tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87726102384502233122024-02-06T19:22:20.667-08:00विप्र: एक स्मृतिनाभिषेको न संस्कारः सिंघस्य क्रियते मृगेः | विक्रमार्जीत सत्वस्य स्वमेव मृगेन्द्रता ||Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-13467370196800343152008-05-14T20:22:00.000-07:002008-12-13T05:08:09.513-08:00A Box of Kisses<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGP98V3L9LO-qotsD2jqoFXGslD4YQVAUDZ88JcdXCGX_y2rttB0LHYCYaGHrQNgp5Q8uY6XiUfOvkIAlIJSJN79QwjlbBqkSCMMThwDjxsXdJAWtoamspxTtMb9OqHRy47t98CcWQEP4/s1600-h/red_gift_box_400.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGP98V3L9LO-qotsD2jqoFXGslD4YQVAUDZ88JcdXCGX_y2rttB0LHYCYaGHrQNgp5Q8uY6XiUfOvkIAlIJSJN79QwjlbBqkSCMMThwDjxsXdJAWtoamspxTtMb9OqHRy47t98CcWQEP4/s200/red_gift_box_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200442490462006626" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old<br />daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight<br />and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put<br />under the Christmas tree.<br /><br />Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next<br />morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy." He was embarrassed by his<br />earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box<br />was empty.<br /><br />He yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give someone a<br />present, there's supposed to be something inside it?"<br /><br />The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,"Oh,<br />Daddy, it is not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you,<br />Daddy."<br /><br />The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he<br />begged for her forgiveness.<br /><br />It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and<br />whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and<br />remember the love of the child who had put it there.<br /><br />In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold<br />container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children,<br />friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone<br />could hold.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-65574321674141555212008-02-28T05:15:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:09.672-08:00Emoticons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5GmpkfIQhyhRO2QvrgmKdEQTueqVjZKDj3XHKLHZBijAhIrb5U8OuNctUYXdZ64_Mx-kz27vTDNGE-5KYDbQJvjF9Qyv48NIcZ7tdqLIpG8yaGCa6vx5TbfodaugVeFZ6dUzFCjNtqI/s1600-h/emoticons.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172020882256666642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK5GmpkfIQhyhRO2QvrgmKdEQTueqVjZKDj3XHKLHZBijAhIrb5U8OuNctUYXdZ64_Mx-kz27vTDNGE-5KYDbQJvjF9Qyv48NIcZ7tdqLIpG8yaGCa6vx5TbfodaugVeFZ6dUzFCjNtqI/s400/emoticons.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_v9BnHRYMtE_OVMbBXrlqx-qLdzld07zvYRCt5zWbw0Bau0cAErZtgDvMdLEwtcmEHHVl8sxfbicpE2CvJeyp9lm4FWO0JCLrmzTeHVqFAXhoYqd0VCWspJXYj1Ygh40Jd8KaB75kXmc/s1600-h/emoticons.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div><strong>Using gmail to chat with friends than use emoticons to express your feelings.</strong></div><br /><br /><p>To use emoticons, just choose one of these options:<br />1. Type the appropriate combination of keys and press Enter.<br />2. Click the blue smiley-face button at the right of the text-entry field. A pop-up menu appears, where you can choose from different emoticon sets, including circular, rectangular, or standard. </p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-45099719672095377462008-02-23T01:09:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:09.830-08:00Confession<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMsntdgexLVZqp_aklpHCdllkR2ddHVx-67lNjmyOIj5Ai4TE791n2ljsehgN2d3jJVrWHyd-ibhLNqGtDIfQySccmKa6-2JMQNEvsQiT_PlUQ6rt4k56pAyerOo27PV3kl8soORftko/s1600-h/baseball_kid.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170100563723919250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMsntdgexLVZqp_aklpHCdllkR2ddHVx-67lNjmyOIj5Ai4TE791n2ljsehgN2d3jJVrWHyd-ibhLNqGtDIfQySccmKa6-2JMQNEvsQiT_PlUQ6rt4k56pAyerOo27PV3kl8soORftko/s400/baseball_kid.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A woman takes a lover home during the day while her husband is at work.<br /><br />Her 9-year old son comes home unexpectedly , sees them and hides in the bedroom closet to watch.<br /><br />The woman's husband also comes home. She puts her lover in the closet , not realizing that the little boy is in there already.<br /><br />The little boy says , "Dark in here." The man says , "Yes , it is."<br />Boy - "I have a baseball."<br />Man - "That's nice."<br />Boy - "Want to buy it?"<br />Man - "No , thanks."<br />Boy - "My dad's outside."<br />Man - "OK , how much?"<br />Boy - "$150"<br />Man - "Sold."<br /><br />In the next few weeks , it happens again that the boy and the lover are in the closet together.<br /><br />Boy - "Dark in here."<br />Man - "Yes , it is."<br />Boy - "I have a Wilson infielder's glove."<br />The lover , remembering the last time , asks the boy , "How much?"<br />Boy - "$350"<br />Man - "Highway robbery. Sold."<br /><br />A few days later , the father says to the boy , "Grab your gloves , let's go outside and have a game of catch."<br /><br />The boy says , "I can't , I sold my ball and my glove."<br />The father asks , "How much did you sell them for?"<br />The boy says , "$500"<br /><br />The father says , "That's terrible to overcharge your friends like that... That is way more than those two things cost.<br /><br />I'm going to take you to church and make you confess your greed."<br />They go to the church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.<br /><br />The boy says , "Dark in here."<br />The priest says , "Don't start that shit again , you're in my closet now."</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-38602615020219845062008-02-23T01:01:00.000-08:002008-02-23T01:09:11.770-08:00Mid Life Crises ... Solved ...When I was married 25 years, I took a look at my wife one day and said,<br /><br />"Honey, 25 years ago we had a cheap apartment, a cheap car, slept on a sofa bed and watched a 10-inch black and white TV, but I got to sleep every night with a hot 25-year-old blonde.<br /><br />"Now we have a nice house, nice car, big bed and plasma screen TV, but I'm sleeping with a 50-year-old woman. It seems to me that you are not holding up your side of things."<br /><br />My wife is a very reasonable woman. <br /><br /> <br /><br />She told me to go out and find a hot 25-year-old blonde, and she would make sure that I would once again be living in a cheap apartment, driving a cheap car, sleeping on a sofa bed and watching a 10-inch black and white TV."<br /><br />Aren't older women great? They really know how to solve your mid life crisis.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-13571883581916308872008-02-21T20:54:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:10.856-08:00Haunted from the grave<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpbVHnK_NKayHUdhjm0Fup6dvY-uHUuno6aarL7xpPmMZIuDr5Xmy7v_koL_X8UO-4Dkx_7PC1ASZ0lgDijK3pQ7_cs4pLb-dir58PqGMIhb0la_Bqw8IIOYuHTpWXtEV3cAdEKdfRWeU/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169666248041013090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpbVHnK_NKayHUdhjm0Fup6dvY-uHUuno6aarL7xpPmMZIuDr5Xmy7v_koL_X8UO-4Dkx_7PC1ASZ0lgDijK3pQ7_cs4pLb-dir58PqGMIhb0la_Bqw8IIOYuHTpWXtEV3cAdEKdfRWeU/s400/ghost.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />An old man and woman were married for years even though they hated each other.<br /><br /><br />When they had a confrontation, screams and yelling could be heard deep into the night. A constant statement was heard by the neighbors who feared the man the most.<br /><br />"When I die I will dig my way up and out of the grave to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life!"<br /><br />They believed he practiced black magic and was responsible for missing cats and dogs, and strange sounds at all hours.<br /><br /><br />He was feared and enjoyed the respect it garnished.