tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58905216085236683862024-03-13T08:45:19.438-07:00AkhyayikasAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-56356291189147545202017-04-02T05:29:00.002-07:002017-04-02T05:29:34.780-07:00We are moving...
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-38455512294325742792016-06-27T00:43:00.002-07:002016-06-27T00:43:45.067-07:00Diamonds Right Under Your Nose
There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. He
was happy because he was content. He was content because he was happy. One day
a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power
that goes along with them.
The wise man said, "If you had a diamond the size of
your thumb, you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the size of your
fist, you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-73834238678028818762016-06-27T00:36:00.001-07:002016-06-27T00:36:08.441-07:00What is Inside?
There was a man who made a living selling balloons at a fair.
He had so many colours of balloons, including red, yellow, blue, and green, but
never a black balloon.
Whenever business was slow, he would release one
helium-filled balloon into the air and when the children saw it go up, they all
wanted to buy one.
They would come up to him, buy a balloon, and his sales would
go up Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-26849216385945512962015-08-08T23:30:00.000-07:002015-08-08T23:30:00.268-07:00The Fisherman and the Banker
An investment banker was at the
pier of a small coastal village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.
Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The investment banker
complimented the fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it
took to catch them.
The fisherman replied, "Only
a little while."
The investment banker then asked,
"Why didn't you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-42882368248838663272015-08-08T23:24:00.005-07:002015-08-08T23:24:53.758-07:00The Bamboo - Grow Your Roots and Rise as High as You Can
One day I decided to quit... I
quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one
last talk with God.
"God", I said.
"Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me...
"Look around", He said.
"Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.
When I planted the fern and the
bamboo seeds, I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-9207358916659635652015-08-08T23:20:00.002-07:002015-08-08T23:20:24.166-07:00The Slow Poison
A long time ago in China , a girl named Li-Li got married and
went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li
found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their
personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her
mother-in-law' s habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly. Days
passed, and weeks passed.
Li-Li Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-6606376618396162732015-01-25T07:25:00.001-08:002015-01-25T07:25:24.288-08:00Ask Yourself what the Baby Camel did
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-18221876103393259952014-12-13T04:06:00.003-08:002014-12-13T04:06:41.835-08:00Your Plan My Plan His Plan
I loved this one - its a great reminder to have patience and faith and
to have absolute trust.
This story may
leave you moved beyond words so make sure you move to share it with everyone
you know and inspire them too!
Once there was a
sweeper in a well known temple and he was very sincere and devoted. Every time
he saw thousands of devotees coming to take darshan of the Lord, he Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-65497241453240312672014-10-01T08:14:00.000-07:002014-10-01T08:14:07.096-07:00Mindset
As I was passing by
the elephants, I suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge
creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg.
No chains, no
cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from the
ropes they were tied to but for some reason, they did not. I saw a trainer
nearby and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-16504242107281628952014-10-01T08:04:00.005-07:002014-10-01T08:04:58.900-07:00Polish Yourself
There was a king
who was a great admirer of art. One day an artist came and said to the king,
“Oh King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on
it.”
The artist was
given the job. Just then, another young man said, “Oh King! Please allow me to
work on the opposite wall. I too am an artist.”
The king said, “What would you like to make?” The man said, “My Lord,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-20128470173342846622014-10-01T07:37:00.002-07:002014-10-01T07:37:19.882-07:00Attitude : The Glass is Always Half Full
A city boy, Raj,
moved to the village and bought a donkey from an old farmer for Rs.1000. The
farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.
The next day the
farmer drove up and said, "Sorry Rajji, but I have some bad news, the
donkey died while I was bringing him here."
Raj replied:
"Well then, just give me my money back." The farmer said: "Can't
do that. I went and spent it alreadyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-80424579959577053982014-10-01T07:27:00.003-07:002014-10-01T07:27:57.742-07:00ThunderStorm
A man who had just
got married was returning home with his wife . They were crossing a lake in a
boat, when suddenly a great storm arose. The man was a warrior, but the woman
became very much afraid because it seemed hopeless since the boat was small and
it seemed that any moment they were going to be drowned. But the man remained
silent and was at peace , calm and quiet, as if nothing was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-225783877090319262014-10-01T07:24:00.004-07:002014-10-01T07:24:55.549-07:00The Marine
A nurse took the
tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside.
“Your son is here,”
she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the
patient’s eyes opened.
