FAMILY

Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.

But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY =(F)ATHER
(A)ND
(M)OTHER
(I)
(L)OVE
(Y)OU

love,
jatin

F A M I L Y

I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
'Oh excuse me please' was my reply.

He said, 'Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you.'

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.

But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.

Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.

When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
'Move out of the way,' I said with a frown.

He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.

While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,

'While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse.

Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.

Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.

He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes.'

By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.

I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
'Wake up, little one, wake up,' I said.

'Are these the flowers you picked for me?'
He smiled, 'I found them, out by the tree.

I picked them because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like them, especially the blue.

' I said, 'Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way..
' He said, 'Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway.'

I said, 'Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue.'

The best lines I ever read...

Wana be happy right now? Wana end all your worries? Wana start your journey to success? Wana make your life a celebration?

When I read this, I come out as a winner..Would love you to go through these. Its by our dearest divine Guru, Sri Sri and here they go...About me.... LoVe Is My VeRy ExIsTeNcE......

am freedom...come AnD be a part of it..

I Celebrate when I am alone
I Celebrate when I am in crowd
I Celebrate the silence and
I Celebrate the noise.
I Celebrate life
and I Celebrate death.....

A PROMISE BY HIM....

If I had to promise you something, what would it be ?

I can't promise that you'd always be comfortable……Because comfort brings boredom & discomfort.
I can't promise that all your desires will be fulfilled…Because desires whether fulfilled or unfulfilled bring frustration.
I can't promise that there will always be good times…Because it is the tough times that make us appreciate joy.
I can't promise that you will be rich or famous or powerful…..Because they can all be a pathway to misery.
I can't promise that we will always be together…Because it is separation that makes togetherness so wonderful

Yet, if you are willing to walk with me,
If you are willing to value love over everything elseI promise that this will be the richest & most fulfilling life possible.
I promise your life will be an eternal celebration,
I promise I will cherish you more than a king cherishes his crown.
And I shall love you more than a mother loves her newborn.
If you are willing to walk into my arms,
If you are willing to live in my heart,
You will find the one you have waited for, forever…
You will meet yourself in my arms….I promise….
--Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

IF -

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run--
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!