~*~*~HAPPINESS~*~*~

Happiness is a melody

that is only sung by two

who share the joy of friendship

just like me and you.

Happiness is a melody,

no words, no rhymes to sing ~

just the joy of friendship

it carries on its wings.

And so I send this song to you

so you will know the tune

that you have started in my heart

where friendship always blooms.

The Easy and the Difficults

Easy is to get a place is someone's address book.Difficult is to get a place in someone's Heart.

Easy is to judge the mistakes of othersDifficult is to recognize our own mistakes

Easy is to talk without thinkingDifficult is to refrain the tongue

Easy is to hurt someone who loves us.Difficult is to heal the wound...

Easy is to forgive othersDifficult is to ask for forgiveness

Easy is to set rules.Difficult is to follow them...

Easy is to dream every night.Difficult is to fight for a dream...

Easy is to show victory.Difficult is to assume defeat with dignity...

Easy is to admire a full moon.Difficult to see the other side...

Easy is to stumble with a stone.Difficult is to get up...

Easy is to enjoy life every day.Difficult to give its real value...

Easy is to pray every night.Difficult is to find God in small things...

Easy is to promise something to someone.Difficult is to fulfill that promise...

Easy is to say we love.Difficult is to show it every day...

Easy is to criticize others.Difficult is to improve oneself...

Easy is to make mistakes.Difficult is to learn from them...

Easy is to weep for a lost love.Difficult is to take care of it so not to lose it.

Easy is to think about improving.Difficult is to stop thinking it and put it into action...

Easy is to think bad of othersDifficult is to give them the benefit of the doubt...

Easy is to receiveDifficult is to give

Easy to read thisDifficult to follow

Easy is keep the friendship with wordsDifficult is to keep it with meanings.

Quotation -2 : Dec 2nd

Dont walk on road as if you rule the world,walk as if you dont care who does!!!!

  

“Life is an ice-cream.......Enjoy it before it melts 

All the Seven Colours of a Rainbow are needed together to bring the Colour of PEACE & Harmony …

  

"(T)ogether (E)veryone (A)chieves (M)ore"

When things get tough, always remember....
Faith doesn't get you around trouble, it gets you through it!!!  

"Luck might help you once, Hardwork helps always"

 

If you feel like doing work, sit down and wait until that feeling goes away!

 

"Destiny is not a matter of chance,it is a matter of choice....JJ"

..........build your own destinies.........

What makes ALL things work

Dream...........makes all things possible
Hope..............makes all things work
Love ............makes all things beautiful
Smile............makes all above work possible

U r s...
        Rishi ¨`·.·´¨) Always
`·.¸(¨`·.·´¨) Keep
(¨`·.·´¨)¸.·´ Smiling!
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Quotation -1 : Dec 1st

@"Always look at what you have left. Never look  at what you have lost"

@KEEP SMILING ENJOY LIFE…… 

@NOTHING IS ILLEGAL UNTIL YOU GET CAUGHT

@"Courage is not the absence of fear but the  Conquest of it"

@Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

@ A Ship is always safe at Shore ... But it is not that it is meant for ...

Kolkata My City

Most modern Indian cities strive to rise above ethnicity. Tell anybody

who lives in Bombay that he lives in a Maharashtrian city and (unless of

course, you are speaking to Bal Thackeray) he will take immediate

offence. We are cosmopolitan, he will say indigenously. Tell a

Delhiwalla that his   is a Punjabi city (which, in many ways, it is) and

he will respond with much self-righteous nonsense about being the

nation's capital, about the international composition of the city's

elite etc. And tell a Bangalorean that he lives in a Kannadiga city and

you'll get lots of techno-gaff about the internet revolution and about

how Bangalore is even more cosmopolitan than Bombay.