Heavily sedated
because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed
Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine
wrapped his toughened fingers around the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-50157679998492774302014-10-01T05:38:00.001-07:002014-10-01T05:38:22.475-07:00The Ultimate Gift Box
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Some time ago, a
friend of mine 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 tree.
Nevertheless, the
little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-15897335895986176712014-10-01T05:29:00.000-07:002014-10-01T05:29:26.271-07:00The Scholar and the Ferryman
A scholar
of language and grammar undertook a journey. A river had to be crossed. As was
the custom in those days, the scholar hired the boat of a waiting ferryman who
took people across the river.
During
the journey, the scholar asked the ferryman, with obvious pride and mockery, if
he knew anything about grammar and the rules of language.
The
ferryman simply replied, "I don't."
"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-44439044843309769512014-10-01T05:07:00.001-07:002014-10-01T05:07:15.363-07:00Always Prefer Open-Ended Questions
While sports
fishing off the Florida coast, a tourist capsized his boat. He could swim, but
his fear of alligators kept him clinging to the overturned craft. Spotting an
old beachcomber standing on the shore, the tourist shouted, "Are there any
gators around here?"
"Naw,"
the man hollered back, "they ain't been around for years!"
Feeling safe, the
tourist started swimming leisurely towardAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-4506012474345991212014-10-01T05:04:00.002-07:002014-10-01T05:04:39.508-07:00Creative Problem Solving
Farmer John lived
on a quiet rural highway. But, as time went by, the traffic slowly built up at
an alarming rate. The traffic was so heavy and so fast that his chickens were
being run over at a rate of three to six a day.
So one day Farmer
John called the sheriff's office and said, "You've got to do something
about all of these people driving so fast and killing all of my chickens."
"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-72396673145490819622014-10-01T05:00:00.002-07:002014-10-01T05:00:19.543-07:00The Crow, The Parrot and The Peacock
A crow lived in the
forest and was absolutely satisfied in life.
But one day he saw
a swan. "This swan is so white," he thought, "and I am so black.
This swan must be
the happiest bird in the world."
He expressed his
thoughts to the swan. "Actually," the swan replied, "I was
feeling that I was the happiest bird around until I saw a parrot, which has two
colours. I now think the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-28123527554778686122014-09-27T08:55:00.000-07:002014-09-27T08:55:24.474-07:00Little Angel
My wife called,
'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your
darling daughter eat her food?'
I tossed the paper
away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.
Tears were welling
up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-20552271192468197192014-09-27T08:48:00.001-07:002014-09-27T08:48:05.772-07:00Dhyan Chand : One of our Greatest Heroes
Its a real story of an Indian soldier, who faced one of the deadliest
Military Leaders, the modern world has seen so far...
It was Berlin
Olympics and India had to play the mighty Germany in the Hockey finals. Just
before the match the Indian Coach, Pankaj Gupta, got the then Congress Flag in
the dressing room. All the players saluted it and sang Vande Mataram, the then
National Anthem ofAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-75460030247907288302014-08-24T07:40:00.003-07:002014-08-24T07:40:18.167-07:00Information Please!
When I was quite
young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I
remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung
on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to
listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered
that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-77922134107390423542014-08-24T07:34:00.000-07:002014-08-24T07:34:26.095-07:00Opportunity
A young man wished to marry the farmer's beautiful daughter. He went to
the farmer to ask his permission. The farmer looked him over and said,
"Son, go stand
out in that field. I'm going to release three bulls, one at a time. If you can
catch the tail of any one of the three bulls, you can marry my daughter."
The young man stood
in the pasture awaiting the first bull.
The barn door
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-21365806421636928252014-08-03T05:10:00.003-07:002014-08-03T05:10:26.616-07:00The Gold Ring
The young man was
climbing the hill, slowly a step at a time. His bowed head seemed to indicate
that something was bothering him. Perhaps he was lonely, or discouraged. He was
coming to seek guidance from the wise man that lived on the hill on the
outskirts of town.
Entering the counselor's house, the young man
found him reading, deep in thought.
"Excuse me,
sir," he said Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890521608523668386.post-92138196349276999062014-08-03T05:05:00.002-07:002014-08-03T05:05:23.652-07:00The Buddha on Abuse
A tale is told
about the Buddha, Gautama (563-483BC), the Indian prince and spiritual leader
whose teachings founded Buddhism. This short story illustrates that every one
of us has the choice whether or not to take personal offence from another
person's behavior.
It is said that on
an occasion when the Buddha was teaching a group of people, he found himself on
the receiving end of a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05225524452419697533noreply@blogger.com0