Today’s time

Recent 3 incidents which have shaken us & made us rethink where we are moving. 
1. Man, who was owner of 12000 crores Empire, Raymond is now living in rented room on hand to mouth basis because of his Son has showed him Exit door. 
2. Billionaire Woman died in her posh Flat in Mumbai , her body became skelton in one year and Her millionaire Son was not even bothered to know about her in last 1 year. 
3. An IAS level officer suicide because he was unable to cope up stress with his family issues. 

Whatever you have in your life *TODAY*, please be happy with that.

Michael Schumacher, one of the greatest drivers of Formula 1, is forgotten and fighting for his life after a ski accident in 2013 when he sustained severe head injuries! He weighs a mere 40lbs today and is fighting for his life daily.

To think… he won 91 GP and was 7 (seven) times world champion. The speed was in his soul but on a day of relaxation in a ski resort, fate intervened and his life changed forever!

To-date, his medical bill  is around 14million Euros and his wife had to sell his properties to pay the medical expenses.

His tragedy could be a lesson in life for all of us. There is nothing permanent in this *short sojourn on earth*. Why bicker about race and religion when we all end up as skulls and skeletons without a difference!

You need money to survive but you need not be consumed by it. 

Do not be unkind to  yourself by saying you will enjoy tomorrow as tomorrow may never come.

Do not give excuses to  have a good time with God , family and friends. For in the end,  only they matter. 

All we have *today is today’s time*. Let’s do good & learn to live a *contented life*!

Start a contented day – a  Happy Day


Living in the present 

A Man opened his Wife’s closet of clothes.

It was lined with Sarees that she had worn just once, may be twice.

There were others that had been kept away unused, waiting for a special occasion.
He opened her Jewellery Box. It was neatly packed with necklaces and earrings that had not been worn for so long that he had even forgotten that she had them. There were rings and bracelets that she had cherished with care.
There were old bangles that his Mother had given to her. They too, lay packed in silken pouches all for a Special Occasion.
He moved to the crockery closet in their dining room. Rows of crystal glasses and expensive chinaware, stared at him sadly.

The silver cutlery set that he had bought her still lay in its suede jacket, waiting for a special occasion. There were so many Souvenirs around the House that stared gloomily at him.

He looked at his beloved Wife’s Picture hanging on the wall, garlanded with freshly strung Jasmine flowers.
He had performed her last rites just yesterday. She had passed away, after a prolonged and painful illness.

All the things that she had bought, with so much fervour, but never got to use, hit him like arrows. He was full of regret.

Why had she not worn those lovely Sarees?

Why had she spent her life scrimping and scraping for the tomorrow that she never woke up to?

Why had they not dined in their silver and crystal?

No one is as Special as you and your Family.

No moment or occasion is as special as NOW.

There is surely a lot of sense in saving for a rainy day, but at the same time we must learn to live in the present. Live life to the fullest and don’t worry about the next day, it’s already tomorrow in Australia!

Past is History; Future is a Mystery;

Today is a Gift from God, that is why it is called the ‘Present!’

Little things

After 11th September attack , in World Trade Centre N.Y  one company invited the remaining members of other companies who had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their available office space.

At a morning meeting, the head of security told stories of why these people were alive…… and all the stories were just the ‘L I T T L E’ things. 
As you might know, the head of the company survived that day because his *son started kindergarten*.
Another fellow was alive because it was *his turn to bring donuts*. 
One woman was late because her *alarm clock didn’t go off in time*. 
One of them *missed his bus*. 
One *spilled food* on her clothes and *had to take time to change*.
One’s *car wouldn’t start*.
One *went back to answer the telephone*.
One had a *child* that dawdled and *didn’t get ready* as soon as he should have. 
One *couldn’t get a taxi*.
*The one that struck me was the man who put on a new pair of shoes that morning, took the various means to get to work but before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot*.

He *stopped* at a drugstore *to buy a Band-Aid*.
That is why he is ALIVE today. 
*Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer a ringing telephone…*

*All the little things that annoy me.*

*I think to myself, this is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment…*
Next time

Ur morning seems to be going wrong,

The children are slow getting dressed,

U can’t seem to find the car keys,

U hit every traffic light…
*Don’t get mad or frustrated. God is at work watching over u.*
*_May God continue to bless u with all those annoying little things & may u remember their possible purpose._*
Rhonda Byrne says:  *”Look for the gifts in everything, especially when you are facing what appears to be a negative situation.*
 Everything that we attract causes us to grow, which means that ultimately everything is for our own good.”
*Live Life Always Being Thankful*…
*With An Attitude of  Gratitude*. 🙏


