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paatadainaa mamchi kadha vijaya gaaru....

Posted by: Raj Sekhar At: 14, Oct 2003 8:14:58 PM IST

Most of us are like the circus elephants! Have you ever seen a giant elephant in an indoor arena, tied to a little wooden stake? That huge creature can pick up two thousand pounds with its trunk, yet it calmly stays tied to such a tiny stake. Why? When that elephant was just a baby, and not very strong, it was tied by a relatively heavy chain to an iron stake that could not be moved. Regardless of how hard it tried, it could not break the chain and run free. After a while, it just gave up. Later, when it is strong, it never attempts to break free. The "imprint" is permanent. "You can't! you can't!' - it screams at you!! There are millions of people who behave like this creature of the circus. They have been bound, tied and told "You'll never make it," so many times they finally call it quits. They have dreams, but the "imprinting" keeps pulling them back.

Posted by: Raj Sekhar At: 13, Oct 2003 11:12:00 PM IST

kool vijaya garu bagunnayi rendu :) i mean sneham and garvabhangamu :) --- seen here

Posted by: Mr. Seen s At: 13, Oct 2003 10:29:37 PM IST

A sage presented a prince with a set of three small dolls. The prince was not amused. "Am I a girl that you give me dolls?" he asked. "This is a gift for a future king," said the man. "If you look carefully, you'll see a hole in the ear of each doll." "So?" The sage handed him a piece of string. "Pass it through each doll," he said. Intrigued, the prince picked up the first doll and put the string into the ear. It came out from the other ear. "This is one type of person," said the man. "Whatever you tell him, comes out from the other ear. He doesn't retain anything." The prince put the string into the second doll. It came out from the mouth. "This is the second type of person," said the man. "Whatever you tell him, he tells everybody else." The prince picked up the third doll and repeated the process. The string did not reappear from anywhere else. "This is the third type of person," said the man. "Whatever you tell him is locked up within him. It never comes out." "What is the best type of person?" asked the prince. The man handed him a fourth doll, in answer. When the prince put the string into the doll, it came out from the other ear. "Do it again," said the sage. The prince repeated the process. This time the string came out from the mouth. When he put the string in a third time, it did not come out at all. "This is the best type of person," said the sage. "To be trustworthy, a man must know when not to listen, when to remain silent and when to speak out."

Posted by: Mrs. Aruna At: 13, Oct 2003 9:11:22 AM IST

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.

Posted by: Raj Sekhar At: 9, Oct 2003 12:48:20 PM IST

once ayoung boy approached a reputwed guru who was guiding people about God Realisation, and requested him to teach him too about God realisation. The guru said 'you better come tomorrow ' The boy returned next day and the guru took him to the river and asked the boy to take a dip in the river. the boy steped in to the river and took a dip and tried to get up to come out but the Guru pressed the boy's head not allowing him to come out of surface for a while. The boy became breathless and about to swoon and at that time the guru released his palm on the boy's head. the boy who lost his breath a while shouted to the guru'are you going to kill me for asking to show me god?" The guru enquired calmly "what happened? Boy: what do you mean what happened? you almost killed me. Guru:Tell me my dear,what were you thinking at that time? Boy:thinking?what do you mean? I almost thought dead and struggling to come out alive. Guru: exactly!you should have a craving to see god in the same way. Moral: we should have the craving to realise god in the sameway.

Posted by: Mr. jogarao pilla At: 8, Oct 2003 5:47:19 PM IST

chaalaabaagundi, vijaya gaaru!

