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6.But today she's weeping.......

She never bothered listening to what they said....she never had more than few hours a day to spend with them, even in her holidays.....She didn't have any patience, time, interest to care of her parents or heed what they told for her own good.....And she's not the only one, at least more than 50% of the teenagers / adolescents from the middle and above class families of the city are like her

When her father admonished her, very gently, saying it was not good to come home late at night; she had replied " YOu are being over - protective" and slammed the door
When her mother asked for the explanation of a cigarette lighter found under her pillow, she had dismissed the further consequences saying " I am matured enough to know what is right and what's not, at least for me"
And none of the parents was her foster/step parent, they were her real father and mother.

In Kushe Aushi, her mother had to remind her that it was "Babu ko Mukh Herne Din"...Nonetheless, her father would be waiting earnestly, hoping that unlike other days she would come home early with a miraculous surprise gift...But all this high hope would be shattered as soon as he would overhear her daughter, who would arrive after 7 PM, conversing with her mother-
" Eh la ho ra? Malai tha nai thiyena ni....Ani hajurle lyaiseko hola ni ta mithai ra falful haru, haina?"
And he would gather enough strength to hold the tears not letting them to fall from his eyes, until her daughter would present him a tray full of Indian sweets and Fruits as if it were a "formal ceremony" and after exchanging few glances with her father and smiling, would depart to her room. Then, he would look at the face of his spouse who would shrug and smile, both their eyes filled with tears.....
Same thing would repeat in "MAta tirtha Aushi"(ama ko mukh herni din)....Except that her parents "Switched Roles"

I'm not trying to portray her as a negative character....And it's not her fault anyways...Just like she often felt, I aslo feel the same...."Time is the sole Culprit"
IS it right to blame her that her mother's Birthday falls on 14th of February??
Also, is it her fault that she had fixed plans to go for hiking to Chobhar wih her chums on the same day of her parent's 20th wedding anniversary, which she had come to know just a day ago?
And can we still see her guilty for not being able to dine together with her parents at least 4 times a week because friends of her circle love to eat out a lot???

In fact she loved her parents a lot..Foe evidence, we can look at her facebook....she has subscribed to both "I love my Dad" and "I love my Mom" fan page. And she had wept....tears had rolled down her eyes while watching the movie "Baagwan" (starrring amitabh bachchan and hema malini)....She also had some strange feelings of responsibility that sprung up from somewhere during the time movie was relayed.....But what could she do? All these subtle feelings subsided within half an hour the movie had ended....when this guy, her first crush after her third breakup, was online that night.

She is weeping right now as well....But unlike other times, it's an outburst....She's wailing with pain.....The untimely demise of her parents, which has left this kid alone in the world, is really unbearable.....On their way to Manakamana, the microbus which they were riding, collided with a Truck coming from the opposite direction....instantly killing both of them on the front seat......severely injuring driver and other passangers....
She's remembering last evening's conversation with her mother.....
" Naanu Ghar aune bela bhaena...ka chhau timi? 8 bajna laisakyo?"
" Eh sorry mommy...hersyo na maile bhannai birsirako.....parsi mero exam chha ke ani aile sathiko ma baseko chhu padhnalai"
" Lau....ani hami bholi sabai manakamana jane bhaneko haina? bholi sawan ko Dwadasi, timro Birthday; astina dekhi bhaneko jhan"
" hyaa (jharkadai)...aba ke garam ta ma? aba exam parsi aisakyo ani bholi mankamana jana ni milena ni"
Her mother looked at her spouse....He gestured that she concede....
" Lau ke bhannu aba...la ramrari padha, milesamma sawerai aunu....khana time ma khanu...hai?"
"huss"
Her parents had never forced her....to anything; They made sure that all her demands were met. after all, she was their only child

Last night she was so happy after she had hung up her cell. She was at her new boyfriend's place, whose parents had left for Hong Kong the same day....It was her first night with this guy
On the other hand, her parents could hardly sleep that night....weeping and worrying about their daughter.

But now......it's just the reverse....She's crying, overwhelmed with the grief of loss of the ones who actually loved her more than anyone ever would . but this love was always eclipsed under the intense emotions / infatuations of "love" she would find with in presence of her friends, best friends and boy friends.
on the other hand, her parents are joyful and thanking lord with a content heart.......relieved that their daughter's indifference towards them and her habit of hardly being in company with her parents saved her life Smiley Smiley

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The Gold Slippers It was only four days before Christmas. The spirit of the season hadn't yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the parking lot of our local discount store. Inside the store, it was worse. Shopping carts and last minute shoppers jammed the aisles. Why did I come today? I wondered. My feet ached almost as much as my head. My list contained names of several people who claimed they wanted nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if didn't buy them anything. Buying for someone who had everything and deploring the high cost of items, I