<br /><br />He died abruptly under strange circumstances and the funeral had a closed casket.<br /><br /><br />After the burial, the wife went straight to the local bar and began to party as if there was no tomorrow.<br /><br />The gaiety of her actions were becoming extreme while her neighbors approached in a group to ask these questions: Are you not afraid? Concerned? Worried? That this man who practiced black magic and stated when he died he would dig his way up and out of the grave to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life?<br /><br />The wife put down her drink and said, "Let the jerk dig. I had him buried upside down."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-9778024742928829022008-02-05T10:00:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:10.991-08:00St. Valentine's Story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju85gBLhBJKor8QhhMtehVjo2g3yzdFONVMTKH4a5dm7hZeneVnMpNkKQhMCj6PM6ki6xVvOSQCxs0frdzMy49t0dkS7DZYphovXjk2lkbVkVur3TWluKOZpfI8_pry_wGt_tRjcOx2VY/s1600-h/Valentine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163559389130893458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju85gBLhBJKor8QhhMtehVjo2g3yzdFONVMTKH4a5dm7hZeneVnMpNkKQhMCj6PM6ki6xVvOSQCxs0frdzMy49t0dkS7DZYphovXjk2lkbVkVur3TWluKOZpfI8_pry_wGt_tRjcOx2VY/s320/Valentine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Saint Valentine is said to have lived in Rome during the third century. That was a long time ago. During this time Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. Many people did not like the ruler.<br /><br />Claudius was having trouble getting men to serve in his army. He felt many men would not volunteer to join because they did not want to leave their wives and families. He thought that if men were not married, they would join the army. So Claudius passed a new law which did not allow any more marriages. Most people thought this law was cruel. Valentine, who was a minister, did not support the new law.<br /><br />Even after Emperor Claudius passed the law, he kept performing marriage ceremonies secretly. One night he was caught and thrown in jail and told he would be put to death.<br /><br />Many young people came to visit Valentine. One was the daughter of the prison guard. On the day of his death Valentine wrote a note to the daughter signed "Love from your Valentine". This was on February 14, 269 A. D.<br /><br />Some say this started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine's Day। </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-31716346484551969972008-01-29T03:36:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:11.139-08:00Duck hunting<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxFDJEbfPzvsXp_vl8esrCYvnHSuTV41EmmT_J8J45dbs-473D4jyq1aW0kzf1hKDGmJql-4yvwEvGazddnIxoUpG4wQt9sO1R8yiJpIztty8PuI43Pq763fAcNsOJ9igVboYIBtpMSo/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160863420979325058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxFDJEbfPzvsXp_vl8esrCYvnHSuTV41EmmT_J8J45dbs-473D4jyq1aW0kzf1hKDGmJql-4yvwEvGazddnIxoUpG4wQt9sO1R8yiJpIztty8PuI43Pq763fAcNsOJ9igVboYIBtpMSo/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He and a friend go duck hunting in winter, and of course all the lakes are frozen. These two guys go out on the lake with their guns, a dog, and of course the new vehicle. They drive out onto the lake ice and get ready.<br /><br />Now, they want to make some kind of a natural landing area for the ducks, something for the decoys to float on. In order to make a hole large enough to look like something a wandering duck would fly down and land on, it's going to take a little more effort than an ice hole drill. So, out of the back of the new Navigator truck comes a stick of dynamite with a short, 40-second fuse.<br /><br />Now, these two Rocket Scientists do take into consideration that they want to place the stick of dynamite on the ice at a location far from where they are standing (and from the new Navigator truck), and they don't want to take the risk of slipping on the ice when they run from the lit dynamite fuse and possibly go up in smoke with the resulting blast. They light the 40-second fuse and throw the dynamite as far away as they can.<br /><br />Remember a couple of sentences back when I mentioned the vehicle, the guns, and the dog??<br /><br />Let's talk about the dog: it's a highly trained Labrador used for RETRIEVING. Especially well trained at retrieving things thrown by the owner. You guessed it, the dog takes off at a high rate of doggy speed on the ice and captures the stick of dynamite with the burning 40-second fuse about the time it hits the ice. The two men yell, scream, wave their arms and wonder what to do now. The dog, cheered on, keeps coming.<br /><br />One of the guys grabs the shotgun and shoots the dog. The shotgun is loaded with #8 birdshot, hardly big enough to stop a Lab. The dog stops for a moment, slightly confused, but continues on. Another shot and this time the dog, still standing, becomes really confused and of course terrified, thinking these two geniuses have gone insane. The dog takes off to find cover, under the brand new Navigator truck..<br /><br />The men continue to yell as they run away. The exhaust pipe on the truck is still hot, so the dog yelps and drops the dynamite under the truck, and takes off after his master.<br /><br />Then --BOOM-- the truck is blown to bits and sinks to the bottom of the lake in a very large hole, leaving the two idiots standing there with this "I can't believe this happened" look on their faces.<br /><br />The insurance company says that sinking a vehicle in a lake by illegal use of explosives is NOT COVERED. He still had yet to make the first of those $560.00 a month payments!!!<br /><br />And you thought your day was not going well.</div><strong></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-47446873907066286982008-01-23T22:51:00.000-08:002008-01-23T22:52:51.999-08:00Play Your AgeA lady is having a bad day at the roulette tables in Vegas. She's down to her last $50. Exasperated, she exclaims, "What rotten luck I've had today! What in the world should I do now?"<br />A man standing next to her suggests, "I don't know. Why don't you play your age?"<br />He then walks away. Moments later, his attention is grabbed by a great commotion at the roulette table. Maybe she won! He rushes back to the table and pushes his way through the crowd. The lady is lying limp on the floor, with the table operator kneeling over her. The man is stunned. He asks, "What happened? Is she all right?"<br />The operator replies, "I don't know. She put all her money on 29 and 36 came up. Then she just fainted!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-55685177726957966672008-01-19T10:28:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:11.374-08:00The Big Lion and the Little Rabbit<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSQtrEzV8UqyjK5W4ZtgID3LPaA90tXLrLmPtubRfZ_JdwvTQ0It7RvZ1EeWlb2NthX8blRTR0SmQcUYnPqhCR3HvRNuGzYJwZcViDOXsa7AoQo5SQDn3_-j_Bhx2wksOgXZexL2RUyU/s1600-h/lion%2520and%2520rabbit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157256888080055106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSQtrEzV8UqyjK5W4ZtgID3LPaA90tXLrLmPtubRfZ_JdwvTQ0It7RvZ1EeWlb2NthX8blRTR0SmQcUYnPqhCR3HvRNuGzYJwZcViDOXsa7AoQo5SQDn3_-j_Bhx2wksOgXZexL2RUyU/s320/lion%2520and%2520rabbit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Once upon a time, there lived a big lion in a jungle. Every day he hunted and killed many animals to satisfy his hunger. The animals were worried that one day none of them would be left alive. They all decided to go to the lion and find a solution to this problem.<br /><br />When the lion saw all the animals approaching, he was very happy as he thought that he would not have to take the trouble to hunt. He could just kill all the animals together once and for all.