The Most Beautiful Rose

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown, for the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "Look at what I found."

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn-not enough rain, or too little light.Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play, I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat by my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise, "It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, he held it midair without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed for the very first time that weed-toting boy could not see; he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one.

You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me.

And for all of those times I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.

Yeh Shaher Hai Corruption Ka

Yeh Shaher Hai corruption ka
Yahan Ki police kare choron ki rakhwali
Yeh Shaher Hai corruption ka
Yahan Ki police kare choron ki rakhwali
Yahan Pe Sab ki movement movement Hai

Yahan chor Hai, Yahan lootara Hai
Yahan choron ki Chaandni Raat Hai
Yahan roop hai, Yahan Rang Hai
Yahan dollar Ki Baat Hai
Yahan Khwaab Hai, Yahan Jashn Hai
Yahan sab ki Mehfil Hai Jawaan
Yahan Shokhiyaan, Madhoshiyaan
Yahan Har Taraf Mastiyaan

Yeh Shaher Hai corruption ka
Yahan Ki police kare choron ki rakhwali
Yeh Shaher Hai corruption ka
Yahan Ki police kare choron ki rakhwali
Yahan Pe Sab ki movement movement Hai 

Bouquet Of Roses

I stopped at a florist shop after work to pick up roses for my wife.

As the clerk was putting the finishing touches on the bouquet, a young man burst through the door, breathlessly requesting a dozen red roses.

"I'm sorry," the clerk said. "This man just ordered our last bunch."

The desperate customer turned to me and begged, "May I please have those roses?"

"What happened?" I asked. "Did you forget your wedding anniversary? "

"It's even worse than that," he confided. "I crashed my wife's hard drive!"

: Story -students of MBBS

1st year students of MBBS were attending their 1st anatomy class.
They all gathered around the surgery table with a real dead dog.
The Professor started class by telling two important qualities as a Doctor.
The 1st is that NEVER BE DISGUSTED FOR ANYTHING ABOUT BODY,
e.g. He inserted his finger in dog's mouth & on drawing back tasted it in his own mouth.

Then he said them to do the same.
The students hesitated for several minutes.
But eventually everyone inserted their fingers in dog's mouth & then tasted it.

When everyone finished, the Professor looked at them and said:
The most important 2nd quality is OBSERVATION, I inserted my Middle finger but tasted the Index finger.
Now learn to pay attention.


Moral:
Life is tough but it’s a lot tougher when you are not paying attention

Some Short Stories ( MUST MUST READ )

Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was:

A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sa there.

When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, 'Nothing, I just helped him cry.'



(This one is for each of you - be a soul mate to anyone and everyone... We need you and your empathy/compassion. ..)

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Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different hair color than the other members. One of her students suggested that he WA adopted.

A little girl said, 'I know all about adoption, I was adopted..'

'What does it mean to be adopted?' asked another child.

'It means', said the girl, 'that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy!'



(This one is for all mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and 'moms at heart'... 'teachers,' need I go on?)

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On my way home one day, I stopped to watch a Little League base ball game that was being played in a park near my home. As I sat down behind the bench on the first-base line, I asked one of the boys what the score was.

'We're behind 14 to nothing,' he answered with a smile..

'Really,' I said. 'I have to say you don't look very discouraged. '

'Discouraged? ', the boy asked with a puzzled look on his face.....

'Why should we b discouraged? We haven't been up to bat yet..'



(This is for all my sports-minded friends...)

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Whenever I'm disappointed with my spot in life, I stop and think about little Jamie Scott.

Jamie was trying out for a part in the school play. His mother told me that he'd set his heart on being in it, though she feared he would not be chosen.

On the day the parts were awarded, I went with her to collect him after school. Jamie rushed up to her, eyes shining with pride and excitement. 'Guess what, Mom,' he shouted, and then said those words that will remain a lesson to me.....'I've been chosen to clap and cheer.'



(This one is for all my fine arts people who work with children. May children NEVER be told they can be the 'pine trees' in the Christmas program...)

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An eye witness account from New York City , on a cold day in December, some years ago:



A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold.



A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'


'I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,' was the boy's reply.

The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel.. He quickly brought them to her.

She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel..

By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes.

She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.'

As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her, 'Are you God's wife?'

How To Become A Dad

I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter.

She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I
took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.

'Why?' my daughter asked. 'Because it's been on the ground, you don't know
where it's been, it's dirty, and probably has germs' I replied.

At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked,
'Momma, how do you know all this stuff, you are so smart.'

I was thinking quickly. 'All moms know this stuff. It's on the Mom Test. You
have to know it, or they don't let you be a Mom.' We walked along in silence
for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.

'OH...I get it!' she beamed, 'So if you don't pass the test you have to be
the dad. '

'Exactly' I replied back with a big smile on my face.