Vision

A little boy went to his old grandpa and asked, "What's the value of life?" The grandpa gave him one stone and said, "Find out the value of this stone, but don't sell it." The boy took the stone to an Orange Seller and asked him what its cost would be. The Orange Seller saw the shiny stone and said, "You can take 12 oranges and give me the stone." The boy apologized and said that the grandpa has asked him not to sell it. He went ahead and found a vegetable seller. "What could be the value of this stone?" he asked the vegetable seller. The seller saw the shiny stone and said, "Take one sack of potatoes and give me the stone." The boy again apologized and said he can't sell it. Further ahead, he went into a jewelry shop and asked the value of the stone. The jeweler saw the stone under a lens and said, "I'll give you 1 million for this stone." When the boy shook his head, the

“ Most folks are about as happy as they make up their minds to be. ” Abraham Lincoln Down through the centuries men have sought to explain the meaning and the art of happiness. Millions upon millions of words have been written on the subject. Poets and priests, philosophers and scientists, teachers, preachers, and leaders of every age have sought to work out a simple formula for what Sir Philip Gibbs called “The eternal quest of mankind” -- a happy and contented life. For in the end happiness is what all people want, regardless of the many ways they may seek it. To be happy is the ultimate goal of all ambition, all endeavor, all hopes and plans. “ Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence. ” declared Aristotle, supreme philosopher of the ancient world. But what is happiness ? Clearly, it means vastly different things to different people. Since earliest times men have sought and found their happiness along amazingly di

Light, my light, the world-filling light, the eye-kissing light, heart-sweetening light! Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life; the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love; the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth. The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light. Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light. The light is shattered into gold on every cloud, my darling, and it scatters gems in profusion. Mirth spreads from leaf to leaf, my darling, and gladness without measure. The heaven's river has drowned its banks and the flood of joy is abroad. By Rabindranath Tagore

A young man 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. 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 beautiful wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" And stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but r

“GOD waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.” ~ Stray Birds We all are running after the success. Sometimes it seems running after an illusion. The quest is endless. For things we run after, are they really making us happy in life? Let us peep in the society. The men with all worldly success, are they really happy by heart? May be or may not be. It’s probability. Things can give us comfort but not eternal happiness. We may think that this is the right time to gather the things. More we have; more comfortable the life would be in later years. But can I assure that I will be alive tomorrow? Life is uncertain and things are fragile. I am working hard for frail things actually. It doesn’t mean that we don’t have to work hard. But craving for things makes us cry. I need to learn: how to enjoy in now? And how to enjoy in little things of life? If we miss pleasure in present; how will I enjoy in future? Work for dreams with vision of future; but with a heart in

Gratitude is a divine attitude. Being grateful out of love is the springtime. When we fill our minds and heart with it, we feel blessed. Positivity is being flourished. The important thing is that we may feel blessed in good times, but when we feel blessed in difficult times, it reflects a real positive attitude.   Here is a small inspiring poem about God’s love. We may feel harder to move on in times of difficulties. In the hour of grief and pain, we may be shaken and complain. Here is a man who dreamed and saw himself walking at the seashore.  He complained to God, “In my good times, there were two sets of footprints, but in the struggle when I needed most, you left. There was only one set of a footprint.”  God replied wonderfully with love, “My precious child! That one set of a footprint is not yours, it’s mine. I carried you in your upsetting times.”  We may feel niggled in distressing moments. But God is always with us. We are the children of God. And how a mother can l

At every stage of age, life seems different. It is truly said that life is full of mystery, unfold it. We all are travellers and life's a journey. It gives all kind of experience and learning. But we may pass it in eat, drink and be merry. We don’t tend to think beyond it. We live as all live, mere a monotonous life. Once socrates said, “I would be a dissatisfied Socrates than to be a satisfied pig.” We all are fallen in typical usual life. Nothing new, nothing special, nothing different, nothing ambitious. Just passing life. In childhood, I studied one rhyme, “ Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Grew worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday, That was the end, Of Solomon Grundy. It describes our tenure of life. Main is, when we live a life in a unique way. If inner fire is cold, the man is not alive. Let us try to ignite the inner fire. Let us think in distinctive way. Let us under