<br /><br />One of the animals stopped him and pleaded that he listen to what they had to say first. He went on to explain that as the lion was king of the jungle, and all the other animals were his subjects, the lion would not be a king at all if he killed all his subjects. He would have no one left to rule over. He suggested that if the lion stayed home, one animal would surrender itself each day as food for the lion. The lion agreed to this offer on the condition that if they ever failed to send him an animal, he would go on a killing spree and finish all of them off.<br /><br />From then on, each day an animal was sent to the lion and the lion was pleased.<br /><br />One day it was the turn of a little rabbit to sacrifice his life to provide food for the lion. This little one did not want to be the lion's meal. He thought of a plan that would save his life as well as the lives of all the other animals in the jungle.<br /><br />The rabbit slowly made his way to the lion's den. The lion was pacing up and down, extremely hungry. He was furious when all he saw was a little rabbit. He wanted to kill all the animals in a rage. The rabbit timidly explained that the animals had actually sent him six rabbits, but five of them were killed and devoured by another lion.<br /><br />The lion roared in anger. He wanted to know who this other lion was who dared to steal his food. The rabbit stuttered that it was a very big lion. He had warned the other lion not to eat him as his king would be very angry and definitely come to fight him. The rabbit went on to say that that the other lion had called His Majesty an impostor and had challenged him to prove who was actually the king of the jungle. The lion was furious. He asked the rabbit to take him to the other lion as he wanted to kill him.<br /><br />The little rabbit led the lion to a well and told him that the other lion was in there. The lion peered into the well and saw his own reflection. He thought it was the other lion. He let out a huge roar which echoed back at him. He immediately jumped into the well to attack what he thought was the other lion. The lion dashed his head against the rocks and drowned.<br /><br />The jubilant little rabbit returned to other animals to spread the good news. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-20577224543125592562008-01-19T10:22:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:11.481-08:00The Monkey and the Crocodile<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnyg4BJFkRu0QTS2P_0WWe57pYpeFM66iMXDgZIOTk0vn9_OOThK6PBUQLRLAESd7psm1ldT02xHFhLbgcpt_7Ve2nkF25AfBT8XMPRpv5LIHq3R1oOctsd6aa9rqvD_up8SS0KaB9TXw/s1600-h/monkey_in_river.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157255805748296498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnyg4BJFkRu0QTS2P_0WWe57pYpeFM66iMXDgZIOTk0vn9_OOThK6PBUQLRLAESd7psm1ldT02xHFhLbgcpt_7Ve2nkF25AfBT8XMPRpv5LIHq3R1oOctsd6aa9rqvD_up8SS0KaB9TXw/s320/monkey_in_river.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Once upon a time, a clever monkey lived in a tree that bore juicy, red rose apples. He was very happy.<br /><br />One fine day, a crocodile swam up to that tree and told the monkey that he had travelled a long distance and was in search of food as he was very hungry. The kind monkey offered him a few rose apples. The crocodile enjoyed them very much and asked the monkey whether he could come again for some more fruit. The generous monkey happily agreed.<br /><br />The crocodile returned the next day. And the next. And the next one after that. Soon the two became very good friends. They discussed their lives, their friends and family, like all friends do. The crocodile told the monkey that he had a wife and that they lived on the other side of the river. So the kind monkey offered him some extra rose apples to take home to his wife. The crocodile's wife loved the rose apples and made her husband promise to get her some every day.<br /><br />Meanwhile, the friendship between the monkey and the crocodile deepened as they spent more and more time together. The crocodile's wife started getting jealous. She wanted to put an end to this friendship. So she pretended that she could not believe that her husband could be friends with a monkey. Her husband tried to convince her that he and the monkey shared a true friendship. The crocodile's wife thought to herself that if the monkey lived on a diet of rose monkeys, his flesh would be very sweet. So she asked the crocodile to invite the monkey to their house.<br /><br />The crocodile was not happy about this. He tried to make the excuse that it would be difficult to get the monkey across the river. But his wife was determined to eat the monkey's flesh. So she thought of a plan.<br /><br />One day, she pretended to be very ill and told the crocodile that the doctor said that she would only recover if she ate a monkey's heart. If her husband wanted to save her life, he must bring her his friend's heart.<br /><br />The crocodile was aghast. He was in a dilemma. On the one hand, he loved his friend. On the other, he could not possibly let his wife die. The crocodile's wife threatened him saying that if he did not get her the monkey's heart, she would surely die.<br /><br />So the crocodile went to the rose apple tree and invited the monkey to come home to meet his wife. He told the monkey that he could ride across the river on the crocodile's back. The monkey happily agreed. As they reached the middle of the river, the crocodile began to sink. The frightened monkey asked him why he was doing that. The crocodile explained that he would have to kill the monkey to save his wife's life. The clever monkey told him that he would gladly give up his heart to save the life of the crocodile's wife, but he had left his heart behind in the rose apple tree. He asked the crocodile to make haste and turn back so that the monkey could go get his heart from the apple tree.<br /><br />The silly crocodile quickly swam back to the rose apple tree. The monkey scampered up the tree to safety. He told the crocodile to tell his wicked wife that she had married the biggest fool in the world. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-70952334781938228462008-01-19T10:11:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:11.846-08:00The Crafty Crane And The Craftier Crab<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSkKQKN-1DU0URWhTO7JeMUimYSJ6rK4-l1oJOSWt7_mBEFvbOOdsaeTeg2DSBqegznmGGHK4b7KuksPtGkvoRUir-7v_7lEb-jn2lscjIReBVTLNXfZj52UzXeM6irRrmH9S8Becj_RA/s1600-h/crab.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157254225200331554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSkKQKN-1DU0URWhTO7JeMUimYSJ6rK4-l1oJOSWt7_mBEFvbOOdsaeTeg2DSBqegznmGGHK4b7KuksPtGkvoRUir-7v_7lEb-jn2lscjIReBVTLNXfZj52UzXeM6irRrmH9S8Becj_RA/s320/crab.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqasln3qHxy3c_Ttf2-OjBbeYNIlanY7GBtPJyyFcy9Fr_8m25W-siVsAaVncG3Vs2099eUswGWy0S7OXMeP7JWs1gonhBU7W4HCWqI11bKbsuz8n_RH6kD_aqop8noBBXyEWLu137BiA/s1600-h/crane.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157254074876476178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqasln3qHxy3c_Ttf2-OjBbeYNIlanY7GBtPJyyFcy9Fr_8m25W-siVsAaVncG3Vs2099eUswGWy0S7OXMeP7JWs1gonhBU7W4HCWqI11bKbsuz8n_RH6kD_aqop8noBBXyEWLu137BiA/s320/crane.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Once upon a time an old crane lived on the rim of a large lake in the middle of a jungle. Because of age, it was not able to prey on fish and other insects. Unable to suffer hunger, the crane stood on the edge of the lake and began crying pitiably. Moved at the sight, a crab passing by asked the crane:<br /><br />“Friend, what is the matter? Why are you not hunting for food today?”<br /><br />“Son, you have correctly guessed. I am feeling guilty because I have swallowed too many fish. I have decided to fast unto death and am not harming even the fish that are within my reach,” said the crane.<br /><br />“But why are you so philosophical today,” asked the crab.<br /><br />“What shall I tell you? I have heard that there will be no rains for the coming twelve years. Astrologers have forecast an evil conjunction of the planets. As a result, there won't be rains on this earth for another twelve years. All these years we have all played and lived together. I am now worried about the fate waiting for these poor fish and other creatures in the lake. They will die and I will be alone and without them.”