sir, there is staff here to do that.” Manager Mr. Masai continued
washing, “I think the sink is for washing plates, there are stands here to keep the plates and the plates should go into the stands.”

All the officials wondered – did they require a consultant to tell them this?

After finishing the job, Mr. Masai asked, “How many plates do you have?’

“Plenty, so that there should never be any shortage.” answered the Manager.

Mr. Masai said, “We have a word in Japanese -‘Muda’.

Muda means delay,

Muda means unnecessary spending.

One lesson to be learned in this workshop is to avoid both.

If you have plenty of plates, there will be a delay in cleaning them up.

The first step to correct this situation is to remove all the excess plates.”

“Yes, we will say this in the report.” Manager.

“No, wasting our time in writing the report is again an instance of ‘Muda’.
We must pack the extra plates in a box right away and send these to whichever another section of Taj requires these. Throughout the workshop now we will find out where all we find this ‘Muda’ hidden.”

And then at every spot and session, the staff eagerly awaited to find out Muda and learn how to avoid it.

On the last day, Mr. Masai told a story.

“A Japanese and an American, both fond of hunting, met in a jungle. They entered the deep jungle and suddenly realized that they had run out of bullets.
Just then they heard a lion roaring. Both started running. But the Japanese took a short break to put on his sports shoes.
The American said, “What are you doing? We must first get to the car.”

The Japanese responded, “No. I only have to ensure that I remain ahead of you.”

All the participants engrossed in listening to the story, realized suddenly that the lion would stop after getting his victim!

“The lesson is: competition in today’s world is so fierce, that it is important to stay ahead of others, even by just a couple of steps. And you have such a huge and naturally well-endowed country. If you remember to curtail your production expenditure and give the best quality always, you will be miles ahead as compared to so many other countries in the world.”, concluded Mr. Masai.

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‘Bombay To Bangalore’ A short story by Sudha Murthy

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Once a TTE (Train Ticket Examiner) who was doing the duty in a Bangalore bound train from Mumbai caught a girl who was hiding under a seat. She was around 13 or 14 years old. TTE asked the girl to show the ticket to which she replied that she is traveling without a proper ticket. Then the TTE told the girl to get down from the train. At that same time, he heard a voice from behind. “I will pay for her”. That was Mrs. Usha Bhattacharya, who was a college lecturer by profession. Mrs. Bhattacharya paid for the girl’s ticket and requested her to sit nearby. Then she asked,
“what’s your name?”
“Chitra”, the girl replied.
“Where you are going?”
“I have nowhere to go.” the girl replied. “Then come with me.” Mrs. Bhattacharya told. After reaching Bangalore, Mrs. Bhattacharya handed over the girl to an NGO. Later Mrs. Bhattacharya shifted to Delhi and the contact between the two came almost into a halt. After around 20years Mrs. Bhattacharya went to San Francisco (USA) to deliver a lecture in a college there. While she was in a restaurant, after having the meal, she was about to pay the bills. Then the receptionist informed her that her bills are already paid. When she turned back, she saw a woman with her husband smiling at her. Mrs. Bhattacharya asked the couple, “why did you pay my bills? ”
The young woman replied, “Ma’m, the bills I paid are very less when comparing to the ticket fare you had paid for me for the Bombay – Bangalore train journey!” Tears were rolling out from both eyes of the woman. “Oh, Chitra… you..!!!” Mrs.Bhattacharya responded astonished. Chitra hugged and touched Mrs. Bhattacharya’s feet.

Don’t be astonished. Yes, the little help you extend to others can change their whole lives! Bible says, “Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due when it is in your power to do it.”

 

Sudha Murty is the chairperson of Infosys Foundation. She is also an author and pens down interesting stories from the lives of ordinary people.  The above is an extracted version from ‘Bombay to Bangalore’, one of her most heartwarming stories.

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Die Empty

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The most beautiful book to read is “Die Empty” by Todd Henry.
The author was inspired and got this idea of writing ​​this book while attending a business meeting.
When the director asked the audience: “Where is the richest land in the world?”
One of the audience answered: “Oil-rich Gulf states.”
Another added: “Diamond mines in Africa.”
Then the director said: “No it is the cemetery. Yes, it is the richest land in the world, because millions of people have departed/died and they carried many valuable ideas that did not come to light nor benefit others. It is all in the cemetery where they are buried.”

Inspired by this answer, Todd Henry wrote his book, “Die Empty” where he did his best to motivate people to pour out their ideas and potential energies in their communities and turn them into something useful before it is too late.

The most beautiful of what he said in his book is: “Do not go to your grave and carry inside you the best that you have.
Always choose to die empty.

