Wednesday 7 August 2019

Caring woman and a crack pot


Caring woman and a crack pot

Please take out some time to read this story.
 An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole, which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water, at the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.

The old woman smiled, Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pots side? Thats because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.

~~~ Thinking Time ~~~

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But its the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. Youve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. Flaw is natures law.It is like a knife. It cuts vegetables may also cut the fingers. It all depends on how we make use of it.

A MAN AND A FROG


A MAN AND A FROG
Take out some time to go through these few words
Human Beings and frogs are the two creatures in nature who have tremendous power to adjust. Put a frog in a vessel of water and start heating the water. As the temperature of the water rises, the frog is able to adjust its body temperature accordingly. The frog keeps on adjusting with increase in temperature. Just when the water is about to reach boiling point, the frog is not able to adjust anymore. At that point the frog decides to jump out. The frog tries to jump but is unable to do so, because it lost all its strength in adjusting with the water temperature. Very soon the frog dies.
What killed the frog? Many of us would say the boiling water.
But the truth is what killed the frog was its own inability to decide when it had to jump out.
We all need to adjust with people and situations, but we need to be sure when we need to adjust and when we need to face. There are times when we need to face the situation and take the appropriate action.
If we allow people to exploit us physically, emotionally or financially, they will continue to do so. We have to decide when to jump. Let us jump while we still have the strength! ?
Right plan at the right time, Right decision at the right time and perfect execution at the perfectly right time makes you a victor.


Saturday 3 August 2019

FRIEND

FRIEND

What is life without a friend
whether in past or present trend
with love filled to the brim
like a holy angel trim and prim
with full of glee that can never flee

under the affable copious sky
you should as a cloud in solitude
with no longitude or latitude
filled with despair starving for a friend
no matter colour country cast or creed
a plant that shoot up gently to the height
is friend in need and a friend indeed


GANDHIJI (Freelance Poem)

GANDHIJI

As Oct 2nd is fast approaching I want to post these few lines about Gandhiji. this was written by me some 17 years back to my daughters for a poetry event they have competed. Their rendition was recognised and they were awarded a prize.

Here it follows:

Gandhiji was born on 2nd October 1869 at Porbunder in Gujarat.He was frail timid and shy while he was young.In 1883 he went to South Africa as a lawyer to a Muslim firm and there he observed humiliation and harassment of non whites there. He fought a relentless battle there and also in India after coming back against the Britishers with a single weapon 'SATYAGRAHA', which is his brain child meaning 'Demand for the rights within he frame work of truth and nonviolence(Satya and
Ahimsa)

This walking skeliton when came back to India, hundreds of thousands of heroes out of common clay and inspired them to even risk their fortunes,families,lives and endure prison and poverty along with him to take out our country from the clutches of the British:

His talk for the country men was cooling
For the Britishers freezing

His talk for the country men was warming
For the Britishers  burning

His talk for the country men was raining
For the Britishers  flooding

His talk for the country men was healing
For the Britishers ailing

His talk for the country men was soothing
For the Britishers  searing

His talk for the country men was tonic
For the Britishers  toxic

By himself he was so simple
For the Britishers he was an un-inferred sample


The facts which  I made a mention
May not be, please, scored out as fiction

For he who created sensation
By waking up the people in hibernation

Sacrificed his life for the nation
Received from us a bullet as donation

And an award as the 'Father of Nation'
For whom I have at most admiration


His dream of wiping of every tear from every eye
could not fulfill as he was laid to such a sleep
Where he can't dream of getting any dream at all

I love him with the breathe,smiles,tears of all my life
And if God choose, I shall love him better after death


Saare Jahan se Achha

Saare Jahan se Achha

A Translation Into English To My Mite

Hindustan the dazzling sapphire
Is the best in the world entire
She is the garden we are cuckoos
singing ever in warbling choir

That great mountain stands sow high
nothing it is but shade of sky
That guard, tough and too much tall
Allows away foes always fly

Frolic brooks that play cris cross
In her loins with all rivers
hide and seek in floral plains
Ready to always vie with heavens

Any religion Gods' creation
teaches not to harbor spite
We are the citizens of this nation
That gives boons of many a trait


This may not be a true translation of 'Janab Iqbal'
and my work I know can not stand in parallel to
what he has written in Urdu.
But still this is humble effort to pay tribute to his great work.
hope the readers appreciate my effort.