RESPECT!

ORIGIN OF DEATH - By SARA - Indian Web

Iveenia — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 09:43:46 -0700

When the world was new, Old Man and Old Woman were walking around. "Let us decide how things will be," Old Man said.

"That is good," said Old Woman. "How shall we do it?"

"Well," Old Man said, "since it was my idea I think I should have the first say in everything."

"That is good," said Old Woman, "just as long as I have the last say."

So they walked around and looked at things. Then Old Man spoke. "I have been thinking about hunting," he said. "The men will be the hunters. Anytime they want to shoot an animal, they will call it and it will come to them."

"I agree men should be the hunters," Old Woman said. "But if the animals come when they are called, life will be too easy for the people. The animals should run away when they see the people. Then it will be hard for the men to kill them. That way people will be smarter and stronger."

"You have the last say," Old Man agreed. Then they walked around some more.

After a while, Old Man spoke again. "I have been thinking about what people will look like," he said. "They will have eyes on one side of their face and their mouth on the other. Their mouths will go straight up and down. They will have ten fingers on each hand."

"I agree that people should have their eyes and their mouth on their face," Old Woman said. "But their eyes will be at the top of their face and their mouth at the bottom and they will be set across. I agree they should have fingers on their hands, but ten on each hand will make them clumsy. They will have five fingers on each hand."

"You have the last say," Old Man agreed.

Now they were walking by the river. "Let us decide about life and death," Old Man said. "I will do it this way. I will throw this buffalo chip into the river. If it floats, when people die they will come back to life after four days and then live forever."

Old Man threw the buffalo chip into the water. It bobbed up and floated. "I agree we should decide it this way," Old Woman said. "But I do not think it should be done with a buffalo chip. I will throw this stone into the water instead. If it floats, the people will die for four days and then come back to life and live forever. If it sinks, the people will not come back to life after they die."

Old Woman threw the stone into the water. It sank immediately.

"That is the way it should be," Old Woman said. "If people lived forever, the Earth would be too crowded. There would not be enough food. This way people will feel sorry for each other. There will be sympathy in the world."

Old Man said nothing.

Some time passed. Old Woman had a child. She and Old Man loved the child very much and they were happy. One day, though, the child became sick and died. Then Old Woman went to Old Man.

"Let us have our say again about death," she said.

But Old Man shook his head. "No," he said, "you had the last say.

i think in this case - she fits... "Who Said Death Was a Man?"

90/10 i just love it! blogged fm Sanjay Indian Web

Iveenia — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 11:04:47 -0700

What is the 90/10 Principle?
10% of life is made up of what happens to you.
90% of life is decided by how you react.
What does this mean?
We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us.
We cannot stop the car from breaking down.
The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off.
A driver may cut us off in traffic.
We have no control over this 10%.
The other 90% is different.
You determine the other 90%.
How? By your reaction.

You cannot control a red light, but you can control your reaction.
Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.
Let's use an example.

You are eating breakfast with your family.
Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt.
You have no control over what just what happened.
What happens when the next will be determined by how you react.
You curse.
You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over.
She breaks down in tears.
After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for
placing the cup too close to the edge of the table.
A short verbal battle follows.
You storm upstairs and change your shirt.
Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy
crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school.
She misses the bus.
Your spouse must leave immediately for work.
You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school.
Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit.
After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school.
Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye.
After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase.
Your day has started terribly.
As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse.
You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find
a small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter.
Why? Because of how you reacted in the morning.

Why did you have a bad day?
A) Did the coffee cause it?
B) Did your daughter cause it?
C) Did the policeman cause it?
D) Did you cause it?
The answer is D.
You had no control over what happened with the coffee.
How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.
Here is what could have and should have happened.

Coffee splashes over you.
Your daughter is about to cry.
You gently say, "It's ok honey, you just need, to be more careful next time."
Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs.
After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase,
you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus.
She turns and waves.
You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff.
Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.
Notice the difference?
Two different scenarios.
Both started the same.
Both ended different.
Why? Because of how you REACTED.

You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens.
The other 90% was determined by your reaction.
Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle.
If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge.
Let the attack roll off like water on glass.
You don't have to let the negative comment affect you!
React properly and it will not ruin your day.
A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc.