It is said in the texts that 80% of the fighting male population of the civilization was wiped out in the eighteen days Mahabharata war.
Sanjay, at the end of the war went to the spot where the greatest war took place; Kurukshetra.
He looked around and wondered if the war really happened, if the ground beneath him had soaked all that blood, if the great Pandavas and Krishna stood where he stood.
“You will never know the truth about that!” said an aging soft voice.
Sanjay turned around to find an Old man in saffron robes appearing out of a column of dust. 
“I know you are here to find out about the Kurukshetra war, but *you cannot know about that war till you know what the real war is about*.” the Old man said enigmatically.
“What do you mean?” 
*The Mahabharata is an Epic, a ballad, perhaps a reality, but definitely a philosophy*.
The Old man smiled luring Sanjay into more questions.
“Can you tell me what the philosophy is then?” 

Sanjay requested.
Sure, began the Old man. 
*The Pandavas are nothing but your five senses*, 





and sound…, 
and do you know what the *Kauravas* are? he asked narrowing his eyes. 
 *The Kauravas are the hundred vices that attack your senses everyday but you can fight them*… and do you know how?
Sanjay shook his head again.
“When Krishna rides your chariot!”


The Old man smiled brighter and Sanjay gasped at that gem of insight.
*Krishna is your inner voice, your soul, your guiding light and if you let your life in his hands you have nothing to worry*.
Sanjay was stupefied but came around quickly with another question.
“Then *why are Dronacharya and Bhishma fighting for the Kauravas, if they are vices*?”
The Old man nodded, sadder for the question. 
It just means that as you grow up, your perception of your elders change. *The elders who you thought were perfect in your growing up years are not all that perfect. They have faults. And one day you will have to decide if they are for your good or your bad.  Then you may also realize that you may have to fight them for the good. It is the hardest part of growing up and that is why the Geeta is important*.
Sanjay slumped down on the ground, not because he was tired but because he could understand and was struck by  the enormity of it all. 
 *What about Karna*? he whispered.
“Ah!” said the Old man. “You have saved the best for last. *Karna is the brother to your senses, he is desire, he is a part of you but stands with the vices. He feels wronged and makes excuses for being with the vices as your desire does all the time.*
 *Does your desire not give you excuses to embrace vices*?”
Sanjay nodded silently. He looked at the ground, consumed with a million thoughts, trying to put everything together and then when he looked up the Old man was gone….  disappeared in the column of dust….. leaving behind the great philosophy of Life!  

Found it quite inspirational …………..

Have a blissful day!

Indian salesman 

A young, well qualified PSU Bank Officer left the job, emigrated to Canada for better prospects and applied for a salesman’s job at Vancouver’s premier downtown department store. It was the biggest store in the world: you could get anything there.
The boss asked him, “Have you ever been a salesman before?”
“Yes sir, I was a salesman in India. I sold…






The boss liked him and said, “You can start tomorrow. Learn fast and do well.”
The first working day was long and arduous for the young man, but he got through it.
Finally 6 pm came around. The boss duly fronted up and asked, “How many sales did you make today?”
“Sir, I made ONE sale!” said the young salesman rather happily.
“Only one sale?!” shot back the boss. “No! No! You see, most of my staff make 20 or 30 sales a day.
If you want to keep this job, you’d better be doing better than just one sale.
By the way, how much was your sale worth?”
“933005 dollars ,” said the ex-banker.
“What?! How did you manage that?” asked the flabbergasted boss.
“Well,” said the salesman, “this man came in and I sold him a small fish hook, then a medium hook and finally a really large hook.
Then I sold him a good fishing rod and some fishing gear.
Then I asked him where he was going fishing and he said down the coast.
So I told him he’d be needing a boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold him that 20-foot schooner with the twin engines.
Then he said his Volkswagen wouldn’t be able to carry it, so I took him to our automotive department and sold him that new Deluxe 4X4 Blazer.
I then asked him where he’ll be staying and since he had not decided, I took him to camping department and sold him a six-sleeper camper tent.
Then he said I should throw in about $200 worth of groceries and two cases of beer.”
The boss took two steps back and asked in astonishment, “You sold all that to a guy who came in for a fish hook?!”
“No, sir,” answered the young man, “he came in to buy a headache relief tablet and I convinced him that fishing is the best remedy for headache.”
Boss: “In which bank did you work?!”
“State Bank of India, sir.”
Boss: “Please take my chair. I want to join your old organisation.” 😅

Be slow


Slow Down Culture in Sweden Vs.Hustling Culture of US.