The TRUE meaning of this expression, is to die empty of all the goodness that is within you. Deliver it to the world, before you leave.

If you have an idea perform it.
If you have knowledge give it out.
If you have a goal achieve it.
Love, share and distribute, do not keep it inside.

Let’s begin to give. Remove and spread every atom of goodness inside us.

Start the race.
Die Empty😊💐

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Atari – Wagah Border

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Atari – Indian Name
Wagah – Paki side name.

The Flag lowering ceremony is held at the Atari border?

How often have you heard the word ATARI?
Hardly ever, The Media with its extra-national loyalties has always called it the Wagah border.
Our politicians of the yore also took pride in calling it ‘The Wagah border’ Well! They had their own reasons.
But today we don’t have to toe the lies.

The place where the border check post is built was called Atari in honor of the great Sardar Shyam Singh Atariwala, who was a chief in the great Sikh Army of Maharaja Ranjit Singh. The history is filled with the stories of bravery of these brave and fearless Sardars who had defeated the coward Army of the marauders attacking India in the name of their religion from the west.

All offices of the Govt, like the immigration, customs, etc are located in Atari. The Pakistani administration,
however, had named their side of the border as Wagah. Our appeasing politicians, (and you see them parroting similar lines even today), chose to refer to this place as the Wagah border thereby denying the honor to the great Sardar Shyam Singh.

Next time, when we wish to visit or wish to refer to that Great place, let’s talk about it correctly and honor the name of our brave legend ‘ATARI’.

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Important Info in case of Trouble on Mumbai – Pune Expressway

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I was travelling with my Parents and Family on Mumbai – Pune Expressway on 20th March 2019 – Moving towards Pune. After crossing Lonavla our Innova had a Puncture in one of its tyre’s. We had to stop in the middle of the Expressway at around 8.45pm. I took some immediate decisions.

1. Asked my entire family to Move out and stand much ahead of our Car. This only ensured that if any Heavy Vehicle accidentally bumps in our Car (though Parking Lights were ON) we have some safe passage.

2. Called on 9833498334 on the helpline provided on the expressway. They immediately answered the phone and advised me to speak to 9822498224 which is another Lonavla helpline number.
Much to my pleasant surprise, 2 Administration Personnel of IRDB approached our vehicle in less than 10 Mins.

Further, we had another issue – Our driver and vehicle had no proper means (it was a private car) to remove the Spare Tyre and he was struggling on this front. Immediately the Personnel from IRDB helped and called a Technician (mind you this was a Day of Holi) and they forced him to come down.

While the mechanic was busy doing the amends, the security Personnel secured the passage behind our Car by putting Safety Neon Sign Boards and one stood with a Torch Light to protect any vehicle coming near to our car.

One interesting thing and the reason for Writing all this
I was informed and made knowledgable by the Security Personnel that in such situations there is a way to inform the security helpline number, your whereabouts on the expressway (which I was not earlier aware and was not able to convey in my earlier communications on the helpline)

On the white Strips on the expressway, there are number codes and duly painted at every 10 feet distance. This number has got 2 digits engraved (an example is shown below)

63
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100

The number 63 denotes the KM distance from the start of the expressway and 100 denotes the distance in feet after reaching 63 km. This codification continues till the end of the expressway in increasing order of Kms and subsequent intermediate distances in Feet

Once you convey the information to the helpline number it’s very easy for them to find out your exact location and reach you faster. In the night also, if one sees properly, the number is visible. It is painted after every 10ft with an increasing number towards the destination of Pune and is painted on both sides of the expressway.

Our car was finally done and the Security personnel stayed till the entire duration with us and even helped to amend the Car. (very welcome move)

On offering some token of appreciation they politely said no and said: “This is our Duty”. The entire process took almost 45 mins.

Please note all the information above may find useful to those who are not aware. In addition, see that your vehicle (if hired from 3rd Party) has got proper tools and a right Stand by Tyre in case of Emergency.

Have a safe journey!

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This is Sharanagathi🌹

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Everyday Krishna would visit the garden and say to all the
plants, “I love you”. The plants were very happy and responded saying “Krishna, we love You too”.

One day Krishna rushed quickly into the garden very
alarmed. He went to the bamboo plant and the bamboo plant asked, “Krishna, what´s wrong?” Krishna said, “I have something to ask you, but it is very difficult”. 
The bamboo said, “Tell me: if I can, I will give it to you”.
So Krishna said “I need your life. I need to cut you”. The bamboo thought for a while and then said “You don´t
have any other choice. You don’t have any other way ?”
Krishna said, “No, no other way”. And it said “OK” and gave himself up.