But, the only way to understand what Calcutta is about is recognize

that the city is essentially Bengali. What's more, no Bengali minds you

saying that. Rather, he is proud of the fact. Calcutta's strengths and

weaknesses mirror those of the Bengali character. It has the drawbacks:

the sudden passions, the cheerful chaos, the utter contempt for mere

commerce, the fiery response to the smallest provocation. And it has the

strengths (actually, I think of the drawbacks as strengths in their own

way). Calcutta embodies the Bengali love of culture; the triumph of

intellectualism over greed; the complete transparency of all emotions,

the disdain with which hypocrisy and insincerity are treated; the warmth

of genuine humanity; and the supremacy of emotion over all other aspects

of human existence.

That's why Calcutta is not for everyone. You want your cities clean and

green; stick to Delhi. You want your cities, rich and impersonal; go to

Bombay. You want them high-tech and full of draught beer; Bangalore's

your place. But if you want a city with a soul: come to Calcutta.

When I look back on the years I've spent in Calcutta - and I come back

so many times each year that I often feel I've never been away - I don't

remember the things that people remember about cities. When I think of

London, I think of the vast open spaces of Hyde Park. When I think of

New York,   I think of the frenzy of Times Square. When I think of

Tokyo, I think of the bright lights of Shinjiku. And when I   think of

Paris, I think of the Champs Elysee. But when I think of Calcutta, I

never think of any one place. I don't focus on the greenery of the

maidan, the beauty of the Victoria Memorial, the bustle of Burra Bazar

or the splendour of the new Howrah 'Bridge'. I think of people. Because,

finally, a city is more than bricks and mortars, street lights and

tarred roads. A city is the sum of its people. And who can ever forget -

or replicate - the people of Calcutta?

When I first came to live here, I was told that the city would grow on

me. What nobody told me was that the city would change my life. It was

in Calcutta that I learnt

about true warmth; about simple human decency; about love and

friendship; about emotions and caring; about truth and honesty. I learnt

other things too. Coming from Bombay as I did, it was a revelation to

live in a city where people judged each other on the things that really

mattered; where they recognized that being rich did not make you a

better person - in fact, it might have the opposite effect. I learnt

also that if life is about more than just money, it is about the things

that other cities ignore; about culture, about ideas, about art, and

about passion. In Bombay, a man with a relatively low income will salt

some of it away for the day when he gets a stock   market tip. In

Calcutta, a man with exactly the same income will not know the

difference between a debenture and a dividend. But he will spend his

money on the things that matter. Each morning, he will read at least two

newspapers and develop sharply etched views on the state of the world.

Each evening, there will be fresh (ideally, fresh-water or   river) fish

on his table. His children will be encouraged to learn to dance or sing.

His family will appreciate the power of poetry. And for him, religion

and culture will be in inextricably bound together.

Ah religion! Tell outsiders about the importance of Puja in Calcutta

and they'll scoff. Don't be silly, they'll say. Puja is a religious

festival. And Bengal has voted for

the CPM since 1977. How can godless Bengal be so hung up on a religions

festival? I never know how to explain them that to a Bengali, religion

consists of much more than shouting Jai Shri Ram or pulling down

somebody's mosque. It has little to do with meaningless ritual or

sinister political activity.

The essence of Puja is that all the passions of Bengal converge:

emotion, culture, the love of life, the warmth of being together, the

joy of celebration, the pride in

artistic ex-pression and yes, the cult of the goddess.

It may be about religion. But is about much more than just worship. In

which other part of India would small, not particularly well-off

localities, vie with each other to produce the best pandals? Where else

could puja pandals go beyond religion to draw inspiration from

everything else? In the years I lived in Calcutta, the pandals featured

Amitabh Bachchan, Princes Diana and even Saddam Hussain! Where else

would children cry with the sheer emotional power of Dashimi, upset that

the Goddess had left their homes? Where else would the whole city

gooseflesh when the dhakis first begin to beat their drums? Which other

Indian festival - in any part of the country - is so much about food,

about going from one roadside stall to another, following your nose as

it trails the smells of cooking?

To understand Puja, you must understand Calcutta. And to understand

Calcutta, you must understand the Bengali. It's not easy.

Certainly, you can't do it till you come and live here, till   you let

Calcutta suffuse your being, invade your bloodstream  and steal your

soul. But once you have, you'll love Calcutta forever. Wherever you go,

a bit of Calcutta will go with you. I know, because it's happened to me.

