This is the time of the year I always wait for. I love to celebrate this festival. All festivals are meant to bring and bind the family closer. In my opinion, Ganesh chaturthi does this very effectively. Every year we all gather for a period of five days and worship Lord Ganesh. I have lot of belief in Lord Ganesh and that’s why this festival means a lot for me. At the end of this festival, I feel rejuvenated.
I wish Lord Ganesh bless us all.
Happy Ganesh Chaturthi…
Few days back I wrote a post. I thought it’s a bit incomplete. Today I met a person who made me feel that it’s incomplete. Time flies very fast. Especially when you are young. You don’t know when you cross your twenties and step into thirties and then forties. I am dragging this topic just because I don’t want anyone else to have the same experience as I had.
The working robot continues. It’s like you don’t have any options. You are bound to some relations which depend on you. Most work selflessly for others. I salute to them. But a time comes in your life when you have lots of time. Then you start asking some stupid questions to yourself. One of them is, What have I done for myself?
I worked hard. I gave all facilities to my children’s like a good parent. Did everything to keep them and all my family happy. During this I forgot myself. It’s not just my age which results in memory loss. Forgetting myself is not due to memory loss. I am trying to find a memory where I did something for myself. Which I wanted. There was no family involved. There was just me and that moment. My aged, weak memory doesn’t find one.
Talking with a person who have experienced life can be great. You just don’t add years to your professional experience. Personal experience counts more. I am glad I got some more. If you are a bachelor or single then just don’t run after finding job. Don’t just waste your life. Take some time out and enjoy yourself. If you are on a job, then take a leave just for you and no one else. Just a single day of you, for you. You’ll remember it forever. You’ll never ask yourself…
Where is me???
I was going through my e-mails and I found this story. I cannot express my feeling after reading this story. You guess..
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
“Oh, excuse me please.” was my reply.
He said, “Please excuse me too; I wasn’t watching for you.”We were very polite, this stranger and I.We went on our way and we said goodbye.But at home a different story is told,How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,My son stood beside me very still.When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
“Move out of the way,” I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.I didn’t realize how harshly I’d spoken.While I lay awake in bed,God’s still small voice came to me and said,
“While dealing with a stranger,common courtesy you use,but the family you love, you seem to abuse.Go and look on the kitchen floor,You’ll find some flowers there by the door.Those are the flowers he brought for you.He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.”By this time, I felt very small,And now my tears began to fall.I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
“Wake up, little one, wake up,” I said.
“Are these the flowers you picked for me?”
He smiled, “I found ‘em, out by the tree.I picked them because they’re pretty like you.I knew you’d like them, especially the blue.”
I said, “Son, I’m very sorry for the way I acted today;I shouldn’t have yelled at you that way..”
He said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay.I love you anyway.”
I said, ‘Son, I love you too,and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.’Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family,an unwise investment indeed,don’t you think?
So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU
This is just copy and paste of e-mail. No hard work from me. So will your attitude change towards your family after reading this? This is long running and forwarded e-mail. You may have read this earlier. Did this brought some change in you? It’s not crap and scrap for me. Things will change for me now.
Phewww.. A tireful day. Most of the time I was eating and eating and eating. Now I came to know eating also requires a lots of energy. But this Diwali was a bit boring. There was not much fun involved. Earlier every year there were many people gathering to wish each other and to show sweets their place in stomach. Not this time though.
Last year also saw a decline in the festive activities. The number of peoples getting together for such events is going down. The reason most of the time is said to be their job. We have holiday on this day all over. So how can job be the problem?? Even I got a holiday. I am getting holiday for most of the festivals for last two years. As far as I know all private companies follow nearly same rule for festival holidays.
World is getting smaller and smaller. Thanks to the telecommunication and similar technologies. With this I think our hearts are also shrinking. Our emotions are dying. We want to be alone and within our family. I read somewhere a long back that human beings are social animals. Now the social is gone and animal is remained. It is getting worse and worse day by day.
Where are we going?? Back to the old age where humans were learning to stay in groups?? At least at that point we didn’t knew about the importance of group. Now that we know it we are running away. The attendance to the organized functions is the worry. On this good festive occasion I wish that those days to come back soon. We can only hope for.
Think Nonsense…
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.
“That is my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.”He is a fine looking boy” the man said. “That is my daughter on the bike in the white dress.”Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. “What do you say we go, Melissa?”
Melissa pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes.”
The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. “Time to go now?”Again Melissa pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes.”
The man smiled and said, “OK.”
“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.
The man smiled and then said, “Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I would give anything for just five more minutes with him. I have vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play.”
Sooner or later you too realize the importance of five minutes to your family. Running after money and the work pressure takes away these five minutes from your family. Here the man pays the price for the five minutes. I pray that no one else suffers like this. Also I hope that you understand the importance of five minutes to loved ones before it’s too late.
Think Nonsense…
