Bhagwat Geeta

An old Farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson.
 
Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his  Bhagavat Geeta. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.
 
One day the grandson  asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagavat Geeta just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget  as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bhagavat Geeta do?"
 
The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,  "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of  water."
 
The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back   to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to  the river with the basket  to try again.
 
This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.
 
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak  out before he got back to the house.
 
The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!" 
 
"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."
 
The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old  coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.
 
"Son, that's what happens when you read the Bhagavat Geeta. You might not   understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be  changed, inside and out. That is the work of Krishna in our lives."

The Soup Story

 The Soup Story...

An old friend of Nasruddin once came visiting and brought along a big

chicken. Mullah's wife cooked the chicken and they enjoyed the feast for

dinner. The next morning, they had delicious chicken soup that Mullah's wife

prepared. The friend enjoyed his short stay with Mullah.

 

 The next day when he was leaving, Mullah returned his friend's profuse

thanks by thanking the latter for bringing the big chicken along.

 

 An hour after his friend had left Mullah heard a knock on the door. When

he opened the door, a man introduced himself and quickly entered: " I am a

friend of your friend who brought you that big chicken!"

 

 Reluctant to insult the friend of a friend, Mullah invited the man inside

and asked him to stay back for lunch. They had some lovely chicken stew for

lunch, which the man also enjoyed. Having eaten like a glutton, the man left

thanking Mullah profusely for the tasty chicken.

 

A couple of hours later, there was a knock on the door and Mullah beheld

another stranger before him. "I am the friend of your friend's friend," the

man smiled.

 

Again, not wanting to turn away the friend of a friend's friend, Mullah

invited him inside and asked him to stay back for dinner. The man accepted

hurriedly. He too feasted on some delicious chicken stew and left smacking

his lips some time later.

 

 Barely had the man left, there was another knock and another stranger at

the door! The friend-of-a-friend story all because of a chicken was now

getting Mullah's goat! "My house has been turned into an eating house!"

Mullah muttered to himself as he permitted the man to enter.

 

 The next day too there was no respite as another man entered with the same

tale: "I am a friend of the friend of the friend of the friend of the friend

who had come here with a huge chicken!"

 

 Mullah smiled weakly and asked the man to come right in and have a meal.

The man entered hurriedly, smacking his lips in anticipation of a tasty

chicken meal. A few minutes later, a bowl of soup was placed before him.

Just one sip told the man that this 'soup' was nothing but boiled water.

 

" This is nothing but boiled water!" the man protested angrily.

 

" Not at all!" Mullah smiled wickedly. " This is the soup of the soup of the

soup of the soup of the soup of the soup of the chicken!"

 

Moral of the story:

 

When people take advantage of your generosity and hospitality, do not turn

them away rudely. Instead, invite them in and serve them a lesson they will

never forget for a long time to come - just as Mullah did by serving the

soup of the soup of the soup . . .

Fifteen Things God Won't Ask

Fifteen Things God Won’t Ask 
 

·        God won’t ask which car you drive, but will ask how many people you drove who didn’t have transportation.

·        God won’t ask how big is your house, but will ask how many people you welcomed into your home.

·        God won’t ask about the fancy clothes in your wardrobe, but will ask how many of those clothes helped the needy.

·        God won’t ask about your social status, but will ask what kind of class you displayed with others.

·        God won’t ask how many material possessions you had, but will ask if they dictated your life.

·        God won’t ask what your highest salary was, but will ask if you compromised your character to obtain that salary.

·        God won’t ask how much overtime you worked, but will ask if you worked overtime for your family and loved ones.

·        God won’t ask how many promotions you received, but will ask how you promoted others.

·        God won’t ask what your job title was, but will ask if you reformed your job to the best of your ability.

·        God won’t ask what you did to help yourself, but will ask what you did to help others.

·        God won’t ask how many friends you had, but will ask how many people to whom you were a true friend.

·        God won’t ask what you did to protect your rights, but will ask what you did to protect the rights of others.

·        God won’t ask in what neighborhood you lived, but will ask how you treated your neighbors.

·        God won’t ask about the color of your skin, but will ask about the content of your character.

·        God won’t ask how many times your deeds matched your words, but will ask how many times they didn’t..        

 

Apple in the bag

A teacher teaching Maths to seven-year-old student asked him, "If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?"Within a few seconds the student replied confidently, "Four!"  

The dismayed teacher was expecting an effortless correct answer (three).  She was disappointed.  "Maybe the child did not listen properly," she thought.  She repeated, "My boy, listen carefully.  If I give you one apple and one apple and one apple, how many apples will you have?"  

The student had seen the disappointment on his teacher's face.  He calculated again on his fingers.  But within him he was also searching for the answer that will make the teacher happy.  His search for the answer was not for the correct one, but the one that will make his teacher happy.  This time hesitatingly he replied, "Four..."

The disappointment stayed on the teacher's face.  She remembered that this student liked strawberries.  She thought maybe he doesn't like apples and that is making him loose focus.  This time with an exaggerated excitement and twinkling in her eyes she asked, "If I give you one strawberry and one strawberry and one strawberry, then how many you will have?"  
Seeing the teacher happy, the boy calculated on his fingers again.  There was no pressure on him, but a little on the teacher. She wanted her new approach to succeed.  With a hesitating smile the student enquired,"Three? "

The teacher now had a victorious smile.  Her approach had succeeded.  She wanted to congratulate herself.  But one last thing remained.  Once again she asked him, "Now if I give you one apple and one apple and one more apple how many will you have?"
Promptly the student answered, "Four!"  

The teacher was aghast.  "How my boy, how?" she demanded in a little stern and irritated voice. In a voice that was low and hesitating young student replied, "Because I already have one apple in my bag."
 
When someone gives you an answer that is different from what you expect. Don't think they are wrong. There maybe an angle that you have not understood at all. You will have to listen and understand, but never listen with a predetermined notion.