<br /><br />“Is there no way we can save ourselves?”<br /><br />“At present, fish and other water creatures in other lakes are migrating to bigger lakes with the help of their relatives. Here, nobody seems to worry about the dark future. At this rate, there won't be any kind of fish left.”<br /><br />The crab carried this information to all the fish and other water creatures in the lake. Alarmed, all of them came to the crane and pleaded with him to show them the way to overcome this danger.<br /><br />“Why not. There is a big lake not far from here that has plenty of water throughout the year and lotuses always in bloom. That lake does not go dry even if there are no rains for twenty-four years. I can ferry all of you one by one to that lake.”<br /><br />The poor fish and other water creatures at once put all the trust in the crane and agreed to be ferried. Every day, the crane would take one of them at a time to a lonely place, smash them against a stone and eat them. He would return to the lake and repeat the trick every day.<br /><br />One day the crab asked the crane, “Uncle, you are taking everyone to the faraway lake and not me. Why don't you take me there today and save my life?”<br /><br />Tired with eating fish every day, the crane too was happy to carry the crab to the lake that did not exist. The crab was happy and mounted on the back of the crane. As the crane was flying close to the spot where he ate all the fish, the crab saw a heap of fish bones and asked the crane, “Uncle, we have come a long distance and I see no lake anywhere. Tell me, where is the lake?”<br /><br />“You are a fool to trust me. There is no lake. Nor is there water. Say your prayers now; I am going to kill you.” The crafty crab at once caught the neck of the crane in his claws and tore through it to death. Slowly, carrying the crane's neck, the crab reached the lake where all his friends, worried that the crane did not come back, asked him what made him come back.<br /><br />The crab said, “you fools, that crane was taking all of us to a lonely place where it would smash the victims against a rock and have them for lunch. I found out his mischief and saved myself by slicing his neck. From today, all of us can live happily without fear.”<br /><br />Then the crows asked the jackal how they could get rid of the cobra that was feasting on their offspring. The jackal told them to go to a big city and snatch any item of jewellery from a palace and drop it in the hollow of the tree that is the cobra's home. In search of the jewellery, the king's men would reach the tree and kill the cobra.<br /><br />The crow couple flew off to a lake where the women in the king's harem were revealing in water. Before entering water, the women left their jewellery and clothes on the waterside. The female crow skilfully dived and snatched a gold necklace and began slowly flying towards the cobra's hideout. The king's men who saw the crow fly off with the necklace followed the female crow and saw it dropping the necklace into the hollow of the tree. They ran to the tree and pulling it out killed the cobra.<br /><br />“That's why,” Damanaka told Karataka, “elders say that he who is wise is stronger than the strong. That is how a small hare killed the almighty lion.”<br /><br />“How is that?” asked Karataka.<br /><br />"That is another story,” said Damanaka. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-29281220972217117672008-01-15T23:22:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:12.034-08:00Never lie to ur Wife<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcca2SjRkbpTuvJ2UvK8650ZaJUJgN1v_suLfphKg5JExqf-Y2crO6-bUh52Ym4Gd49Lpm8c0PCWl6T3FG7RQBOuvi29bOAVRfRipMCmgxTR2rd0QSpESwYfckOPy9Xs1ToXIg_waLtI/s1600-h/Fishing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXcca2SjRkbpTuvJ2UvK8650ZaJUJgN1v_suLfphKg5JExqf-Y2crO6-bUh52Ym4Gd49Lpm8c0PCWl6T3FG7RQBOuvi29bOAVRfRipMCmgxTR2rd0QSpESwYfckOPy9Xs1ToXIg_waLtI/s320/Fishing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155975858249448162" /></a><br />A man called home to his wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss & several of his Friends.<br /><br />We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that <br />Promotion I'v been wanting, so could you please pack enough Clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box, we're Leaving From the office & I will swing by the house to pick my things up" "Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas." <br /><br />The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked.<br /><br />The following Weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good.<br /><br />The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many fish? <br /><br />He said, "Yes! Lots of Salmon, some Bluegill, and a few Swordfish. But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to Do?"<br /><br />You'll love the answer...<br /><br />The wife replied, "I did. They're in your fishing Box"......Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-40346226038592755042008-01-15T20:57:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:12.173-08:00good excuse<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpb0lagOrYuJYaULnI0BVjuFpSxNW4Hz8YE45vVk3bVemCiMqiafSX-CkLgkl4iw4LHP6kL0v06H9TbB-27QS51t1SMHrZ5p66Z998SGxrOyQTkmn7SL5sT6x6TTVR5g8tHvf0OK4C8vI/s1600-h/Police_car.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155934639448308418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpb0lagOrYuJYaULnI0BVjuFpSxNW4Hz8YE45vVk3bVemCiMqiafSX-CkLgkl4iw4LHP6kL0v06H9TbB-27QS51t1SMHrZ5p66Z998SGxrOyQTkmn7SL5sT6x6TTVR5g8tHvf0OK4C8vI/s320/Police_car.png" border="0" /></a><br />A man was driving home late one afternoon, and he was driving above the speed limit. He notices a police car with its red lights on in his rear view mirror. He thinks "I can outrun this guy," so he floors it and the race is on. The cars are racing down the highway -- 60, 70, 80, 90 miles an hour. Finally, as his speedometer passes 100, the guy figures "What the heck," and gives up. He pulls over to the curb.<br />The police officer gets out of his cruiser and approaches the car. He leans down and says "Listen mister, I've had a really lousy day, and I just want to go home. Give me a good excuse and I'll let you go." The man thought for a moment and said..."Three weeks ago, my wife ran off with a police officer. When I saw your cruiser in my rear view mirror, I thought you were that officer and you were trying to give her back to me!"<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-15996634546139299432008-01-15T19:36:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:12.340-08:00The Butterfly Story<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXMTagPfgU2tg7Re_gGNwdSe-GY152vRzah8eiwkJaD4HvQjpuzBHn8blP1dK4zv4eRhKQsyCAkn4Aqj_erC9zg6V3RvXE1_f73W0sOjBugPON5zHWaHLg6dB0gVYMnIJ5SkALvIkROc/s1600-h/Butterfly_Girl_2_by_Zindy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155918791018986130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXXMTagPfgU2tg7Re_gGNwdSe-GY152vRzah8eiwkJaD4HvQjpuzBHn8blP1dK4zv4eRhKQsyCAkn4Aqj_erC9zg6V3RvXE1_f73W0sOjBugPON5zHWaHLg6dB0gVYMnIJ5SkALvIkROc/s320/Butterfly_Girl_2_by_Zindy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfngUOUuOxYUA-bwlBDjTc4tsd1lWs6XS8T6IhKGF1m6TOeVZ-a4B67ZencWrIpgaY9z329EuvgPU_ihrkJhmxr6POoB8_je4CJlWny4LLR9AU37UjblSm1kX8ubtgwudbm0O-o-BgYAc/s1600-h/butterfly-m.jpg"></a><br /></div><br /><div align="justify">I think we are all butterflies struggling to get out of our cocoon. So, I want to share with you this uplifting story that shows that we do not struggle in vain.<br /><br />Once upon a time in a land far far away. There was a wonderful old man who loved everything. Animals, spiders, insects....