Posted by: Mr. jogarao pilla At: 8, Oct 2003 5:26:55 PM IST

Too long, but touched my heart so deep... Granny's Pearls beautiful n real story ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ Maybelle was her name, but everyone affectionately called her "Granny". Granny was a bit eccentric but well loved by our community as well as family. A spry old woman, she was always on the go, never slowing down. Even as children, we had trouble keeping up with Granny. Granny loved pearls. The odd thing was, that as much as she loved them, no one was allowed to buy them for her. She would often buy herself pearls, only for them to disappear. We never understood this. How a person could lose something as valuable as pearls and not seem to worry or care that they lost them, was beyond our small minds and comprehension. On Granny's bedroom dresser was another reminder of how peculiar she was. It was a small golden handcrafted box. Cherubs were delicately carved in the fine gold. Instead of using this beautiful and valuable box for the safe keeping of her pearls, nestled in the soft purple lining were a thorn and a mustard seed. Often, she would loving and tearfully look at the contents or delicately touch the box. How we laughed at Granny. She was such a foolish old woman to keep such nonsense and worthless items in this priceless box all the while unable to keep track of the real valuables. Granny was in her seventies when she was diagnosed with cancer. How angry I was at her God for allowing such a disease to attack and ravish her body. How angry I was at her for the calmness and acceptance she had of her inevitable death. I watched as my lively grandmother became bedridden. I was sixteen the year she died. I cried for myself, for I knew that life would never be the same without her. And I was angry at her for leaving. I was angry at God for allowing her to suffer so much before He took her away. The whole town turned out for Granny's funeral. Again, I was angered. Instead of tears and mourning, I saw smiles, laughter and celebration. It seemed as if they were having a grand party instead of a funeral. Then, one by one people started coming up to the platform to speak, each carrying two small boxes with them. The first to speak was the woman who ran the shelter for abused women. As she spoke, chills began to creep up my spine. "I was married for years to a man who both mentally and physically abused me. Even though I lived in terror with him, the though of leaving also frightened me. I had two small children and no where to go. It was Granny who came to my rescue. At first, she placed in my hand this box with a thorn and mustard seed inside. You can imagine my surprise when I saw what she had given me. But, I listened to her as told me the reason. Granny explained that everyone has thorns in their lives they must be pricked by, but that with the faith of a mustard seed, any obstacle could be overcome and turned around for good, for themselves and others. It was Granny who gave me the courage to leave my abusive husband. She helped me find a place for myself and children. When I approached her about starting a shelter for other women so they would also have a place to turn to, she smiled and handed me this pearl. Although I have always treasured the pearl, my most precious treasures have been this box with the thorn and mustard seed. Many times when I have faced difficulties, I have looked at them and heard her words." Next in line was the man who ran the alcohol and drug center. He cleared his throat as he began to speak. "I met Granny under the worst possible circumstances that I could have met anyone. I was an alcoholic at the young age of eighteen when I was involved in a car accident that killed a young sixteen-year-old boy. You can imagine my emotions when his mother came up to the jail to visit me. I was prepared for the worst; anger and accusations. What I was not prepared for was the love and forgiveness that I received. She told me that she knew that her son was with God and that she would someday be reunited with him. She also gave me this box with the thorn and mustard seed with the same explanation that you all well know. When I went to court, they wanted to put me in prison for manslaughter. Granny convinced them that I needed help and not punishment. She even offered to pay for the treatment. The treatment center was the cure that I needed. Granny helped me to get the grants to go to college. After I graduated, I saved every penny that I could and a few years later took the money to Granny to repay her back. But, she refused the money. So, I used the money to get our local treatment center started. On the first day that I opened the center, Granny also gave me this box with the pearl. Do I need to tell you which is the most priceless to me?" Our local beautician spoke next. "I was fifteen, unmarried and pregnant when I met Granny. I was a frightened child about to have a child. I had already scheduled to have an abortion. I felt this was the only option that I had. Granny talked me out of having the abortion and to adopt my child out instead. She said that I carried a gift from God that would be a gift to a childless couple. And yes, like many of you, I received the box with the thorn and mustard seed. Granny was with me when I gave birth to my