It’s been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes 2 years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It’s a rule.

Globalize processes have caused in us (all over the world) a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to possess a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x number  of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. In the end, this always yields better results.

Put in other words:

1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo , a state in Brazil .

2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.

3. Stockholm has 500,000 people.

4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its renowned companies. Volvo supplies the NASA.

The first time I was in Sweden , one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bit cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their car to work). The first day, I didn’t say anything, either the second or third. One morning I asked, “Do you have a fixed parking space? I’ve noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot.” To which he replied, “Since we’re here early we’ll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door. Don’t you think so?” Imagine my face. (And imagine a corporate parking lot in US!) 

Nowadays, there’s a movement in Europe named Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing. Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week. Basically, the movement questions the sense of “hurry” and “craziness” generated by globalization, fuelled by the desire of “having in quantity” (life status) versus “having with quality”, “life quality” or the quality of being”.

French people, even though they work only 35 hours per week, are more productive than Americans or British. Germans have established 29 hour workweeks and have seen their productivity been driven up by 20%. This slow attitude has brought forth the US’s attention, pupils of the fast and the “do it now!”. This no-rush attitude doesn’t represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, perfection, with more attention to detail and less stress. It means reducing rejects and wastage. It means re-establishing family values, friends. This no-rush attitude doesn’t represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, perfection, with more attention to detail and less stress. Taking the “now”, present and concrete, versus the “global”, undefined and anonymous future. It means taking humans’ essential values, the simplicity of living. It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do.

It’s time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence of the human spirit.

Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment.

As John Lennon said, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”.

Congratulations for reading till the end of this message. There are many who will have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this globalized world.

Samosa vendor

The Samosa Vendor 
At Bombay…It was my regular train journey home from work.
I boarded the 18:50pm train from Church Gate. 
When the train was about to leave Marinelines, a samosa vendor with an empty basket got on and took the seat next to me.
As the compartment was sparsely occupied and my destination was still far away,

I got into a conversation with him.
Me: “Seems like you’ve sold all your samosas

Vendor (smiling): “Yes. By Almighty’s grace, full sales today.”
Me: “I really feel sorry for you people. Don’t you get tired doing this tiresome job the whole day?”
Vendor: “What to do, sir? Only by selling samosas like this every day do we get a commission of 1 rupee for each samosa

that we sell.”
Me: “Oh, is that so ? How many samosas do you sell on an average each day?”
Vendor: “On peak week days, we sell 4,000 to

5,000 samosas per day. On an average, we sell about 3,000 samosas a day.”
I was speechless…..for a few seconds.

The guy says he sells 3,000 samosas a day; at 1 rupee each,
He makes about 3,000 rupees daily, or 90,000

rupees a month.
That’s Rs. 90,000 a month. OMG.
I intensified my questioning and this time it was not for time pass.
Me: “Do you make the samosas yourself?”

Vendor: “No Sir. we gets the samosas through a samosa manufacturer and we just sell them. After selling we give him the money

And he gives us 1 rupee for each samosa that we sell.”
I was unable to speak a single word more but the vendor continued…
“But one thing…most of our earnings are spent on living expenses here at Bombay.

Only with the remaining money are we able to

take care of other business.”
Me: “Other business? What is that?”
Vendor: “It is a land business. In 2007 I bought 1.5 acres in Palghar for 10 lakh rupees and I sold it a few months back for 80 lakhs.

Now I have bought land in umroli for 40 lakh

Me: “What did you do with the remaining amount?
Vendor: “Of the remaining amount, I have set aside 20 lakhs for my daughter’s

wedding. I have deposited the other 20 lakhs in the bank, post office, mutual funds, gold and bought cash back insurance.”
Me: “How much schooling have you had?”
Vendor: “I studied up to third standard; I stopped my studies when I was in the 4th

standard. But I know how to read and write.

Sir, there are many people like yourself, who dress well, wear a tie and suit, wear shoes,

Speak English fluently and work in air-conditioned rooms.

But I don’t think you guys earn as much

As we do wearing dirty clothes and selling

At this point, what could I reply. After all, I was

talking to a True Indian Millionaire! The train chugged into Khar station.
And the samosa vendor got up from his seat.

Vendor: “Sir, this is my station…have a good

Me: “Take care.”

Welcome to the real India !!!

The questions at the back of my mind

1  Does the manufacturer pays GST ? (There are more than happy 10 samosa vendors)

2) I am fool linking my adhar card, pan card, bank account etc and payment Income Tax by way of deduction at source, buying car on loan, house on loan, bike on loan, TVs with emi, apple phone with emi. 