How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic?
Do you lose your temper?
Pound on the steering wheel?
A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off!
Do you curse?
Does your blood pressure skyrocket?
Do you try and bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work?
Why let the cars ruin your drive?
Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.
You are told you lost your job.
Why lose sleep and get irritated?
It will work out.
Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job.

The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day.
Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant?
She has no control over what is going on.
Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger.
Why get stressed out?
It will just make things worse.

Now you know the 90-10 principle.
Apply it and you will be amazed at the results.
You will lose nothing if you try it.
The 90-10 principle is incredible.
Very few know and apply this principle.
The result?
Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache.
There never seem to be a success in life.
Bad days follow bad days.
Terrible things seem to be constantly happening.
There is constant stress, lack of joy, and broken relationships.
Worry consumes time.
Anger breaks friendships and life seems dreary and is not enjoyed to the fullest.
Friends are lost.
Life is a bore and often seems cruel.

Does this describe you? If so, do not be discouraged.
You can be different!
Understand and apply the 90/10 principle.
It will change your life.
live well.. laugh often.. love much.. have a good life!

In The Sand - fm Love Choudhary - Indian Web

Iveenia — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 02:43:44 -0700

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert.

During some point of the journey, they had an argument and one

friend slapped the other one in the face.

The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything,

he wrote in the sand:

"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE!"

They kept on walking, until they found an oasis where they

decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck

in the mire and started drowning, but his friend saved him.

After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:

"TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE!"

The friend, who had slapped and saved his best friend, asked

him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write

on a stone, why?"

The other friend replied: "When someone hurts us, we should

write it down in sand where the winds of forgiveness can erase

it away, but when someone does something good for us, we must

engrave it in stone, where no wind can ever erase it."

LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND

AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.

Funeral - FM PRASHANT SHAH - Indian Web

Iveenia — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 14:58:06 -0700

One day all the employees of a very unusual company reached their office and all saw a big sign on the main door which said this:

"Yesterday, the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym."

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that person who hindered the growth of their colleagues and the company itself?

The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up.

Everyone thought - "Who is this person who was hindering my progress?"

One by one the intrigued employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it, they suddenly became speechless.

They all got to stand near the coffin, and all ended up shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.

There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see themselves!

There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:

There is only one person who is capable of setting limits to your growth and IT IS YOU!

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your husband or wife changes, when your company changes, when your church changes, when your location changes, when your money changes, when your status changes.

No, your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs.

Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don't be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses. Be a winner; build yourself and your reality. It's the way you face life itself that makes the difference

Scattered Papers blogged by Diwakar Sharma

Iveenia — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 02:25:59 -0700

Diwakar is fm the Indian Web - i had to share this with you:

Once upon a time an old man spread rumors that his neighbor was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proven innocent. After been released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him.

In court the old man told the Judge: 'They were just comments, didn't harm anyone.'

The judge, before passing sentence on the case, told the old man: 'Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and on the way home; throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.'

The next day, the judge told the old man: 'Before receiving the sentence, you will have to go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.'

The old man said: 'I can't do that! The wind spread them and I won't know where to find them.'

The judge then replied: 'The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it.

If you can't speak well of someone, rather don't say anything.

'Let's all be masters of our mouths, so that we won't be slaves of our words.'

be careful what you say when you are in a rage... when the words are out - you cannot take them back...

FATHER'S DAY

Iveenia — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 14:45:49 -0700

TO ALL OUR FATHERS

you stand tall for us - take care of us
you work - for the family - you support us
be there - when we need a strong shoulder to lean on
and comfort us when we are down -
we were always talking with you abt all in life
you were always with / for and around us when we
needed you - i am proud to be your daughter
and am sure - my brother is, too

DAD = he is the best cook i know (besides
my mom ) - puts me down to Earth
when i need to be "grounded" - fact-oriented -
all situations gone through - sometimes a bit pessimistic
yet always in the "real" world.
One day i will have to say good-bye to you
and i will stand tall - Dad - i promise - because i will face
you in my mind and your strength - only to have seen you
crying twice in your entire life - once when YOUR MOM died
and once on x-mas when our wonderful four legged friend and
member of our family died - our lovely lady dog...
Yes - otherwise you only put away some tears when we
watch a touching movie

You have made me love music - all classical music - you woke us up with Grieg - and his suite of Peer Gynt - the Morning Mood -

Listen to it on a Sunday Morning - it is simply magical -

etc. etc. etc. culture - i learnt fm you and mom - in a way
that i can truly appreciate it

TO ALL FATHERS - HAPPY FATHER'S DAY !!!
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KISS A DEFINITION - By MADAN SHARMA

Iveenia — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 06:32:33 -0700

this i have to share with you...