<br /><br /><br />One day while walking through the woods the nice old man found a cocoon. Feeling lonely he decided to take the cocoon home to watch its beautiful transformation from<br />a funny little cocoon to a beautiful butterfly. He gently placed the cocoon on his kitchen table, and watched over it for days. Suddenly on the seventh day the cocoon started to move. It moved frantically! The old man felt sorry for the little butterfly inside the cocoon. He watched it struggle and struggle and struggle!<br /><br /><br />Finally the old man feeling so sorry for the cocooned butterfly rushed to its aide with a surgical scalpel and gently slit the cocoon so the butterfly could emerge.<br /><br />Just one slice was all it took, and the butterfly broke free from its cocoon only to wilt over in a completely motionless state.<br /><br /><br />The old man did not know what to think. Had he accidentally killed the little butterfly? No, it's still moving a little bit.! Maybe it's sick!<br /><br />Who the heck would know? He was dumbfounded, and quite perplexed! What should I do, he said. Well he felt so sorry for the little creature that he decided the best thing he could do for the butterfly was to place it gently back into its cocoon.<br /><br /><br />He did so, and placed a drop of honey on it to seal the cocoon, leaving the butterfly to nestle in its natural state.<br /><br />Well the next day he noticed that the cocoon was moving again. Wow, he said! It moved and moved and struggled and struggled. Finally the butterfly broke free<br />from its cocoon and stretched its wings out far and wide.<br /><br />Big time yawn! Its beautiful wings were filled with wonderful colors! It looked around and took off! It was flying! Its so beautiful! The old man was jumping with joy! Wow!<br /><br /><br />Go Baby, Go! And that wonderful butterfly did that just that, it flew and flew till it was almost out of the old mans sight. What a joy, he exclaimed! But then he started to think. What did I do wrong by trying to help that beautiful little butterfly out at first?<br /><br />The old man went into town. Found the library, and read every book he could on<br />butterflies and cocoons.<br /><br />Finally the answer appeared.<br />The butterfly has to struggle and struggle while inside the cocoon. That's how it gets its strength. That's just what they are designed to overcome in order to be strong and beautiful.<br /><br />Well needless to say the old man was shocked,saddened, and somewhat relieved.<br /><br />Now he knows the reason why they do what they do. It was only his perception that made it appear that the butterfly was having a hard time. Well from then on the old man knew that loving something sometimes means to pray for it and cheer it on! He realized that God was wonderful, and that sometimes appearances aren't what they seem to be. That we all are beautiful butterflies, even though we have our apparent struggles in life...<br /><br /><br />Spread your wings and prepare to fly. For you have become a butterfly. Fly abundantly into the sun If you should return to me We truly were meant to be So spread your wings and fly Butterfly...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-987022351712084172008-01-11T06:09:00.001-08:002008-01-11T06:09:53.532-08:00Almost ReadyA man pacing back and forth glanced at his watch and yelled upstairs to his wife, "Honey, are you ready yet?"<br />Shouting back, the woman replies, "For crying out loud, Ed. I've been telling you for the last half hour, I'll be ready in a minute!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-55243532522589899282008-01-10T02:12:00.000-08:002008-01-10T02:14:09.310-08:00US visaA story of a lion........ .. Pun Unintended<br />In a poor zoo of India, a lion was frustrated as he was offered not<br />more than 1 kg meat a day.The lion thought its prayers were answered when one US Zoo Manager visited the zoo and requested the zoo management to shift the lion to the US Zoo. The lion was so happy and started thinking of a central A/c environment, a goat or two every day and a US Green Card also.On its first day after arrival, the lion was offered a big bag, sealed very nicely for breakfast.<br />The lion opened it quickly but was shocked to see that it contained few bananas.Then the lion thought that may be they cared too much for him as they were worried about his stomach as he had recently shifted from India. The next day the same thing happened. On the third day again the same food bag of bananas was delivered. The lion was so furious, it stopped the delivery boy and blasted at him,'Don't you know I am the lion...king of the Jungle..., what's wrong with your management?, what nonsense is this?, why are you delivering bananas to me?' The delivery boy politely said, 'Sir, I know you are the king of the jungle but ..did you know that you have been brought here on a monkey's visa!!! Better to be a Lion in India than a Monkey elsewhere!!! !!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-37439499194032484742008-01-09T03:27:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:12.529-08:00आरती श्री गूगल महाराज<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1LQ1SQHvtZIlwnjuu6nJ_oEv8ZMxAIvXMWwGn8x4WucsLlnypAHQVdA6wu_t9fPZCkht6W6cagIU91wiVsEhDq_v0ZFjrtVkEDKL_T2hmZqsRzhvphFQd9gIb9rwORG-aFWTkuV3bO0/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153438095218227826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1LQ1SQHvtZIlwnjuu6nJ_oEv8ZMxAIvXMWwGn8x4WucsLlnypAHQVdA6wu_t9fPZCkht6W6cagIU91wiVsEhDq_v0ZFjrtVkEDKL_T2hmZqsRzhvphFQd9gIb9rwORG-aFWTkuV3bO0/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /></a> J.VandanaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-58422992892653327412008-01-05T02:14:00.000-08:002008-01-05T02:24:17.290-08:00Carrying a Child"Give me a sentence about one of the public servants we learned about today," said the teacher.<br />One small boy wrote, "The fireman came down the ladder pregnant."<br />The teacher took the boy aside to correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked.<br />"Sure," he said confidently. "It means carrying a child."<br />What's Your Name?<br />After one of the machines at work suddenly went on the fritz, our boss called the repair service and asked to speak to the manager, Ahmed.<br />"Hello, Ed speaking. How can I help you?" said the guy who answered the phone.<br />"Sorry," said my boss. "I was looking for Ahmed."<br />"This is Ahmed," came the reply. "How can I help you?"<br />"I thought you just said your name was Ed." asked my boss.<br />"It is. But whenever I say 'Ahmed,' people think I'm saying, 'I'm Ed,' so I figured it's just easier to be Ed!"<br /><br />Remember Me?<br /><br />One evening, two girlfriends and I went to a nightclub, only to find the place packed with young people. At 40, we felt old, but before we could make a dignified exit, a tall, handsome man approached us.<br />"Perhaps we were being a little hasty in leaving," I thought.<br />Then with a big smile, the man extended his hand to one of my friends and said, "Hello. Remember me? You were my third grade teacher!"<br /><br />New Year's Day<br /><br />As in many homes on New Year's Day, my wife and I faced the annual conflict of which was more important: the football games on television or the dinner itself. To keep peace, I ate dinner with the rest of the family and even lingered for some pleasant after dinner conversation before retiring to the family room to turn on the game.<br />Several minutes later, my wife came downstairs and graciously even brought a cold drink for me. She smiled, kissed me on the cheek and asked what the score was. I told her it was the end of the third quarter and that the score was still nothing to nothing.<br />"See?" she said, continuing to smile. "You didn't miss a thing!"<br /><br />Car Trouble<br /><br />A young woman sat in her stalled car, waiting for help. Finally, two men walked up to her.<br />"I'm out of gas," she purred. "Could you push me to the gas station?"<br />The men readily put their muscles to the car and rolled it several blocks. After awhile, one looked up, exhausted, to see that they had just passed a gas station.<br />"We just passed a station! How come you didn't turn in?" he yelled.<br />"Oh, I never go there," the girl shouted back. "They don't have full service."