son and with me when I gave him to his new family. She helped put me through school so that I could become a beautician. She also gave me my box with the pearl. But the story does not end there. The family who adopted my son was a loving and Christian family and my son grew up to be a fine doctor. He has saved many lives in his years, including many of yours." Story after story was told about Granny and her gifts of thorns, mustard seeds and pearls. How ashamed I was as I thought about the countless of times I laughed over Granny losing her precious pearls but keeping the golden box. How livid I was with God for taking such a loving woman from us. Finally, our minister (church pastor) began to speak. "My parents were atheists and raised me the same way. Granny was my neighbor for many years. I often scoffed at her and her "God", yet, at the same time was amazed by and envied her faith, her serenity and the peace that she had. Many times I would visit Granny when I was troubled, just to get a taste of her peace. It took Granny a lot longer to convert me then most, but, she was patient. She kept praying for me and always had her door open. One day I was facing what I thought was a major life crisis and went to talk to Granny. That was the day that she gave me my box with the thorn and mustard seed. It was also the day I accepted Christ as my Saviour. When I opened my first church, Granny then gave me my box with the pearl". Then slowly, he opened an envelope and took out the folded paper inside. "Granny asked me to read this at her funeral. It was sealed when she gave it to me and she made me promise not to open it until today". Slowly, he began to read. "Dear Family and I say family, for we are all family in the eyes of God. Many of you have been receptionists of my boxes. Although everyone understands the meaning behind the thorns and mustard seed, today, I will explain the meaning behind your pearls. As most of you know, a pearl is a gemstone that is made by different mollusks such as oysters. But let's see how they are made. The making of a pearl is not very pretty and is painful to the mollusk. The start of a pearl is a piece of sand, rock, body of a bug or parasite that gets trapped inside the shell. Inside the mollusk is an inner layer of shell that is made of a lustrous material called "nacre," or mother of pearl. When something gets stuck in its shell, it irritates the oyster, so in defense, the oyster isolates the irritation by gradually coating it with layer after layer of nacre, making the object less dangerous and irritating to its soft tissues. As the oyster keeps adding more layers of this material, the pearl grows bigger and becomes more rounded. It is a slow process that can take up to three or more years for a mature oyster to produce a pearl large enough to become valuable. You have all had these painful irritants in your life which you have had to coat. You have had to take something painful and create a beautiful, priceless pearl. I know that many of you have wondered why I have had to endure cancer and die the death that I did. Even though I may not have an answer to that, I do know this, Yahweh (God) was with me through each painful step of my disease comforting me with His Holy Spirit. Do not cry for me, but, celebrate what has been given to me. Even though I had to endure this painful experience, today I get to collect my gemstone, I get the biggest pearl of my life - I go home to Our Father. Love Granny" Today, Granny's golden box with its thorn and mustard seed sits atop my dresser. © Kathleen Shelton Poulson I think evrybody might have understodd the meaning of thorn... here is the meaning of the masturd seed and the faith of masturd seed. "A mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all your seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and perch in its branches." "Because you have so little faith (in god). I tell you the truth, if you have faith (in god) as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." "If you have faith (in god) as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, 'Be uprooted and planted in the sea,' and it will obey you"

Posted by: Jonnalagadda Jonnalagadda At: 30, Sep 2003 11:51:35 AM IST

hahahahaha... thats the mark of panganaamaalu, Rad

Posted by: Durga Prasad At: 23, Sep 2003 6:09:53 PM IST

GOOD ONE: Once all the scientists die and go to heaven...They decide to play hide-n-seek...Unfortunately Einstein is the one who has the den...He is supposed to count upto 100...and then start searching...Everyone starts hiding except Newton...Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it right in front of Einstein...Einsteins counting......97,98,99.....100........ He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in his front...Einstein says "newtons out..newtons....out....." Newton denies and says i am not out...He claims that he is not Newton...All the scientists come out and he proves that he is not newton...how? :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: His proof: Newton says:I am standing in a square of area 1m square...That means i am Newton per meter square...Hence i am Pascal...since newton per meter square = Pascal, Pascal is OUT.

Posted by: Raj Sekhar At: 23, Sep 2003 4:15:21 PM IST

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