“Will You Be my valentine? “...#@#$@....THRASH

...#@#$@.... (THRASH) .....this is what usually follows the above harmless comment “Will You Be my valentine”….for the inexperienced lot I will explain the simple procedure …a lot’s of bad words followed by a heavy thrash .

Valentines Day is celebrated in memory of...oh who cares …..We need one more day for celebrating our life. That’s it...we jump out after all such non sense’s. Valentine’s Day is a daily chore for one of my friends , let’s call him ‘Coffey Annan’ , for him everyday is a Valentine’s Day since there is no special day for him to propose to a girl , may it be a girl who passed by him in a flash , whom in the second glimpse he will propose …

The Valentines Day is a special occasion for guys to loosen up their pockets and for girls to fill up their bags with presents. I always wonder why it is not happening in the reverse. Little did I know till a few years back that roses which the nature gave in different colors had so different meaning.
I remember going with one of my friends on the Valentines Day to the local market to buy some fresh roses to take it to my school to “SELL” …..Really…we intended to do it so…we always came up with good business tactics and sales opportunities to make money but always ended up in losing it instead. The shop owner showed us a bunch of roses and stated a price which was rather toooooooo much for us then …but we didn’t want to loose the business opportunity so we pulled out all our resourced money which would have provided us with a biriyani in the noon interval and bought the bunch …We reached our school with the expectation of getting a lot of business for our fresh flower’s which was intended to be a lot more romantic than the plastic one’s available in the market then. We reached our class with our priced possession a bunch of Rose’s which was to fetch us a good fortune.
The student’s began flowing into the class and we were ready with our goods to be sold out in a matter of minute’s since we have researched out the number of couples and their exact pocket value and how to sell to them …yes ….we were well planned so their was not even a least hope for our business empire to collapse.

The first prey came with his girl, we approached with our priced roses and asked him to buy one , he liked the idea….it was really a fantastic one, we knew it!...we showed him the bunch …he took one and gave us the money …He was happy…his Girl was Happy and we were Happy too…then the second and third couple arrived and we sold two more… Then the fourth couple and all the rest of the guys who wanted to try their luck with our Winning Formula approached us and we had a lot of customers...We even planned of making a trip to the Market and fetching once more the same amount of flowers at noon ….”BUT”…the fourth guy gave us a cruel look when we handed over the flower to him, he literally threw it on my friends face ….and said do I look like a friend of her!(she was really cute ).....we tried to calm him down and asked him what was wrong…he said all the remaining flowers “our priced possessions “ we all either yellow or white “ and it is given only to friend and not to lover’s ….Okay what now ?...we were desperate all our good natured customers began to back out one by one ….My GOD what will we do now ?....we were desperate and trying to convince our friends at least to pass it to a girl and thus create demand for it…it didn’t work …Then we asked one of our friends a girl to act as if she is a bit Okay to a proposal made with our White Rose …Yes the first Ad that our company displayed for a price of a Cadbury’s éclairs which was priced with what we had left from our first three sales . It was really a gamble to make such a move. It was sure we lost the sales of the rest of the couple’s but we wanted to capture the rest of the guy’s …Our Advertisement instantly scored a hit...and we were back in business. We sold out all the rest of the roses we had in our school and we made not so enviable profit too……We learned Ad’s do play their part !.....so the moral of this incident is never trust a guy who proposes a girl with a White Rose !....it could also be a desperate Ad …lol.

Where there is a will theres is a way !

An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden,
but it was very hard work. His only son, who would
have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and
mentioned his situation:

Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I
won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the
garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting
too old to be digging
up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would
be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.
.............................Love, Dad



Shortly, the old man received this telegram:
"For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the
GUNS!!"
At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and
local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding
any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son
telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.


His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes,
Dad.......................... It's the best I could do
for you from here."

Moral:


NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING
DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS NOT
WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS.

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Salty Coffe !

He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after
her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of
the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but
due to being polite, she promised.


They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she
felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home... suddenly he
asked the waiter: "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it
in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he
put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: "Why you
have this hobby?"

He replied: "When I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked
playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea , just like the
taste of ! the salty coffee. Now every time I h! ave the salty coffee, I
always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so
much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that
tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched.