<br /><br />Pet Hamster<br /><br />After buying her kids a pet hamster, after they promised they would take care of it, mom, as usual, ended up with the responsibility.<br />One evening, exasperated, she asked them, "How many times do you think that hamster would have died if I hadn't looked after it?"<br />After a moment, her five-year-old son replied quizzically, "Uh, once?"<br /><br />Better Days<br /><br />Arriving home from work at my usual hour of 5 p.m., I discovered that it had not been one of my wife's better days. Nothing I said or did seemed to be right.<br />By 7 p.m., things had not changed, so I suggested I go outside, pretend I had just gotten home and start all over again. My wife agreed.<br />I went outside, came back in and with a big smile, announced, "Honey, I'm home!"<br />"And just where have you been?" she replied sharply. "It's after seven o'clock!"<br /><br />Christmas Cards<br /><br />Last Christmas, grandpa was feeling his age and found that shopping for Christmas gifts had become too difficult. So, he decided to send checks to everyone instead.<br />In each card, he wrote, "Buy your own present!" and mailed them early.<br />He enjoyed the usual flurry of family festivities and it was only after the holiday that he noticed he had received very few cards in return. Puzzled over this, he went into his study, intending to write a couple of his relatives and ask what had happened.<br />It was then, as he cleared off his cluttered desk, that he got his answer. Under a stack of papers, he was horrified to find the gift checks which he had forgotten to enclose with the cards.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-75773228846827334192008-01-04T09:18:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:13.469-08:00Krishna's Birth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVt-FQMz3wHK8-w1OW-wDmW0XZ2S30cnmI4GW3KkzASD8IBmisONYuAihxT_5eV4HlUki4K9VAvFQKo6QD-uJn317BgS9bePscxdXpyMhWA2AYhkxrnonneLYgvZwfKQCq2eesiffXIpI/s1600-h/vasudev.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151673348990876018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVt-FQMz3wHK8-w1OW-wDmW0XZ2S30cnmI4GW3KkzASD8IBmisONYuAihxT_5eV4HlUki4K9VAvFQKo6QD-uJn317BgS9bePscxdXpyMhWA2AYhkxrnonneLYgvZwfKQCq2eesiffXIpI/s320/vasudev.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij10NXIqJcMvSK75j6pvTQ_cTTjJcTeH2v_1ZWpPZW2a0TO8UbY6uDPgKyX2pJLFTWv9ytd1MWKRICjPk4MnlKkbEBmeFWzgGY_rJ0udwO7o4nE-nNx8QPGr93kOkcykN4sSMHvJ5lfHw/s1600-h/babyKrsnaOm.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151673164307282274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij10NXIqJcMvSK75j6pvTQ_cTTjJcTeH2v_1ZWpPZW2a0TO8UbY6uDPgKyX2pJLFTWv9ytd1MWKRICjPk4MnlKkbEBmeFWzgGY_rJ0udwO7o4nE-nNx8QPGr93kOkcykN4sSMHvJ5lfHw/s320/babyKrsnaOm.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Old King Ugrasena of Mathura had two children, Prince Kamsa and Princess Devaki. While King Ugrasena was a good king, Prince Kamsa was a ruthless tyrant. Now Princess Devaki was to wed a nobleman named Vasudeva.<br /><br /><div>Kamsa out of the love he bore for his sister decided to be the bride and groom's charioteer for the day. While Kamsa drove the chariot bearing Devaki and Vasudeva out of the wedding hall, a voice from the heavens boomed informing Kamsa that Devaki's eight child would be his slayer. </div><br /><div>Kamsa being the superstitious type would take no chances. He wanted to strike down Devaki that very moment. Vasudeva intervened, he begged Kamsa not to slay Devaki and show her some mercy. He further promised Kamsa that he would hand over any child born to them, if he would let Devaki live. Now Kamsa not wanting to have the blood of his sister on his hands agreed and instead placed them under house arrest. </div><br /><div>Every time a child was born, the guards would inform Kamsa and he would take the child and kill it. Six of Devaki and Vasudev's children met their death this way. It so happened that the seventh child was born at night, and Devaki and Vasudeva seeing the opportunity decided to try to save the child. </div><br /><div>The guards were asleep, so Vasudeva easily slid out of the palace undetected. He went to neighboring Gokul and left the child with his second wife Rohini and quickly returned to the palace (this child was named Balrama). In the morning he sent word to Kamsa that the child was still born. </div><br /><div>Kamsa was pleased, he knew the next child was prophesized to be his slayer. Not wanting to take chances with the birth of the eight child, Kamsa had Vasudeva and Devaki thrown into the dungeon chained. </div><br /><div>The eight child was born on the eight night of the month of Shravan. It was raining heavily and the skies thundered as if the Gods were trying to pay homage to the new born child. Then the miracle happened, Vasudevas chains fell off and the prison door opened by itself. Vasudeva found the guards to be asleep, so he decided that he would escape with the child and leave him at his friend Nanda's place in Gokul. </div><br /><div>Picking up the child, Vasudeva placed him in a basket. He then carried the basket on his head and made his way to Gokul. Now Gokul was on the opposite bank of the river Yamuna. Because of the thundering and the rain, the river Yamuna was in a state of turmoil. Vasudeva, wondering how he would cross the river prayed for a miracle. Then it happened!. The waters of the Yamuna parted and made way for him. Vasudeva then crossed the Yamuna and reached Gokul. </div><br /><div>On reaching Nanda's house in Gokul, Vasudeva realised that Nanda's wife Yashoda had given birth to a baby girl. While Nanda and Yashoda were asleep, he placed his child in the cradle and took Nanda's daughter instead. He presumed that since it was a baby girl, Kamsa would not kill her. He then made the journey back to Mathura and he took the baby girl with him. As soon as Vasudeva reached the dungeon, the dungeon doors closed behind him and the baby girl started to cry. Awakened by the cries, the guards rushed to tell Kamsa of the birth of the eight child. </div><br /><div>Hearing the news, Kamsa rushed to the dungeon and picked up the child and was about to dash it to the ground. Vasudeva begged Kamsa not to kill the child as it was only a girl and that a girl could do him no harm. The wicked Kamsa paid no heed and dashed the baby to the floor. As the baby was about to hit the floor, it suddenly flew up and told Kamsa that the one who was born to kill him still lives and is in Gokul. Then she disappeared.<a href="javascript:history.back()"></a> </div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-71947772705616427282008-01-04T09:08:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:13.724-08:00Krishna<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijie_nHTwQoTxogaFRSRYMJTxChf37wxTCMeoWsKZeVjkerJuiQb8CGHPopXQTTjTzmWqjm8WR3WrtrWM5t_MwEd3CAkCjqsjED0Um7vwGnL7i4bnkk69iofsvKkK8lhhEWjQshn1UqnE/s1600-h/krishna11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151671884407028034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijie_nHTwQoTxogaFRSRYMJTxChf37wxTCMeoWsKZeVjkerJuiQb8CGHPopXQTTjTzmWqjm8WR3WrtrWM5t_MwEd3CAkCjqsjED0Um7vwGnL7i4bnkk69iofsvKkK8lhhEWjQshn1UqnE/s320/krishna11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Krishna is the embodiment of love and divine joy, that destroys all pain and sin. Krishna is the protector of sacred utterances and cows. Krishna is a trickster and lover, an instigator of all forms of knowledge and born to establish the religion of love.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-50410302216766082662008-01-03T22:33:00.001-08:002008-12-13T05:08:14.017-08:00The Ass and the Grasshopper<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2p4uZbylfrS5hOKkNCxrJHvdv1rIADaE1QJRGeMHC1NYlcpE2j-9889AEhN5yicdLIAI74N9HdaoVPT_3WOReWiUMYVZYZS9Njh4ksxYGjul3EUV9ygkWrKaxpWWn465cmTo_RHgicNY/s1600-h/investigation_cartoon2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151550804983986434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2p4uZbylfrS5hOKkNCxrJHvdv1rIADaE1QJRGeMHC1NYlcpE2j-9889AEhN5yicdLIAI74N9HdaoVPT_3WOReWiUMYVZYZS9Njh4ksxYGjul3EUV9ygkWrKaxpWWn465cmTo_RHgicNY/s320/investigation_cartoon2.