A Dream
I love you deep
While express I can’t
Your nearness to me is all I want
No matter my wish
May touch you late
I have patience
So I can wait.
But the day will come
When I shall be past
Only then you would realize
With tears rolling fast
That I was one
Who loved you deep
My memories a treasure
For you to keep.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
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My Writings: My Writings: "Perspective One day a father of a wealthy family took his son on a trip to the countryside with the firm purpose of showing him how poor pe..."
My Writings
Perspective
One day a father of a wealthy family took his son on a trip to the countryside with the firm purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what could be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son,
“How was the trip?”
“It was great dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” , the father asked .
“Oh, yeah, “ said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had many.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creak that has no end. We have imported lanterns and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live in and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our goods, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks, dad for showing me how poor we are.”
Isn’t perspective a wonderful thing? Makes us wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don’t have. Appreciate every thing we have, especially our friends and relatives.
----Dinesh.
One day a father of a wealthy family took his son on a trip to the countryside with the firm purpose of showing him how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what could be considered a very poor family.
On their return from the trip, the father asked his son,
“How was the trip?”
“It was great dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” , the father asked .
“Oh, yeah, “ said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered:
“I saw that we have one dog and they had many.
We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creak that has no end. We have imported lanterns and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live in and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our goods, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks, dad for showing me how poor we are.”
Isn’t perspective a wonderful thing? Makes us wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don’t have. Appreciate every thing we have, especially our friends and relatives.
----Dinesh.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
My Writings
Greying E-mail
For those of us recovering from the demise of the hand-written letter- which has been superseded by e-mail- here is a shocker. E-mail may be dying too, as it’s no longer the preferred form of communication among younger people. Instead , they are switching to alternatives such as instant messaging, texting and social networking sites such as Facebook, Orkut or Tweeter. Some now describe e-mail as “grey mail”. Is that comeuppance, or what ?
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