That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell
out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home,
has responsibility of home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about
her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice
talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all
her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.
He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty
coffee!Then the story was just like every be! autiful love story, the
princess married the prince, then they were living the happy life. And,
every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as
she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:
"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the
only lie I said to you - the salty coffee. Remember the first time we
dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I
said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never
thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you
the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I
have romised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I ! afraid of
nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a
strange bad taste.


But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I
never feel sorry for anything I do for you.Having you with me is my
biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time,
still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have
to drink the salty coffee again."

Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her: "What's
the taste of salty coffee?"

"It's sweet." She replied.

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My life ,my house

An elderly builder was ready to retire. He told his
employer-contractor of his plans to leave the
house-building business
and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying
his extended
family. He would miss the wages, but he needed to
retire. They could
get by.

The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and
asked if he
could build just one more house as a personal favor.
The builder said
yes, but his heart was not in his work. He resorted to
shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was
an
unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.

When the builder finished his work the employer came
to inspect
the house. He handed the front door key to the
builder. "This is your
house," he said, "my gift to you."

The builder was shocked! What a shame! If he had only
known he
was building his own house, he would have done it all
so differently.

So it is with us. We build our lives, a day at a time,
often putting less than our best into the building.

Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the
house we have built. If we could do it over, we'd do
it much differently. But we cannot go back. You are
the builder. Each day you hammer a nail, place a
board, or erect a wall.

"Life is a do-it-yourself project," someone has said.
Your
attitudes and the choices you make today, build the
"house" you live in tomorrow. Build wisely!

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To all my crackpot friends :-)

A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck.. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, thecracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."

The bearer said to the pot,
"Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?

That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back,you've watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house"

Moral: Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots.

But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.
Blessings to all my crackpot friends….

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Too Busy For a Friend...uh?

One day a teacher asked her students to list the names of the other
students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between
each name.
Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about
each of their classmates and write it down.
It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment,
and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.
That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a
separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about
that individual.
On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the
entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I
meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so
much." were most of the comments.
No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if
they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter..
The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with
themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.
Several years later, one of the students was killed in Viet Nam and
his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never seen
a serviceman in a military coffin before. He looked so handsome, so
mature.
The church was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him
took a last walk by the coffin. The teacher was the last one to bless the coffin.
As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up
to her. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then
he said: "Mark talked about you a lot."
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates went together to a
luncheon. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to
speak with his teacher.
"We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out
of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought
you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook
paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times.
The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she
had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about
him.
"Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can
see, Mark treasured it."
All of Mark's former classmates started to gather around. Charlie
smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top
drawer of my desk at home."
Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put his in our wedding album".
"I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary."
Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out
her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry
this with me at all times," Vicki said and without batting an eyelash, she
continued: "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Mark
and for all his friends who would never see him again.
The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life
will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.
So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special
and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Love is meant to be free.

I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were
sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with
some water and held it before me, and said this:
"You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."

This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow
it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to
close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the
first cracks it finds.

This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try
to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling
out of your hand, love will retrieve from you .

For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are
people you love, allow them to be free beings.

Give and don't expect.
Advise, but don't order.
Ask, but never demand.

It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly
practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must
sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an
unconditional caring."


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Wrong Number Sweety

It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat beside him
while he logged on the website with his registration no.
" Ma" , he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects.
I cant believe it. "

I kinda became in my excitement. My eyes became wet. I kissed him on his
forehead and smiled. Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh,
my joy knew no bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house
for interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps.

I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him the news......I was so
excited.

He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years.

I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget
the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong
calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had
now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke for an
hour that day...even without knowing each other's names.Though he kept
pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a name...Sweety. I
used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of
BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering student.

From then he used to call me very often . We almost discussed everything ....
By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had been
cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a
different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents about it?

..........all these questions ran through my mind.
I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I lied to
h im I that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me his office
number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there. I never called .......


A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent's
choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as an
obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number-friend.......

My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him-but
he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we
had a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married life...One day I
happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's
office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him. He said
he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the bottom of
the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him.

From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I ne ver gave him
mine as I felt that would put me in trouble... And till today I almost shared
everything with him including my relationship with my hubby.....today I was
so happy and I wanted to call him.

Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on the
spot" I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I
somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly
when he was alive or moved close with him....

I felt I had been a bad wife........
A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and
said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son
to go through what I did.

I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it. There was
a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong no Sweety -26538887"

God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong


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