considered gift-buying anything but fun. Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and proceeded to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but it looked as if it would mean at least a 20 minute wait. In front of me were two small children - a boy of about 5 and a younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enormously large, tattered tennis shoes jutted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched several crumpled dollar bills in his grimy hands. The girl's clothing resembled her brother's. Her head was a matted mass of curly hair. Reminders of an evening meal showed on her small face. She carried a beautiful pair of shiny, gold house slippers. As the Christmas music sounded in the store's stereo system, the girl hummed along, off-key but happily. When we finally approached the checkout register, the girl carefully placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a treasure. The clerk rang up the bill. "That will be $6.09," she said. The boy laid his crumpled dollars atop the stand while he searched his pockets. He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we will have to put them back, " he bravely said. "We will come back some other time, maybe tomorrow." With that statement, a soft sob broke from the little girl. "But Jesus would have loved these shoes, " she cried. "Well, we'll go home and work some more. Don't cry. We'll come back," he said. Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These children had waited in line for a long time. And, after all, it was Christmas. Suddenly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice said, "Thank you lady." "What did you mean when you said Jesus would like the shoes?" I asked. The boy answered, "Our mommy is sick and going to heaven. Daddy said she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus." The girl spoke, "My Sunday school teacher said the streets in heaven are shiny gold, just like these shoes." "Won't mommy be beautiful walking on those streets to match these shoes?" My eyes flooded as I looked into her tear streaked face. "Yes" I answered, "I am sure she will." Silently I thanked God for using these children to remind me of the true spirit of giving." 'Tis the Season!! Remember that it's better to give than receive

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THE TEACUP
There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was theirtwenty-fifth wedding anniversary. One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke. "You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay." My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet." "Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!" I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet." Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, "Not yet." Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. "There, that's better," I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. "Stop it, stop it!" I cried. He only nodded, "Not yet." Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, "Not yet." Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself." And I did. I said, "That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful." "I want you to remember, then," he said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you."

MORAL: God knows what He's doing (for all of us).He is the Potter, and we are His clay.He will mold us and make us, So that we may be made into a flawless piece of work To fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not tempt you beyond what you can bear

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The King With Four Wives Once upon a time there was a rich king who had four wives. He loved the fourth wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to the finest delicacies. He gave her nothing but the best.He also loved the third wife very much and showed her off to neighboring kingdoms. However, he feared that one day she would leave him for another.He also loved his second wife. She was his confidante and she was always kind, considerate and patient with him. Whenever the king faced a problem, he could confide in her to help him get through the difficult times.The king's first wife was a very loyal partner and had made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and kingdom. However, he did not love the first wife but although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.One day, the King fell ill and he knew that his time was short. Thus, he asked the 4th wife, “ I have loved you the most endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”“No way!” replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.Her answer cut like a sharp knife right into his heart.The sad king asked the third wife, “I have loved you all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?”“No!” replied the 3rd wife. “Life is too good! When you die, I am going to remarry!”His heart sank and turned cold.He then asked the 2nd wife, “I have always turned to you for help and you've always been there for me. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?”“I'm sorry, I can't help you out of this time!” replied the 2nd wife. “The very most, I can only send you to your grave.”Her answer came like a bolt of thunder and the King was devastated. Then a voice called out: “I'll leave with you and follow you no matter where you go.”The king looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, because she suffered from malnutrition. Greatly grieved the King said, “I should have taken better care of you when I had a chance!" Our 4th wife is our BODY. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look great, it'll leave us when we die.Our 3rd wife is our POSSESSIONS, STATUS and WEALTH. When we die, it will all go to others.Our 2nd wife is our FAMILY and friends. No matter how much they have been there for us, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.Our 1st wife is our SOUL, often neglected in pursuit of wealth, power and pleasures of the ego. However, our Soul is the only thing that will follow us wherever we go. So cultivate, strengthen and cherish it now! It is your greatest gift to offer the world

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4. Can I Borrow R 25?
A woman came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find her 5-year old son waiting for her at the door. SON: 'Mummy, may I ask you a question?'
MUM: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the woman. SON: 'Mummy, how much do you make an hour?' MUM: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a ...thing?' the woman said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?' MUM: 'If you must know, I make R 50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down. SON: 'Mummy, may I please borrow R25?'
The mother was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed.. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.' The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.. The woman sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the woman had calmed down , and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that R25.00 and she really didn't ask for money very often.The woman went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. 'Are you asleep, son?' She asked.
'No Mummy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the woman.'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the R25 you asked for.' The little boy sat straight up, smiling.'Oh, thank you Mummy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The woman saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his mother. 'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the mother grumbled. 'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. 'Mummy, I have R50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.' The mother was crushed. She put his arms around her little son, and she begged for his forgiveness. It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that R50 worth of your time with someone you love.If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

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5. USED vs. LOVED

While a man was polishing his new car, his 4 yr. old son
picked up a stone and scratched lines on the side of the
car..
In anger, the man took the child's hand and hit it many
times; not realizing he was using a wrench. At the hospital, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures.

When the child saw his father.....with painful eyes he asked, 'Dad when will my fingers grow back?'
The man was so hurt and speechless; he went back to his car and kicked it a lot of times. Devastated by his own actions...sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches; the child had written 'LOVE YOU DAD'.
The next day that man committed suicide.
Anger and Love have no limits; choose the Love to have a beautiful, lovely life..
Things are to be used and people are to be loved, but the
problem in today's world is that, people are used and
things are loved.
Let's be careful to keep this thought in mind:
"Things are to be used, but People are to be loved".