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Boo!! boo!!!! boo!!!
I went to the zoo

There I saw a monkey
Just like u!!!

U r so good, as good as sona
A person that I don’t want to khona
Or else I’ll start rona
Can I have some place in Ur Dil’s Kona?

Cracked Pot

A water bearer in China had two large pots,
one hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it,
and 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 master’s house,
the cracked 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 in his master’s house.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments
perfect to the end 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 two 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 I want to apologize to you.”
Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”
“I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load
because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house.
Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work,
and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot,
and in his compassion he said,

“As we return to the master’s house,
I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.”

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path,
and this cheered it some.
But at the end of the trail,
it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load,
and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot,
“Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path,
but not on the other pot’s side?
That’s because I have always known about your flaw,
and I took advantage of it.
I planted flower seeds on your side of the path,
and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them.
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table.
Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”

Prayer before birth

I am not yet born; O hear me.
  Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
    club-footed ghoul come near me.

 I am not yet born, console me.
 I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
    with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
       on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.
 

I am not yet born; provide me
 With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
    to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
       in the back of my mind to guide me.

 I am not yet born; forgive me
 For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
    when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
       my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
          my life when they murder by means of my
             hands, my death when they live me.

 I am not yet born; rehearse me
 In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
    old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
       frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
           waves call me to folly and the desert calls
             me to doom and the beggar refuses
                my gift and my children curse me.

 I am not yet born; O hear me,
 Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
    come near me.

 I am not yet born; O fill me
 With strength against those who would freeze my
    humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
       would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
          one face, a thing, and against all those
             who would dissipate my entirety, would
                blow me like thistledown hither and
                   thither or hither and thither
                      like water held in the
                         hands would spill me.

 Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
 Otherwise kill me.

By:  Louis McNeice

Something beautiful about love …
But love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation. Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lack the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and sadness.

The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us.
And to save us.                 

Name of the Book: By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept

Written By: Paulo Coelho

A MOTHER…
When you’re a child she walks before you,
To set an example.
When you’re a teenager she walks behind you
To be there should you need her.
When you’re an adult she walks beside you
So that as two friends you can enjoy life together..

A Short Note On Earth Day…

What we do on different days like Mother’s Day or Valentine’s Day? We really celebrate it, send wishes and gifts and make it really special.  

Earth Day is not about sending wishes, or exchanging gifts  but  its a day to think and realize about your responsibilities towards mother earth.

In order to save our future, we must celebrate Earth Day every day. And if you save your earth today, then only  you can save your future.

Today earth needs special attention just think about it!!!

A Story That Touched My Heart!!
A man stopped at a florist to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.

He noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing as he got out of his car

He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.

But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”

The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.”

He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.

As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.

She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.”

She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.

The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.

Of all the rights of women, the greatest is to be a mother. Of all the days its a right day to wish all the mothers A Happy Mother’s Day!!

Hats off to all the mothers as a man’s work is from sun to sun, but a mother’s work is never done. Happy Mother’s Day!!!!