देवाचा शोध

एक छोटा मुलगा, आज त्याने काही ठरवले आहे. त्या देवाबरोबर जेवायचे आहे. तो देवाच्या शोधात निघाला. काही खाण्याच्या वस्तू आणि पाण्याच्या बाटल्या बरोबर घेऊन तो घराबाहेर पडला. खूप चालला. एका बागेत गेला. थोडी विर्शांती घेण्यासाठी एका बाकावर बसला. जवळच एक म्हातारी होती. तिच्याकडे त्याचे लक्ष गेले. तिला बहुधा तहान लागलेली होती. त्याने जवळचे पाणी तिला दिले. ती पाणी प्याली.

बाटली परत देताना ती हसली. इतके सुंदर हसणे तो प्रथमच बघत होता. त्याने तिला खाऊ दिला. ती परत तसेच हसली. ते हास्य बघण्याचे त्याला वेडच लागले. तो उठला. दिवस सरत आला होता. आता त्याला घरी परतायचे होते. तो तिथून निघाला. थोडे पुढे गेला. वळून पाहिले. ती म्हातारी गोड हसत होती. तो धावत तिच्याकडे आला. तिला मिठी मारली. तिनेही प्रेमाने त्याला कुशीत घेतले. जराशाने तो निघाला. घरी पोचला. आज तो खूपच खुश दिसत होता. आईने विचारले तसा तो म्हणाला, ‘देव कितीतरी थकला होता आई! भुकेला, तहानेलाही होता. तरी खूप गोड हसत होता.’ 

इकडे ती म्हातारीही घरी पोचली. केवढी आनंदी, केवढी तृप्त! रोजचा शीण नव्हता. एकटेपणाची बोच नव्हती. तिच्या मुलाला सारेच अनपेक्षित होते. ‘कुठे होतीस दिवसभर?’ त्याने आईला विचारले. ती दैवी तंद्रीतच होती. म्हणाली, ‘मला वाटत होते त्यापेक्षा खूप तरुण आहे देव! तरुण कसला? बालच!! न मागता मला सारे दिले. प्रेमाने मिठीही मारली!’ म्हातारीच्या देहावर वसंत ऋतू अवतरला होता. केवढा आनंद, केवढी तृप्ती, केवढे समाधान!! माझ्या मेलबॉक्समध्ये आलेली ही छोटीशी गोष्ट मी वाचली आणि दिवसभर त्या मुलाचा आणि म्हातारीचा चेहरा माझ्या डोळ्यासमोर येत राहिला. सारे अध्यात्म एक छोट्याशा गोष्टीत ठासून भरल्याचे मला जाणवले. हजार धर्मग्रंथांचे सार एका गोष्टीत साठवणार्‍या कुणा अज्ञात लेखकाचे मला खूप कौतुक वाटले. देवाला निवृत्त करायला निघालेल्या किंवा देवाला शोधायला निघालेल्या प्रत्येकानेच ही गोष्ट वाचली पाहिजे. या एका गोष्टीत सार्‍या शंकांचे समाधान सापडते.....!!!!!!!!!

What A Reply!!!!

A mechanic was removing the cylinder heads from the motor of a car when he spotted the famous heart surgeon in his shop, who was standing off to the side, waiting for the service manager to come to take a look at his car.

The mechanic shouted across the garage,"Hello Doctor!! Please come over here for a minute."
The famous surgeon, a bit surprised, walked over to the mechanic.


The mechanic straightened up, wiped his hands on a rag and asked argumentatively, "So doctor, look at this. I also open hearts, take valves out, grind 'em, put in new parts, and when I finish this will work as a new one. So how come you get the big money, when you and me is doing basically the same work? "
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The doctor leaned over and whispered to the mechanic.....
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He said: "Try to do it when the engine is running ".

The tea

This is why I don't like visiting Mukesh Ambani.

Once when visiting 'Antila', Nita Bhabhi approached and asked me ...... 

1- Question : Bhaiya, What would you like to have for a drink, fruit juice, soda, tea , hot chocolate, cappuccino, frappuccino or coffee?

Answer: Tea please, Bhabhi.

2- Question : Ceylon tea, Indian tea, herbal tea, bush tea, honey bush tea, iced tea or green tea ?