Prof .of Economics

Kiss is that thing for which the demand is aways higher than the supply.

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Prof. Of Accountancy

Kiss is a credit because it is profitable when returned.

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Prof. Of Algebra

Kiss is infinity because two divided by nothing.

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Prof. Of Geometry

Kiss is the shortest distance between two lips.

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Prof. Of Physics

Kiss is the contraction of mouth due to the expansion of the heart.

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Prof. Of Chemistry

Kiss is the reaction of the interaction between two hearts.

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Prof. Of Zoology

Kiss is the interchange of salivary bacteria.

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Prof. Of Physiology

Kiss is the juxtaposition of two orbicularisoris muscles in the state of contraction.

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Prof. Of Dentistry

Kiss is infectious and antiseptic.

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Prof. Of Philosophy

Kiss is the persecution for the child, ecstasy for the youth and homage for the old.

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Prof. Of English

Kiss is a noun that is used as a conjunction, it is more common than proper, it is spoken in the plural and it is applicable to all.

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Prof. Of Architecture

Kiss is a process which builds a solid bond between the two dynamic objects

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Prof. Of Comp.Science

What is a kiss? It seems to be an undefined variable

THE WAY TO LOOK AT "THINGS"

Iveenia — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 13:37:18 -0700

Once there was a woman who had lost all her money. She lived fm social security and hardly had anything to share with her family.
She was unhappy and frustrated not to be able to travel, buy expensive things and have comfort time for herself.

She really felt very bad and was busy pitying herself…

One day she sat there and was dreaming about a lipstick and some “facial decoration”. Finally she felt somehow locked up in her “four walls” so she decided to go for a walk. She found some wild berries which she picked and ate.
In the middle of her walk there was a shower. Some drops reached her head and her clothes – when seeking shelter under the trees many little blossoms fell on her, as well. The sun came back – with its light the little drops were shining like diamonds in all colors of the rainbow and the blossoms were like an ornamental decoration on her. When she met people they were all looking at her, smiling. Yet she only noticed their looks in a negative way, she interpreted them as “staring at her”. When arriving at home she stood in front of the mirror to find out why people had looked at her that way: she saw some stains, shriveled flowers and a mouth which had been painted red fm the berries – immediately she went into the bathroom to change her clothes and to wash off the red color on her lips. Utterly disappointed she swore to herself to always carry an umbrella and some Kleenex to be neat and tidy.

WHAT A PITY – she had not seen what others saw. True beauty “made by God & Mother Nature” succeeding to make other people smile and brighten their days. Well – you always have got two ways to look at yourself...

The ways to look at yourself / things make a difference…

HOW do you see YOURSELF?

Hair Off - by Lovely Views - Indian Web

Iveenia — Tue, 26 May 2009 07:39:56 -0700

I was really touched on reading this story. that is what he wrote he is a Cancer in the Zodiac - i am not surprised

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?' I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.

Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling,why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?Just for Dad's sake, dear.

Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'....... ....Oh sure, darling'.... 'Promise? '......... .........

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.

'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My wife put her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise'.

Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items.Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'.Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity.

I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.. ...'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile.
Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,' That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish.He is suffering from leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs.. Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of
the schoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!'

*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love..*

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. (Said the Fox - to the Little Prince - [fm Antoine de Saint Exupéry])

and still - kids see already with their hearts...

Little Sister and Mom fm My Friend Jeet, India

Iveenia — Mon, 25 May 2009 01:19:18 -0700

Whether this story is true or not - it made me yes, if you have just "a tiny little" piece of respect - do leave the car and walk or call a cab... You will understand why...

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give
this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mummy so that she can give it to my
sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while as ying this.
'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister..''

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I
told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mummy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mummy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mummy loves white roses.'

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news
paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever..

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

PLEASE DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.