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Praying hands

Below is a touching story about DURERS Praying Hands that is really heart touching widely. It tells of DURER doing his creation in appreciation of a brother who went to work in the mines to support Amith’s education.

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nepal, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Amith Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nepal to study at the Academy.
        After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
        They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Amith Durer won the toss and went off to Nepal. Ram went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Amith’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.
        When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Amith's triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Amith rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled amith to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, ram, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nepal to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."
        All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Ram sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."
        Finally, Ram rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nepal. It is too late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother ...
for me it is too late."
      Many years have passed. By now, amith  Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of amith Durer's works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.
        One day, to pay homage to Ram for all that he had sacrificed, Amith  Durer painstakingly drew his brother's abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The Praying Hands."

       Even though the story is fiction,
I hope the intent of the story is appreciated,
whether true or not.

By pallavi

Parable Of The Pencil

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.

"There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil, "Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be."

"One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand."

"Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil."

"Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make."

"Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside."

"And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write."

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.


Now replacing the place of the pencil with you. 
Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you'll need it to become a stronger person.

Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.

Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the inside that is your beautiful and innocent heart and sole.

And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.



Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.

By pallavi.

Mountain

"A son (Pralhad)  and his father(Mr. Srikanth) were walking on the mountains.
Suddenly, his son ( Pralhad ) falls, hurts himself and screams: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"
He receives the answer: "Who are you?"
And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"
The voice answers: "I admire you!"
Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"
He receives the answer: "Coward!"
He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"
The father (Mr. srikanth ) smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."
Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"
The voice answers: "You are a champion!"
The boy is surprised, but does not understand.
Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE.
It gives you back everything you say or do.
Our life is simply a reflection of our actions.
If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart.
If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence.
This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life;
Life will give you back everything you have given to it."

YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"

And remember you’re the Best Person On this Earth. And Set aims and Goals in life and achieve them as your luckily to Born as human.

By Pallavi

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LOOK FOR ALL ASPECTS

This incident took place in my childhood (name changed)

There was Varun who was best child and friend of all…………

One day some of his friends came to see him they saw Varun’s mother Maya aunty on the ground floor; she was busy with her work. As Varun was not there, so they asked her where is Varun aunty? ……….. She replied “He is upstairs”.

The house was of three floors the children (I mean his friends) rushed up to the third floor i.e., the top floor. There they did not find Varun’s but met his father reading newspaper and as varun was not seen there they asked uncle where is Varun ?..............

Uncle replied Downstairs!

The children were puzzled; they searched all the floors and garden, out house and found Varun at 2^nd floor in his grandfather room. They all were very happy to see him even they gathered around Varun and related the incident to him. They said Varun we are confused about one thing

On ground floor your mother said you’re upstairs and on top floor your father said you were downstairs ………….. How can both statements be right and at last we found you on second floor? In the mean time all this was heard by Varun’s grand father,

So when grandfather heard whole story he asked all the kids to come near him as he will explain ……….

Then showing the picture of a crow grandfather said which color is this and all at once including Varun replied in one voice black

But grand father said he can also see that crow is red and as well as white……..

No No No No …………. It is black shouted the children…….

So Varun grandfather said you all are right. The body of the crow is black but the crow is also red because of the color of its blood and white because of its bones.

In the same way Varun’s mother was at ground floor so she pointed up stairs and his father was completely on top floor so pointed downstairs both gave the correct statements from their respective stand points

After this incident I could make out every thing has a number of different aspect and to explore the truth we should look at it from different view points.

This is the means to unravel the truth.

“Moral--- TRUTH CAN BE ONLY EXPLORED IF WE SEE ALL THE ASPECTS OF ANY MATTER”

By pallavi.

KEEP the DREAM

I have a friend named Manoj Mallu who owns a horse ranch in Gulbarga ….. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.

The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Shankar use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.

“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of some day owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.

“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `see me after class.’

“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `why did I receive an F?’

“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `if you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’

“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.

He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.”

Manoj then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Manoj, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”

“Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.”

This was the way I kept up my dreams come true and now wish to help boys like Shankar who can also be like me I never found a helping hand but I will help such people like Shankar to dream big ……………..

This is my best friend manoj and his small help to human raise.

By pallavi.

IS YOUR SHADOW WITH YOU

This is a story for those who forget there cultural, ethical values, seriousness in life.

Long time ago there lived four friend, by name rajshekar, supirya, sonali, and shona.

All four where friends from there school life…as they finished school life stepped into college life and by this time all four where quite matured enough ., as per age factor,

Supiya and sonali where from same family as they were sister but rajshekar and shona were from different family , and at the time off shona’s college life she took up subject into commerce line where as rajshekar and sonali and supirya took up science faculty . friendship was too good without any differences all of them cared each other all the time.

But time came when shona had to quite her higher studies and just remain a graduate where as other three went to abroad for higher studies ……..

They finished there higher studies and got jobs in same city in aboard, and here in India shona remained with all her cultural, ethical values, that doesn’t mean that she was old fashioned  girl but with due respect she developed her personality, she was working here with a reputed company, and learnt to fight out the problems as and when came, but shona remained always with her shadow or tell shadow remained all time with her.

(Note: shadow means ancestral cultural, ethical values, self-respect, and so on).

Once it happened to that all here best friends came to visit all there family members and meet all friends, so visited shona also., but shona was having good friends in her surrounding so many that she mean time forgot her old school friends. She was surprised to see her friends and very happy too.

