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LOVE & MARRIAGE
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Oct 26, 2011 9:07 am
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A student asks a teacher, "What is love?"
The teacher says, "In order to get an answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."
The student went to the field, goes through the first row, he sees one big wheat, but he wonders....may be there is a bigger one later.
Then he sees another bigger one... but may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.
Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he starts to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.
So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.
The teacher told him, "... this is love ... you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss the person...."
*"What is marriage then?" the student asked.
The teacher said, "In order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."
The student goes to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake; when he reaches the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feels satisfied with, and comes back to the teacher.
The teacher told him, "This time you bring back a corn.... you look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get.... this is marriage."
A lot about love and marriage is about dreams and expectation and a lot about marriage is about expectations.
Expectations placed too high, disproportionate to own real evaluation, result in unhappiness and discontentment.
What I say here is open to yet another debate.
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DIWALI - WHAT IT MEANS
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Oct 25, 2011 5:52 am
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Diwali, the Indian festival of lights, falls on the day of 'Amavasyaa' (moonless night). Light, being symbol of hope and positive energy, indicates the victory of good over evil. By spreading light in every corner of our premises, we try to destroy the reign of darkness, on the night of Diwali. People decorate their premises with oil lamps (traditionally), electric bulbs and now with other decorative electric lighting fixtures.
Deepavali - the very name of this festival reveals its meaning. The festival is all about the lighting lamps. Later the term 'Deepawali' became 'Diwali'. Diwali bears significance in the Hindu culture as well as among Buddhists, Sikhs and Jains. The legends connected to the festival are different for different religions.
Diwali is our festival that brings a series of festivals with it. One after another, we get a chance to celebrate five ceremonious occasions. In addition to the lights, there are crackers, an overall cleanliness, colorful rangoli (decorations with dry colours) making, social gatherings to exchange greetings and sharing sweets with friends and family. Diwali is a festival filled with spiritualism and religious activities, such as worship of Goddess Lakshmi Goddess of Wealth, worship of Lord Ganesha (remover of obstacles) significantly; however, the greatest significance is from the epic Ramayana. On this day, Lord Rama returned triumphant after his slaying of the demon king Ravana (equivalent of Satan ??!!).
Third day of the festivities is the main day as Diwali. Various days of festivities have some significance but the Fifth Day has a special significance which as Bhai (brother) Dooj (second lunar day), the time to honor the brother-sister relationship.
HAPPY DIWALI EVERYONE
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PHOENIX
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Oct 24, 2011 8:35 am
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A young lady, a friend's daughter, who is very fond of me and vice versa, sent me this poem in her last mail. I think it is beautiful. She had a messy divorce a year back unfortunately.
Seems SO long ago, I was a little girl
A little girl, who dreamt big dreams,
Rode on invisible horses and saw fairy people
Under every moss covered log.
And always was my horizon a place of wonder!
All too soon, I matured and had to embrace
That uninspiring realm of the “grown ups!”
Had to leave behind, in a safe place, my treasures.
Never knowing the day or time of recovery
And my horizon became a place of uncertainty
After many years, riding the wild breakers of life
I married a man, and tried to paint my life
On my personal canvas, but the paint was inferior
It refused to blend in, the finished product spoke volumes,
And my horizon became my prison
The breaking free was terrible and costly
Half my feathers were ripped out, especially those for flight
With damaged wings and no nest, I faced the night
I fought off the scavengers and predators
And my horizon slowly drowned in tears
In time my strength returned, flight feathers grew
And in the dawn of my resurrection, I spread new wings
And beat against a scarlet sky, a phoenix reborn
I called out in the stillness of my new morning
“I am alive! I have survived!”
And my sun rose in welcoming, loving light
From over the distant hills, as my eyes narrowed
Blinking from the unaccustomed beauty
My heart beat in my chest from joy
And my horizon sparkled
With undiscovered potential!
© Alison Stormwolf
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PHOENIX
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Oct 24, 2011 8:11 am
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A young lady, a friend's daughter, who is very fond of me and vice versa, sent me this poem in her last mail. I think it is beautiful. She had a messy divorce a year back unfortunately.
Seems SO long ago, I was a little girl
A little girl, who dreamt big dreams,
Rode on invisible horses and saw fairy people
Under every moss covered log.
And always was my horizon a place of wonder!
All too soon, I matured and had to embrace
That uninspiring realm of the “grown ups!”