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbd1f9z71mnRUltJNcHEGM1VKy0pKz9mnDAGsfTpO3jm3BMG4szUVbqU11K5Z1oB8RtHEzUPcEpuJjdDxFChVO1dTeZTmXHopTaI9ZYPRZL1vaSTtymeTJ7qY_B8E1YTDa-WbGMJNO788/s1600-h/D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151550585940654322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbd1f9z71mnRUltJNcHEGM1VKy0pKz9mnDAGsfTpO3jm3BMG4szUVbqU11K5Z1oB8RtHEzUPcEpuJjdDxFChVO1dTeZTmXHopTaI9ZYPRZL1vaSTtymeTJ7qY_B8E1YTDa-WbGMJNO788/s320/D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="justify">An Ass having heard some Grasshoppers chirping, was highly enchanted; and, desiring to possess the same charms of melody, demanded what sort of food they lived on to give them such beautiful voices. They replied, "The dew." The Ass resolved that he would live only upon dew, and in a short time died of hunger. </p><p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify">Moral: Do what you are meant to do.</p><br /><br /><div align="justify"></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-16161962352115183052008-01-03T22:32:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:14.259-08:00The Bat and the Weasels<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-3MzjjJoHrS95F_MaVYuHOFdmKpZREf9SKioFGY_wDqEFX0yKwftQquRygWWahGtf0tNWv7JbfTww-Uu4fU-c4Zm7qKF8qx3CYgWnlA6TC9RzfUwINxEcvH_6-XLgQZmOCDHz4QgBD_s/s1600-h/Bat-weasel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151523325783226578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-3MzjjJoHrS95F_MaVYuHOFdmKpZREf9SKioFGY_wDqEFX0yKwftQquRygWWahGtf0tNWv7JbfTww-Uu4fU-c4Zm7qKF8qx3CYgWnlA6TC9RzfUwINxEcvH_6-XLgQZmOCDHz4QgBD_s/s320/Bat-weasel.jpg" border="0" /></a>A BAT who fell upon the ground and was caught by a Weasel pleaded to be spared his life. The Weasel refused, saying that he was by nature the enemy of all birds. The Bat assured him that he was not a bird, but a mouse, and thus was set free. Shortly afterwards the Bat again fell to the ground and was caught by another Weasel, whom he likewise entreated not to eat him. The Weasel said that he had a special hostility to mice. The Bat assured him that he was not a mouse, but a bat, and thus a second time escaped.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br />It is wise to turn circumstances to good account. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-16858169515029799632008-01-03T22:30:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:14.483-08:00The Wolf and the Lamb<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xMARXzNarVywwGhHPijzAuK-7zoA9nTDIEOyzzJZMRvLOrADkCmnBhPXgKGJzesg8MnSH_zUjuYloYuvU_XlCGOBKR1yiuCzO6Djm-XLyRiUwRBP9UUmAwYGSsg92M0khe7kS8vwhLM/s1600-h/wolf_and_lamb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151546196484077794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xMARXzNarVywwGhHPijzAuK-7zoA9nTDIEOyzzJZMRvLOrADkCmnBhPXgKGJzesg8MnSH_zUjuYloYuvU_XlCGOBKR1yiuCzO6Djm-XLyRiUwRBP9UUmAwYGSsg92M0khe7kS8vwhLM/s320/wolf_and_lamb.jpg" border="0" /></a>WOLF, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb the Wolf's right to eat him. He thus addressed him: "Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born." Then said the Wolf, "You feed in my pasture." "No, good sir," replied the Lamb, "I have not yet tasted grass." Again said the Wolf, "You drink of my well." "No," exclaimed the Lamb, "I never yet drank water, for as yet my mother's milk is both food and drink to me." Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying, "Well! I won't remain supperless, even though you refute every one of my imputations." </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-69075473308964761682008-01-03T22:27:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:14.673-08:00The Great - Hearted Monkey<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_h39xDKpB0gjTiOTet6CPhZ4pbBhsycGV5e001tbobyYWbnpdIgDxKTRKu4GB9LkSenLcFylVGx2ByeYaUs26EEqHgJ-8GL9O91ikQ2ZuMbmWV-I8WTSj7JgCR4_OPUkNX4zccFQ0bM/s1600-h/monkey%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151511540392966338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_h39xDKpB0gjTiOTet6CPhZ4pbBhsycGV5e001tbobyYWbnpdIgDxKTRKu4GB9LkSenLcFylVGx2ByeYaUs26EEqHgJ-8GL9O91ikQ2ZuMbmWV-I8WTSj7JgCR4_OPUkNX4zccFQ0bM/s320/monkey%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>In a forest glade, by the side of River Ganges, high on the mountains there lived about eighty thousand monkeys along with their giant monkey king. And by the side of the clear gushing water stood a tall shady tree bearing big beautiful juicy golden fruits commonly called mangoes. </div><div align="justify"><br />All the monkeys just loved these mangoes and ate them off almost as soon as they had ripened. Which was a very good thing as their wise giant king had warned them not to let a single juicy fruit fall into the river. Because if the current carried even one of these fruits down the river to the land where the men lived, they would surely come in search of this delicious fruit and destroy the peace in the land of the monkeys. </div><div align="justify"><br />It so happened that a branch of this tree hung low over the river and a mango that was hidden behind an ant's nest ripened and fell off without anyone's knowledge. It was taken down south by the rapid flow of the river and reached the city of Benaras. </div><div align="justify"><br />One fine morning when King Brahmadutta of Benaras was bathing in the river between two nets, a couple of fishermen found a bright golden fruit caught in the mesh of the net. Very excited they took it to show the King. The King examined the fruit carefully and asked where it had come from and what it was called. The fishermen did not know much about it but guessed that it must have flowed down the river from the valleys of the far-flung Himalayas.<br />He then asked them to cut the mango and tasted a slice. It was simply delicious. He shared the rest of it with his ministers and Queen who loved its divine flavour. </div><div align="justify"><br />A few days passed, but the King could not get this exotic fruit out of his mind. He could not work; rest or sleep for want of some more. Finally he could bear it no longer and set sail in search of it. He organised a fleet of rafts and sailed up the river accompanied by his men and a few fishermen. </div><div align="justify"><br />Many days and many nights went by and they passed many valleys until they finally came to the one where the mango tree stood. Mission accomplished, the King was delighted and began enjoying the mangoes to his heart's content. Finally, that night, the King lay down to sleep under the mango tree while his faithful soldiers stood guard. Fires were lit on either side for protection against wild animals. </div><div align="justify"><br />In the middle of the night when the guards had dozed off to sleep, the monkeys came and finished off all the mangoes that were left on the tree. The King awoke with all the noise and ordered his guards to shoot at the monkeys so that they could feast on monkey flesh along with the mangoes. </div><div align="justify"><br />On hearing this, the monkeys trembled with fear and escaped to inform their King. They told him what had happened and he promised to save them. But for that he had to come up with a plan. </div><div align="justify"><br />So he climbed up the tree and swung across the river with the help of a branch. He found a bamboo shoot which he measured and cut carefully, and then tied one end of it around his waist. The other end he tied around a tree trunk. He had decided to leap back to the mango tree and help the rest of the monkeys across over the bridge that he had made with the help of the bamboo shoot. </div><div align="justify"><br />But alas... he had not taken into account the portion that he had tied around his waist. So when the monkey king sprang back into the mango grove he was just able to cling to a branch of the mango tree. He quickly summoned his monkeys to climb over his back and onto the reed in order to escape to the other side. In this way, eighty thousand monkeys climbed over his back one by one and made it to safety. </div><div align="justify"><br />But unfortunately there was one evil monkey who hated his leader and wanted to destroy him. His name was Devadutta. This mean monkey purposely jumped hard over his poor king's back and broke it, while he himself escaped to the other bank.