So Krishna cut the bamboo and made holes in it, and each
time, he carved the holes, the bamboo was crying in pain.
Krishna made a beautiful flute out of it and this flute was with him all the time; 24 hours a day, it was with Krishna. Even the Gopis were jealous of the flute. They said, “Look, Krishna is our Lord, but yet we get to spend only some time with him. He wakes up with you, he sleeps with you, all the time you are with him”.

Gopis asked the bamboo, “Tell us your secret. What secret
do you have, that the Lord treasures you so much ?” And the bamboo said “The secret is that I gave myself up,
and he did whatever was right for me, in the process I had
to undergo a lot of pain. And the Lord does whatever he wants with me, whenever he wants with me and however he wants with me. I have just become His instrument”.

So this is complete surrender: where God can do whatever
He wants with you, whenever He wants, as He wants. Trust Him completely and have faith in Him and Always Know.. that you are in His Hands … What can go wrong ??

This is Sharanagathi🌹

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A story that will definitely touch your heart

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It was getting dark. Someone was calling from behind the locked iron gate. Wondering who it could be I came out. An elderly person was standing behind the gate. The clothes wrinkled and with a small bag in his hand, he appeared to have traveled some distance coming here. Looking into a small piece of paper in his hands he enquired, “Isn’t this Anand, Number8, Yogananda Street, my son?” “Yes, I am Anand and this is the address. And you…”, I mumbled. Slightly shivering and moistening his dry lips with the tongue he replied, handing over the letter, “Babu, I am your father’s friend. I am coming from your village. Your father gave me this letter and advised that I seek help from you”.
Taking that letter from him, exclaiming “father?”, I eagerly read that letter. “Dear Anand, blessings to you. The person carrying this letter is my friend. His name is Ramayya. Works hard. A few days ago, his only son died in an accident. He is running around seeking compensation. That would help him and his wife to pull along with the other meager income. I am sending the police reports after the accident, the compensation affidavits given by the Travel Agents and other relevant papers. He was told that the final payment may be collected in the Head Office. This is his first visit to Hyderabad and he is a stranger. I am hoping that you would be able to help him. Take care of your health. Visit us at your earliest convenience. Your loving father”.
Ramayyagaru was standing watching me. I thought for a moment and invited him inside. Giving him some water to drink, I enquired, “did you have anything to eat?”. He replied, “No, my son. As the journey got delayed, I ate the two fruits that I brought with me.”
Going inside I prepared four dosas and served them with pickles. Saying, “you please eat”, I went out and made a couple of calls and returned. When I returned, I found that he had finished the Tiffin and was sitting with a few papers in his hand. There was a photo of his deceased son. The boy was handsome and young. Maybe 22 years. My eyes moistened.
“He is my only son. Those who were born before him died due to various other causes. He was the only one we have. Mahesh was his name. He studied well and got a job. Assuring us that he will take care of us and we would get over all hardships he took up the job. On a fateful day, he was involved in a road accident while crossing the road. Died on the spot. Not wishing to take compensation in the name of the deceased son we were initially reluctant. But day by day, I am becoming weak and my wife too is not doing well. With your father’s insistence, I came here. Saying my son will help, he sent me with this letter”, he concluded.
“Fine. It’s late now. Take rest”. Saying this I too slept.
Next morning, we got ready, had coffee at home and started. Finishing breakfast on the way, we reached the Office address mentioned in the documents. “Anand, I will take care of the rest. You attend to your office work” said Ramayyagaru. “No issue. I have taken leave for today”, I replied. Being with him I got the compensation paid to him. “Thank you, dear son. My wife is alone at home and I will go back home”, said the old man. “Come, I will drop you at the bus-stand and see you off.” I took him to the bus-stand, got him a ticket, bought a few fruits to eat on the way.
He said with joy in his eyes, he said, “Anandbabu, taking leave for my sake you helped me a lot. Soon after going home I will narrate everything to your father and thank him too.”
Smiling and holding his hands I explained, “I am not your friend’s son Anand. I am Aravind. You came to the wrong address. That Anand’s house is another 2 km away. You were already tired and I didn’t have the heart to tell you the truth. I called the number in your letter and enquired. His wife said that Anand had gone out of town on some work. I called your friend and told him too. He felt very sad. Once I assured him that I will take care he felt good. The loss you have suffered is irreparable. But I felt that I should help you. That I did it gives me the greatest pleasure.” As the bus moved, holding my hands Ramayya left with tears of gratitude in his eyes. “God bless you, my child”, were his parting words. That is enough for me, I thought. My father passed away fifteen years earlier. Now looking at Ramayyagaru I felt my father has returned.
Looking up at the sky I thought my father must be somewhere there. “Dad, did you come in this form to check my progress in life! Sending me a letter, were you testing me whether I would help or not? Born to a great father like you, as a son I have performed my duty. Are you happy?” Tears of joy flooded my eyes.