In this due course of time as she had other friends there was a friend by name nikhil who was a very kind person by nature, they use to share words between them once in  a day, and the day when all three visited her she was talking to her good friend nikhil, she introduced all to each other,

And in the fun sonali said shona that her friend look very beautiful, and kept on and on later all three started talking and in the mean time supirya and sonali started talking some nonsense topic which made shona angry and she walk off from there telling that she will get something to eat and drink.

In the same time they spoke lot off matter about them and with nikhil , as shona returned they made fun laughed and said that they need to go., but all this made nikhil think about shona wrong ways.,

Though shona was where matured girl because of her friends behavior shed had to bow her head to beg sorry,

What made them change why and who taught them to behave so no answer, but shona and nikhil lost there friendship,

And when shona was thinking she realized that they all forgot the cultural, the ethical values, and the moral science values ,which are not lasting with them because they adopted vired and glamorous world but wrong things from it also

So the shadow which follows each one off us born as Indian is lost in this smog,

So in today’s life there is no value for genetically aspects

Its only fast and trendy life which hurts many hearts..

By pallavi….

Dads Blessings

A young man by name Naresh was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car.  Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study room. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box.  Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bhagvat Gita, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angry, he raised his voice to his father and said "With all your money, you give me a Bhagvat gita?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the Holy book Gita.

Many years passed and Naresh was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him.  He had not seen him since that graduation day.  Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.  He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Bhagvat Gita, just as he had left it years ago.  With tears, he opened the Gita and began to turn the pages.  And as he did, a car key dropped from the back of the Gita.  It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss Spirit's blessings and answers to our prayers because they do not arrive exactly as we have expected?

Today I look beyond the obvious and allow miracles to be created in my life

By Pallavi.

Building Your House

Easy to read but hard to understand , by reading this story you may realize what you missed and what is to be gained in proper way . As it gives happiness, respect, pleasure, wealth, health, love, and humanity,
There lived a carpenter near my grandpa’s house…. He worked for a contractor who build beautiful house and this carpenter made that house later into home with beautiful interior……..Once it happened carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house-building business to live a more leisurely life with his wife and enjoy his extended family. He would miss the paycheck each week, but he wanted to retire. They could get by.

The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go & asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but over time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.

When the carpenter finished his work, his employer came to inspect the house. Then he handed the front-door key to the carpenter and said, "This is your house... my gift to you."

The carpenter was shocked!

What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into the building. Then, with a shock, we realize we have to live in the house we have built. If we could do it over, we would do it much differently.

But, you cannot go back. You are the carpenter, and every day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Someone once said, "Life is a do-it-yourself project." Your attitude,  and the choices you make today, help build the "house" you will live in tomorrow. Therefore, Build wisely! As you are the person who is responsible for what you do., good or bad .

By Pallavi 

Bad Temper

There once was a little boy By name Jay who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a

scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

By pallavi.

A Business Man and a Burglar

Long ago there lived a business man. One night the business man “Jay was resting on his bed with his eyes closed but he was not getting sleep as he was worried of some matter thoughts were arising in his mind like tidal waves……

It was late at night suddenly, the business man Mr. jay heard some  kind of noise in the house he opened his eyes and noticed that a man was collecting some things on a sheet Jay continued to lie silently. The burglar collected a lot of stuff and proceeded to make a bundle…

However, the sheet was two short for the amount of goods he had assembled. The burglar tried his best to tie the knot but to on avail. there was no other large enough sheet in sight……. So for a moment the burglar paused to examine his next move.

Mr. Jay was watching the burglar’s the bed…… he said to the burglar. Brother don’t worry. I will help you in securing the knot “On hearing this the burglar was surprised he started to escape but the business man said don’t be afraid, you intended to do a big favor to me. I have accumulated a lot of stuff in my house.

I do not need much of it. You are helping me in relieving my burden. These goods will be useful to you. I will always be grateful to you for this favor, these words of the jay made a great impact on the burglar’s heart. He said please no I will not take anything, the business man said lovingly, son you must take this material you have assembled it with considerable labour. How can you learn it here? Saying this the business man got up and tied the bundle.

The bundle was heavy, so he helped the burglar in lifting it and back farewell to the burglar when entire story to his mother. She was surprised and said

My son what did you do the man whom you have robbed is not a human being., he is an angle go back return his material, and ask him to pardon you.

The burglar had been touched even before being warned by his mother….

On her advice, he returned to the business man residence and placed the bundle at his feet , with tears in his eyes, he urged, please  keep your goods and forgive me, I take a vow that I will never steal anything in the future.

The business man jay picked him up and said dear what ever you see in my home is earned by me with lot of efforts you are good person instead of robbing you work hard and earn some money, I have a farm house . today onwards you  take care of it ……

The burglar kept his words and started working.

BAD CAN ALSO BECOME GOOD IF GUIDED PROPERLY WITH LOVE AND AFFECTION.

By pallavi

A Box Full of Kisses

The story goes that some time ago, a man 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 Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.

In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.

By pallavi

4 wives

There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.

He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.

He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.

Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.

One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!"

Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.

The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart. The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.

He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.

Then a voice called out : "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have !"

Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives

a. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.

b. Our 3rd wife ? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.

c. The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.

d. The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure.

Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament .

By  Pallavi

Love and Time

                Love and Time

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"
Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.

By pallavi.