Answer : Ceylon tea please

3- Question : How would you like it? black or white?

Answer : White

4- Question : Milk or fresh cream?

Answer : With milk 

5- Question : Powdered milk or fresh milk ? 

Answer : Aah, fresh . 

6- Question : Goat's milk or cow's milk? 

Answer : cow's milk, Bhabhi .

7- Question : Freezeland cow or Afrikaner cow?

Answer: umm , think I'll just take it black

8- Question : would you like it with a sweetener, sugar or honey or without ?

Answer : with sugar

9- Question : beet sugar or cane sugar ?

Answer : cane sugar

10- Question : white, brown or yellow sugar?

Answer: Oh ya , forget about the tea , just give me a glass of water instead .

11- Question : mineral water , tap water or distilled water?

Answer : mineral water

12- Question : flavoured or non-flavoured?

Answer: I think I'll just die of thirst !

13- Question : How do you choose to die, Bhaiya? By being our Shareholder or our Authorised Dealer?

Save Money on Medicines!!!

This is to inform you that medicines are prescribed (by our Great Doctors) by brand name & not by the generics (Ingredients). Hence we end up paying more money for the same medicine.

Follow these few steps to know more & start saving on your medical bills.

1. Log on to www.medguideindia.com

2. Click on 'Drugs'

3. Click on 'Brand'

4. Type the brand name which you are using (e. g. Metocard XL (50 mg). The site will also help you with drop down menu) & Click on 'Search'

5. Click on 'Generics'. It will display the ingredients of the tablet.

6. Click on 'matched brands'

7. Don't be surprised to see that same drug is available at very low cost also. And that to by other reputed manufacturer.
e. g. Metocard XL 50 is for Rs. 62.00 & same drug by Cipla (Mepol) is available ONLY @ Rs. 7.00

SAFE-DRIVING TIPS WHEN IT IS RAINING.....

GOOD VISION IN A DOWNPOUR

How to achieve good vision while driving during a heavy downpour.

We are not sure why it is so effective; just try this method when it rains heavily.  This method was told
by a Police friend who had experienced and confirmed it.  It is useful...even driving at night.

Most of the motorists would turn on HIGH or FASTEST SPEED of the wipers during heavy downpour, yet the
visibility in front of the windshield is still bad.......

In the event you face such a situation, just put on your SUNGLASSES (any model will do), and miracles! All of a sudden,
your visibility in front of your windshield is perfectly clear, as if there is no rain...

Make sure you always have a pair of SUNGLASSES in your car. You are not only helping yourself to drive safely with good vision,but also might save your friend's life by giving him this idea..

Try it yourself and share it with your friends!!!!

Amazingly, you still see the drops on the windshield, but not the sheet of rain falling. You can see where the rain bounces off the road.  It works to eliminate the "blindness" from passing cars.

Or the "kickup" if you are following a car in the rain..

They ought to teach this little tip in driver's training.. It really does work.  This is a good warning. I wonder how many people knew about this???

Another good tip:

A 36 year old female had an accident several weeks ago. It was raining, though not excessively when her car
suddenly began to hydro-plane and literally flew through the air.  She was not seriously injured but very stunned at the
sudden occurrence! When she explained to the highway patrolman what had happened, he told her something that every driver should know - NEVER DRIVE IN THE RAIN WITH YOUR CRUISE CONTROL ON.

She thought she was being cautious by setting the cruise control and maintaining a safe consistent speed in the rain...

But the highway patrolman told her that if the cruise control is on, your car will begin to hydro-plane when
the tyres lose contact with the road, and your car will accelerate to a higher rate of speed making you take off like an aeroplane.  She told the patrolman that was exactly what had occurred. The patrolman said this warning should be listed, on the driver's seat sun-visor - NEVER USETHE CRUISE CONTROL WHEN THE ROAD IS WET OR ICY, along with the airbag warning. We tell our teenagers to set the cruise control and drive a safe speed - but we don't tell them to use the cruise control only when the road is dry.