“Have an intention to help.
Nature will work out the way.”

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Swiss TimeBank

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A student studying in Switzerland observes:

While studying in Switzerland, I rented a house near the school. The landlady Kristina is a 67-year-old single old lady who had worked as a teacher in a secondary school before she retired.

Switzerland’s pension is very good, enough to not worry her about food and shelter in her later years. However, she actually found “work” – to take care of an 87-year-old single old man.

I asked if she was working for money. Her answer surprised me: “I do not work for money, but I put my time in the ‘time bank’, and when I cannot move in my old age, I could withdraw it.”

The first time I heard about this concept of “time bank”, I was very curious and asked the landlady more. The original “Time Bank” was an old-age pension program developed by the Swiss Federal Ministry of Social Security. People saved the ‘time’ taking care of the elderly when they were younger, and when they were old, ill or needed care could withdraw it. Applicants must be healthy, good at communicating and full of love. Every day they have to look after the elderly who need help. Their service hours will be deposited into the personal ‘time’ accounts of the social security system.

She went to work twice a week, spending two hours each time helping the elderly, shopping, cleaning their room, taking them out to sunbathe, chatting with them. sitting with them.

According to the agreement, after one year of her service, “Time Bank” will calculate her working hours and issue her a “time bank card”. When she needs someone to take care of her, she can use her “time bank card” to “time to withdraw “time and time interest”. After the information verification, “Time Bank” will assign other volunteers to take care of her at the hospital or her home.

One day, I was in school and the landlady called and said she fell off the stool when she was wiping the window. I quickly took leave and sent her to the hospital for treatment. The landlady broke her ankle and needed to stay in bed for a while. While I was preparing to apply for leave to take care of her,
the landlady told me that I need not worry about her. She had already submitted a withdrawal request to the “Time Bank”. Sure enough, in less than two hours “Time Bank” sent a nursing worker to come and care for the landlady.

In the following month, the care worker took care of the landlady every day, chatted with her and made delicious meals for her. Under the meticulous care of the carer, the landlady soon recovered her health. After recovering, the landlady went back to “work”. She said that she intends to save more time in the “time bank” while she is still healthy.

Today, in Switzerland, the use of “time banks” to support old age has become a common practice. This not only saves the country pension expenses but also solves other social problems. Many Swiss citizens are very supportive of this kind of old-age pensions. The survey conducted by the Swiss pension organization shows that more than half of Swiss people also want to participate in this type of old-age care service. The Swiss government also passed legislation to support the “Time Bank” pension scheme.

At present, the number of “empty-nest old people” in Asian countries is increasing and it has gradually become a social problem. Switzerland style “time bank” pension may be a good option for us too.

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What an interesting concept….. hope it gets adapted all over the world soon!!!

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What is LIFE?

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A rich man looked through his window and saw a poor man picking something from his dustbin.
He said: Thank GOD I’m not poor;

The poor man looked around and saw a naked man misbehaving on the street.
He said: Thank GOD I’m not mad;

The mad man looked ahead and saw an ambulance carrying a patient.
He said: Thank GOD I’m not sick;

Then a sick person in the hospital saw a trolley taking a dead body to the mortuary..
He said: Thank GOD I’m not dead;

Only a dead person cannot thank God.

Why don’t we thank GOD today for all our blessings and for the gift of life & for another beautiful day?

What is LIFE?
To understand life better, we have to go to 3 places:
1. Hospital
2. Prison
3. Cemetery

At the Hospital, we understand that nothing is more beautiful than HEALTH.

In Prison, we see that FREEDOM is the most precious thing.

At the Cemetery, we realize that life is not worth any material thing. The ground that we walk today will be our roof tomorrow.

Sad Truth: We all come with Nothing and we will go with Nothing.
Let us, therefore, remain humble and be thankful & grateful to God at all times for everything.

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8 Short stories, with deep meanings!

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(1) Those who had coins enjoyed in the rain. Those who had notes were busy looking for shelter.

(2) Man and God both met somewhere. Both exclaimed, “My creator.”

(3) He asked, are you a Hindu or Muslim? The response came, “I am hungry”!

(4) The fool didn’t know it was impossible. So he did it.

(5) “Wrong number,” Said a familiar voice.

(6) What if God asks you after you die, “So how was heaven?”

(7) They told me that to make her fall in love I had to make her laugh. But every time she laughs, I am the one who falls in love.”

(8) We don’t make friends anymore. We add them nowadays.

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