Truth......

The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated a old man with his 20 years old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside.

        "See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful"

This behavior from a twenty years old son made the other people feel strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about this son. "This guy seems to be a krack." newly married Anup whispered to his wife.

Suddenly it started raining...... Rain drops fell on the travelers through the opened window. The Twenty years old son, filled with joy
 
"see dad, how beautiful the rain is"

Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.

Anup, "can’t you see its raining, you old man, if your son is not feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum…..and don’t disturb public henceforth"….………………………………………..                

The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied "we are on the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning, he was a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision,  these rain and nature are new to his eyes….. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused."

Morale of the story :

The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the truth, but when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even more.
 
So try to understand the problem better before taking harsh action. 
  
 

 

Heroes are a breed apart

Things That Really touched !!!

If you're "too busy" to take those few minutes right now to Read and forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships?

One day a Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in
"Kargil" war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless..

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Sanjay's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Sanjay talked about you a lot."

After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

“We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket "They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him.

"Thank you so much for doing that," Sanjay's mother said. "As you can see, Sanjay treasured it."

All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home."

Prithwiraj's wife said, " Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album."

"I have mine too," Rashmi said. "It's in my diary"

Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists"

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.