Monday, February 2, 2009 | 9:16 PM | 0 Comments
A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said, ' God, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.' God led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in.
In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water. The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. God said, 'You have seen Hell.'
They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the Holy man's mouth watered. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking. The holy man said, 'I don’t understand.' It is simple,’ said God. 'It requires but one skill. You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves.
This story speaks for itself, and requires no explaination of the moral.
If you still dont get it, than you must be living in misery.
Life is glorius... Live it in fullness!
♥ TrappedButterfly
| 9:14 PM | 0 Comments
Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner.....who lives with a girlroommate Sunita.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn'thelp but notice how pretty Kumar's roommate was.
She had long beensuspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made hermore curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, shestarted to wonder if there was more between Kumar and his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, 'I know what you must bethinking, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates.'
About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying,
'Ever since your mothercame to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver plate. You don't supposeshe took it, do you?' Kumar said ,'Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure.'
So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother:I'm not saying that you 'did' take the silver plate from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the silver plate.But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, Kumar
Several days later, Kumar received an email from his Mother which read
Dear Son:
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and I'm not saying thatyou 'do not' sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, shewould have found the silver plate by now under the pillow...
Love,Mom.
Lesson of the day:
Don't Lie to Your Mother...........especially if she is Indian!
♥ TrappedButterfly
| 9:08 PM | 0 Comments
21stCentury...
Our communication - Wireless
Our dress - Topless
Our telephone - Cordless
Our cooking - Fireless
Our youth - Jobless
Our food - Fatless
Our labour - Effortless
Our conduct - Worthless
Our relation - Loveless
Our attitude - Careless
Our feelings - Heartless
Our politics - Shameless
Our education - Valueless
Our follies - Countless
Our arguments - Baseless
Our boss - Brainless
Our Job - Thankless
Our Salary - Veryless
♥ TrappedButterfly