My education has no value against these Samosa vendor/manufacturer. 😐😶

Light for the way

A certain man had to go out to another town miles away. It was night and pitch dark, and all he had was a tiny little lantern which could, at most, light a couple of steps. Because the journey seemed so long, and the night dark, he was depressed and unsure – unsure of reaching his destination with only this tiny light. While he stood at his door utterly frustrated and helpless, an old man happened to appear and asked him why he was standing at his door with a lantern. The man replied that he really did not know what to do; Though he was all set for the journey, it appeared so long, and the night so dark, that his small lantern could not really be of much use. The old Man explained to him that it was not necessary to have a light big enough to illuminate the whole way. ‘As you proceed’ he said, ‘the light will move with you, so that the next one or two steps will always be clear. All you need to do is to hold on to this light and start walking

The Story of Mother Teresa 2

After a short course with the Medical Mission Sisters in Patna, Mother Teresa returned to Calcutta and found temporary lodging with the Little Sisters of the Poor. She started an open-air school for homeless children. Soon she was joined by voluntary helpers, and she received financial support from church organizations and the municipal authorities. On 21 December she went for the first time to the slums. On October 7, 1950, Mother Teresa received permission from the Vatican to start her own order. Vatican originally labeled the order as the Diocesan Congregation of the Calcutta Diocese, and it later came to known as the “Missionaries of Charity”. The primary task of the Missionaries of Charity was to take care of those persons who nobody was prepared to look after.

She visited families, washed the sores of some children, cared for an old man lying sick on the road and nursed a woman dying of hunger and TB. She started each day in communion with Jesus in the Eucharist and then went out, rosary in her hand, to find and serve Him in “the unwanted, the unloved, the uncared for.” After some months, she was joined, one by one, by her former students. By the early 1960s, Mother Teresa began to send her Sisters to other parts of India. The Decree of Praise granted to the Congregation by Pope Paul VI in February 1965 encouraged her to open a house in Venezuela. It was soon followed by foundations in Rome and Tanzania and, eventually, on every continent. Starting in 1980 and continuing through the 1990s, Mother Teresa opened houses in almost all of the communist countries, including the former Soviet Union, Albania and Cuba.

The physical and spiritual needs of the poor, Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity Brothers in 1963, in 1976 the contemplative branch of the Sisters, in 1979 the Contemplative Brothers, and in 1984 the Missionaries of Charity Fathers. She formed the Co-Workers of Mother Teresa and the Sick and Suffering Co-Workers, people of many faiths and nationalities with whom she shared her spirit of prayer, simplicity, sacrifice and her apostolate of humble works of love. This spirit later inspired the Lay Missionaries of Charity. In answer to the requests of many priests, in 1981 Mother Teresa also began the Corpus Christi Movement for Priests as a “little way of holiness” for those who desire to share in her charism and spirit.

She has received a number of awards and distinctions Numerous awards, beginning with the Indian Padmashri Award in 1962 and notably the Nobel Peace Prize in 1979, honoured her work, while an increasingly interested media began to follow her activities. She received both prizes and attention “for the glory of God and in the name of the poor.” These include the Pope John XXIII Peace Prize (1971), Nehru Prize for Promotion of International Peace & Understanding (1972), Balzan Prize (1978), Nobel Peace Prize (1979) and Bharat Ratna (1980).

The whole of Mother Teresa’s life and labour bore witness to the joy of loving, the greatness and dignity of every human person, the value of little things done faithfully and with love, and the surpassing worth of friendship with God. On March 13, 1997, Mother Teresa stepped down from the head of Missionaries of Charity. On 5 September Mother Teresa’s earthly life came to an end. She died on September 5, 1997, just 9 days after her 87th birthday. She was given the honour of a state funeral by the Government of India and her body was buried in the Mother House of the Missionaries of Charity. Her tomb quickly became a place of pilgrimage and prayer for people of all faiths, rich and poor alike. Mother Teresa left a testament of unshakable faith, invincible hope and extraordinary charity. Her response to Jesus’ plea, “Come be My light,” made her a Missionary of Charity, a “mother to the poor,” a symbol of compassion to the world, and a living witness to the thirsting love of God. Following Mother Teresa’s death, the Holy See began the process of beatification, the second step towards possible canonization, or sainthood.

Less than two years after her death, in view of Mother Teresa’s widespread reputation of holiness and the favours being reported, Pope John Paul II permitted the opening of her Cause of Canonization. On 20 December 2002 he approved the decrees of her heroic virtues and miracles

via The Story of Mother Teresa 2.

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