<br />King Brahmadutta, who had been awake for awhile, had observed this whole episode. He felt extremely sorry for the monkey king and asked his men to help lower him to the ground. He then had him gently bathed and wrapped in a soft yellow cloth and asked him why he had sacrificed himself for his tribe. The great monkey answered that as he was their guide and chief, they were his children and it was his sacred duty to protect them. He had absolutely no regrets as he had ensured their safety. He also went on to say that the King should always be mindful of his subjects' welfare even at the cost of his own. Saying this the monkey king died at peace with himself. </div><div align="justify"><br />King Brahmadutta had learnt a great deal that day. He ordered his men to organise a funeral fit for a King. He then built a shrine in the monkey king's memory where he offered flowers and lit candles and incense. </div><div align="justify"><br />On returning to Benaras, he built another shrine there and asked his people to pay homage to this great soul. He always remembered the last words of the monkey king and ruled his subjects with wisdom and compassion. The people in his kingdom were eternally grateful to the great-hearted monkey.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8772610238450223312.post-72095220264916571322008-01-03T22:10:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:08:14.885-08:00The Golden Goose<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmQoj3pvbw4Yg4IfWm9VxlvXieaXXUzzsgckTcQGnp_uhaH_1ftHKx8yS_OlzT6cYrmWcRZdoclhi2iFD0pNkIJAVcU_OE10ekE20HV9ayVb9-5vBv_WCQMGfmqQs7Os6p3Wwhmrb3pw/s1600-h/Goose.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151509538938206386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmQoj3pvbw4Yg4IfWm9VxlvXieaXXUzzsgckTcQGnp_uhaH_1ftHKx8yS_OlzT6cYrmWcRZdoclhi2iFD0pNkIJAVcU_OE10ekE20HV9ayVb9-5vBv_WCQMGfmqQs7Os6p3Wwhmrb3pw/s320/Goose.jpg" border="0" /></a>Once upon a time there lived a queen in the city of Benaras. Her name was Khema and she was the wife of King Bahuputtaka, which means 'father of many sons'. One night, the Queen had a dream of a beautiful golden goose that spoke with great wisdom, almost as if he was a sage. She told her husband that she desperately wanted to see a bird just like the one that she had seen in her dream.<br />So the King asked his ministers to find out all that they could about a bird such as this. He was told that such a bird did exist but was extremely rare and difficult to find. They advised him to build a beautiful lake on the outskirts of Benaras so that he may attract such rare and lovely creatures to reside there. In this way the queen might have her wish. </div><div align="justify"><br />Towards the north, on Mount Cittakuta, there lived about ninety thousand wild geese headed by a beautiful golden goose called King Dhatarattha. He got to hear of this exquisite lake that was surrounded by flowers and trees and had lovely water lilies and lotuses floating on the surface. The king had named this lake after his wife Khema and had invited all the birds to come and live on it, promising that none of them would ever be harmed. Corn was scattered on a daily basis in order to attract the birds. </div><div align="justify"><br />So a couple of geese went up to their King and told him that they were quite tired of living up on the mountains and would like to see this wonderful lake where they had been promised food and protection. The king agreed to their request and took the whole flock down south towards Benaras. </div><div align="justify"><br />Meanwhile, at the lake the King had placed hunters all around in order to capture any golden goose that happened to pass by. So the next morning when the headhunter saw this flock of geese approaching he was very excited to see their golden leader. He immediately went about setting up a snare amongst the water lilies and lotuses, as he knew that the leader would definitely be the first to alight. </div><div align="justify"><br />The whole flock came flying down in one mighty swoop and as expected it was the King's foot that touched the water first. He was ensnared and could not escape. Seeing this the other geese flew into a panic and honked in distress. But none had the courage to try to free their king and so flew back to Mount Cittacuta for safety. All except one. He was the chief captain, Sumukha.<br />His King entreated him to fly to safety too, as he would surely be captured if he stayed by his side. But Sumukha replied that he would never desert his master in the face of danger and would either try to save him or die by his side. </div><div align="justify"><br />At this point the head huntsman approached and as Sumukha saw him he decided to appeal to his compassion. The hunter asked the King how come he had not noticed the trap that was set. The golden goose replied that when one's time was up it was no use to struggle against what was fated and one must just accept it. The huntsman was very impressed with his grace and wisdom. He then turned to Sumukha and asked why he had not fled with the other birds even though he was free to do so. Sumukha answered that this was his King, best friend and master and that he could never desert him even at the cost of his own life. </div><div align="justify"><br />Hearing this the hunter realised that these were a couple of rare birds of great nobility. And were he to harm them, the gods would certainly punish him. Besides, he did not much care for his own King's reward and decided to do the right thing and set them free. He told Sumukha that as he was ready to die for his King he would set them both free to fly wherever they may.<br />He then set loose the foot of the golden goose and washed the wound clean. And when he made an attempt to fix the dislocated muscle "lo behold".. the foot was miraculously whole again as if it had never been hurt. Sumukha greatly blessed the hunter for his act of compassion and his King asked whether he had set the trap for himself or at someone else's command. The hunter answered that he had done it on the orders of his own King. He then went on to narrate to them the whole story about the queen's dream and her wish to see this rare golden goose.<br />On hearing this, the golden goose decided to go and meet the monarch, as he knew that the hunter would receive his reward. He had also heard about the wisdom and goodness of King Bahuputakka and thought that if he appeared out of his own free will, the monarch might allow him and his flock to come visit the lake. He therefore asked the hunter to take him to his King. The hunter advised him against it because he was worried that his monarch might imprison these two lovely creatures. </div><div align="justify"><br />But the golden goose explained that just as they had been able to soften a hunter's heart it should not be too difficult to do the same to a great and noble King. He asked him to do his duty and leave the rest to him. </div><div align="justify"><br />So the hunter set out to go to the palace accompanied by these two noble, gorgeous creatures. Needless to say that the King and Queen were absolutely delighted to see these two beautiful birds. The King set them on a golden perch and fed them himself, with honey, grain and sweetened milk. Then he spent the whole night discussing kingship and all its duties with this King of Geese. The golden goose did his best to offer good advice and encouragement in accordance with his wisdom. </div><div align="justify"><br />In the morning he thanked the King and Queen for their hospitality and friendship and flew back to his flock accompanied by his faithful friend and chief captain Sumukha.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0