Truth is above all...

Yes frenz truth really is.This is somethin that is always right.Something that kills assumptions and manipulations.Feelings might be overwhelming but the truth rules.
Here is a beautiful story to go with it...

When George Washington was about six years old, he was made the wealthy master of a hatchet of which, like most little boys, he was extremely fond. He went about chopping everything that came his way.One day, as he wandered about the garden amusing himself by hacking his mother's pea- sticks, he found a beautiful, young English cherry tree, of which his father was most proud. He tried the edge of his hatchet on the trunk of the tree and barked it so that it died.Some time after this, his father discovered what had happened to his favorite tree. He came into the house in great anger, and demanded to know who the mischievous person was who had cut away the bark. Nobody could tell him anything about it.Just then George, with his little hatchet, came into the room."George," said his father, "do you know who has killed my beautiful little cherry tree yonder in the garden? I would not have taken five guineas for it!"This was a hard question to answer, and for a moment George was staggered by it, but quickly recovering himself he cried: --"I cannot tell a lie, father, you know I cannot tell a lie! I did cut it with my little hatchet."The anger died out of his father's face, and taking the boy tenderly in his arms, he said: --"My son, that you should not be afraid to tell the truth is more to me than a thousand trees! yes, though they were blossomed with silver and had leaves of the purest gold!"

Awaken the child within part 2

Dear Friends
This is in continuation to my earlier post hence part 2. Let us now on his new years' eve that we will try to call back the child that we send away.The story below will demonstrate this better.

A box of kisses...
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don't you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They're all for you, Daddy."The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.

Wrong Number

Read the romantic story below.........beautiful one!!!!!!!!!!!

It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat
beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no.
"Ma", he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4
subjects. I cant believe it. "
I kinda became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet.
I kissed him on his forehead and smiled.

Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no
bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for
interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps.


I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him the news......I
was so excited.
He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years.

I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot
forget the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many
wrong calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for
he had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We
spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names.Though
he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a
name...Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I
was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering
student.

From then he used to call me very often . We almost discussed
everything ..

By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had
been cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he
was of a different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents
about it?
........all these questions ran through my mind.

I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I
liedto him I that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me
his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there.
I never called ..............

A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my
parent's choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as
an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number-
friend.......

My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with
him-but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2
years we had a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married
life...One day I happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke
with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him
though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him.

From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I never gave
him mine as I felt that would put me in trouble...
And till today I almost shared everything with him including my
relationship with my hubby.....today I was so happy and I wanted to
call him.


Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on
the spot"


I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I
somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly
when he was alive or moved close with him....
I felt I had been a bad wife........


A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl
and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want
my son to go through what I did.


I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it.
There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong No Sweety
-26579785"


Moral: God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong!!!

I am back

Dear Friends
Sorry for my late arrival. Actually I got too busy with my new job.Moreover I was not ina mood to write, but I am back and back with a bang. I will now be updating my blog regularly.Do give your comments.
I am beginning a section with the collection of my favorite stories.Here goes the story:

It was a busy morning, approximately 08:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in his 80's arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking repeatedly at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On examination, it was well-healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his stitches and redressed his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had an important appointment that morning, as he seemed to be in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no; that he only needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while already and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.

As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was; that she had not recognized him for five years now. I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?"

He smiled as he patted my hand and said: "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back my tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought: "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be...