And every Puja, I am overcome by the magic of Bengal. It's a feeling

That’ll never go away.

Human Relation

Conversation... this was narrated by an IAF pilot to IIT students on

Special seminar for HUMAN RELATION.

My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact, my father had never traveled by air before, so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the same. In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Jet Airways.

The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had booked them by air. The excitement was very apparent on his face, waiting for the time of travel. Just like a school boy, he was preparing himself on that day and we all went to the airport, right from using the trolley for his luggage, the baggage check-in and asking for window seat and waiting restlessly for the security check-in to happen.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself and I, too, was overcome with joy watching him experience all these things. As they were about to go in for the security check-in, he walked up to me with tears in his eyes and thanked me. He became very emotional and it was not as if I had done something great but the fact that this meant a great deal to him. When he said thanks, I told him there was no need to thank me.

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But later, thinking about the entire incident, I looked back at my life. As a child how many dreams our parents have made come true. Without understanding the financial situation, we ask for cricket bats, dresses, toys, outings, etc. Irrespective of their affordability, they have catered to all our needs. Did we ever think about the sacrifices they had to make to accommodate many of our wishes? Did we ever say thanks for all that they have done for us? Same way, today when it comes to our children, we always think that we should put them in a good

school. Regardless of the amount of donation, we will ensure that we will have to give the child the best, theme parks, toys, etc.

But we tend to forget that our parents have sacrificed a lot for our sake to see us happy, so it is our responsibility to ensure that their dreams are realized and what they failed to see when they were young, it is our responsibility to ensure that they experience all those and their life is complete. Many times, when my parents had asked me some questions, I have actually answered back without patience. When my daughter asks me something, I have been very polite in answering. Now I realize how they would have felt at those moments. Let us realize that old age is a second childhood and just as we take care of our children, the same attention and same care need to be given to our parents and elders. Rather than my dad saying thank you to me, I would want to say sorry for making him wait so long for this small dream. I do realize how much he has sacrificed for my sake and I will do my best to give the best possible attention to all their wishes.

Just because they are old does not mean that they will have to give up everything and keep sacrificing for their grandchildren also. They have wishes, too. Take care of your parents; it’s your turn.

If you forward this mail, particularly to children- the winning Prize would be, more happier, smiling and cheerful family and people around you.

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-Compiled by Ramesh Patel

চাণক্য উবাচ

1) "Learn from the mistakes of others... you can't live long enough to make them all yourselves!!" 
- Chanakya

2)"A person should not be too honest. Straight trees are cut first and Honest people are screwed first."
- Chanakya

3)"Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous." 
Chanakya 

4)"There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth."
- Chanakya 

5)" Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions - Why am I doing it, What the results might be and Will I be successful. Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these questions, go ahead."
- Chanakya 

6)"As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."
- Chanakya 

7)"The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman." 
- Chanakya 

8)"Once you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure and don't abandon it. People who work sincerely are the happiest." 
- Chanakya 

9)"The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all direction."
- Chanakya 

10)"God is not present in idols. Your feelings are your god. The soul is your temple." 
- Chanakya 

11) "A man is great by deeds, not by birth." 
- Chanakya 

12) "Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status. Such friendships will never give you any happiness."
- Chanakya 

13) "Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years. For the next five years, scold them. By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend. Your grown up children are your best friends." 
- Chanakya 

14) "Books are as useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a blind person." 
- Chanakya 

15) "Education is the best friend. An educated person is respected everywhere. Education beats the beauty and the youth." 
-Chanakya

By: Koushik Bagchi

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DOs

Don’t ever give up
If you still want to try,
Don’t ever wipe your tears
If you still want to cry.
Don’t ever settle for an answer
If you still want to know.
Don’t ever say you don’t love him
If you can’t let him go..................♥♥♥

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My Lord , Nearer to Thy Foot Print

One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened
at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it:
"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you'd walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life,
there is only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."
The LORD replied:
"My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you."