The only person the accident victim found who knew this, (besides the patrolman), was a man who'd had a similar accident, totalled his car and sustained severe injuries. NOTE: Some vehicles (like the Toyota Sienna Limited XLE) will not allow you to set the cruise control when the windshield wipers are on

Living with the difference

M J Akbar (Byline) / 30 July 2012

That infallible icon of contemporary mores, Oprah Winfrey, seems to have suffered deep and choking revulsion at the sight of Indians eating with their hands. The very rich and extremely civilised Oprah must be eating with her feet. All of us eat with our fingers. Some of us feel the need for metal or wooden appendages to our fingers. To each his own; why get smug about this?

The cutlery-wallahs believe that spoon and fork are hallmarks of cleanliness. This logic seems a trifle dubious. At least your fingers belong to you. Cutlery does not. Do you really want to know who shoved the fork into his mouth just ahead of you in a restaurant? You don’t want to go there, so unconsciously keep such questions out of your mind.

Convention can become a barrier to the obvious. Those who do not believe in being spoon-fed simply keep their hands and fingers clean. They wash before a meal. Moreover, the Indian climate is conducive to bathing; a bath is not considered a special event, as it was in colder climes before central heating and running hot water.

History confirms that the major power of an era determines what becomes socially correct within the penumbra of its influence. Power, empirically measured by economic growth and military supremacy (the two are not entirely unconnected), is a cyclical occurrence. Egypt, India, China, Mexico, Mesopotamia, Greece, Rome, Turkey, Mongolia, Kampuchea, Russia, Britain, France, Germany, America: all have had their turn. Success sets the standards of usage and behaviour. The beard was doubtless all the rage when Darius ruled the routes; and Bernard Lewis notes, wryly, that the gentlemen of Cairo began to prepare for the Mongol onslaught after the destruction of Baghdad in the middle of the 13^th century by adopting the drooping moustache of Chengiz Khan. Mughal dress influenced court and popular wear all across southern Asia from Herat to Rangoon for an age, and the bright red Ottoman fez was a defining visual of Muslim identity up to Hollywood films of the 1950s, long after the reformer Mustafa Kemal Ataturk had abolished them in Turkey as a memento of medieval nostalgia.

The British gave us trousers for which I, at least, am deeply thankful. They are far more comfortable than the lungi or dhoti of my ancestors — although I may now be talking like a victim. The British gave their empire and its huge hinterland a dress code. The Americans gave us food. It was fast, but it was food.

This is entirely appropriate as a difference between a democracy and a plutocracy, which is what Britain was during its imperial phase. British food may or may not be described as an oxymoron, but it was designed for the stomach, not the palate. America, on the other hand, does not quite understand dressing up. It is stretching a point to call jeans, America’s contribution to clothes, haute couture. But only in the Age of America could something created for obesity, such as the McDonald’s burger, conquer the world. You can eat this burger after a stern party committee meeting in Beijing, or after a pilgrimage in Makkah, or after a holy dip in the Ganga at Allahabad. Wherever you go, McDonald’s follows you. You can, with some luck and creative positioning, avoid the American Army, but you cannot escape the American McDonald’s.

The law of capitalism is unflinching: no army can defeat a market force. Any prevailing superpower can influence style and surface behaviour, but when it tries to permeate through culture, the effort begins to congeal.

Style has a value; it can be purchased. Culture, to use a familiar line, is priceless. Culture is far deeper than modern needs, compulsions or attractions. Let me end with an example from India. We inherited English from the British empire and have turned it into the operating language of the ruling class.

We govern in English. We write our balance sheets in English. While news is available in every language, English news in print or television still earns a premium in both advertising and influence. We seem to have everything in English, but we do not have television soap

operas in English. Why? Because we still laugh and cry in Hindi, or Urdu, or Bengali or Tamil or Bhojpuri — in the tongue of the mother. We can turn for news to BBC or CNN, but Oprah Winfrey would flop on Indian television. Not because she is good or bad, but simply because she is the voice of a different culture. She thinks fingers are distasteful; we consider finger-licking a gesture of great appreciation. No one is right, and no one is wrong. We are merely different, and long live the difference!

I want to go back to the time..

When happiness means toffee & biscuits,

When victory means finishing my plate 1st,

When safety means being in my Mom's arms,

When Dad's shoulders were, the highest place on earth &

touching the roof in his strong arms means high Above The sky,

When the only things broken were my toys,

When goodbyes only meant till tomorrow,

When I loved everybody & every one loved me,

I wish I could go back…