Had to leave behind, in a safe place, my treasures.
Never knowing the day or time of recovery
And my horizon became a place of uncertainty
After many years, riding the wild breakers of life
I married a man, and tried to paint my life
On my personal canvas, but the paint was inferior
It refused to blend in, the finished product spoke volumes,
And my horizon became my prison
The breaking free was terrible and costly
Half my feathers were ripped out, especially those for flight
With damaged wings and no nest, I faced the night
I fought off the scavengers and predators
And my horizon slowly drowned in tears
In time my strength returned, flight feathers grew
And in the dawn of my resurrection, I spread new wings
And beat against a scarlet sky, a phoenix reborn
I called out in the stillness of my new morning
“I am alive! I have survived!”
And my sun rose in welcoming, loving light
From over the distant hills, as my eyes narrowed
Blinking from the unaccustomed beauty
My heart beat in my chest from joy
And my horizon sparkled
With undiscovered potential!
© Alison Stormwolf[
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SILENCE LEAVES A SHADOW
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Oct 22, 2011 8:19 am
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Shadows of silence sneak into my path,
Stirring and tugging at the strings of my heart.
Ringing the old memories so sweet,
Touching the chords of my heartbeats.
Shadows of silence engulf my soul,
Whispering into my ears many words untold,
Glimpses of old times spent together they bring,
Tears of happiness and bells of sadness they ring.
Shadows of silence are a true friend of mine,
The old the sweeter, just like red wine.
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GOOD ECONOMICS
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Oct 17, 2011 6:48 pm
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It is August in a small town on the South Coast of France, holiday season is in full swing, but it is raining so there is not too much business happening.
Everyone is heavily in debt.
Luckily, a rich Chinese tourist from Shanghai arrives in the foyer of the small local hotel.
He asks for a room and puts a 100 eruo note on the reception counter, takes a key and goes to inspect the room located up the stairs on the third floor.
The hotel owner takes the banknote in hurry and rushes to his meat supplier to whom he owes 100 euros.
The butcher takes the money and races to his wholesale supplier to pay his debt.
The wholesaler rushes to the farmer to pay 100 euros for pigs he purchased some time ago.
The farmer triumphantly gives the 100 euro note to a local prostitute who gave him her services on credit.
The prostitute goes quickly to the hotel, as she owed the hotel for her hourly room use to entertain clients, and lays the 100 euros on the counter.
At that moment, the rich Chinese is coming down to reception and informs the hotel owner that the proposed room is unsatisfactory and takes his 100 euros back and departs.
There was no profit or income. But everyone no longer has any debt and the small town people look optimistically towards their future.
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A LOVELY FLIGHT
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Oct 16, 2011 5:29 am
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"This is your captain speaking. On behalf of my crew I'd like to welcome you aboard British Airways flight 602 from New York to London. We are currently flying at a height of 35,000 feet midway across the Atlantic.
"If you look out of the windows on the starboard side of the aircraft, you will observe that both the starboard engines are on fire.
"If you look out of the windows on the port side, you will observe that the port wing has fallen off.
"If you look down towards the Atlantic ocean, you will see a little yellow life raft with three people in it waving at you.
"That's me and the copilot - and one of our flight attendants ll overboard. This is a recording."
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KNOWING OURSELVES
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Oct 14, 2011 5:02 pm
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It is not only the most difficult thing to know one's self, but also the most inconvenient.
--Josh Billings
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UNDERSTANDING OURSELVES
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Oct 13, 2011 8:02 am
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A man and a woman are driving down the same road at the same time.
As they pass each other the woman leans out the window, points and yells, “PIG! ”
The man immediately leans out his window, shakes his fist and shouts back, “BITCH!"
They each continue on their way, and as the man rounds the next corner, he slams into a pig that had wandered into the middle of the road.
If only we men would listen. 
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CHASING CARS - JUST A THOUGHT
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Oct 12, 2011 5:17 pm
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A farmer had a dog who used to sit by the roadside waiting for vehicles to come around. As soon as one came he would run down the road, barking and trying to overtake it.
One day a neighbor asked the farmer "Do you think your dog is ever going to catch a car?"
The farmer replied, "That is not what bothers me. What bothers me is what he would do if he ever caught one."
Often in our lives we go the way that dog who is pursuing cars. I should put my time and energy into goals that mean something to the world and all those who care for me.
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