Power of Belief

Value- Optimism

Sub value- Self confidence

A businessman was deep in debt and could see no way out. Creditors were closing in on him. Suppliers were demanding payment. He sat on the park bench, head in hands, wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy.

power of belief

Suddenly an old man appeared before him. “I can see that something is troubling you,” he said.  After listening to the executive’s woes, the old man said, “I believe I can help you.” He asked the man his name, wrote out a cheque, and pushed it into his hand saying, “Take this money. Meet me here exactly one year from today, and you can pay me back at that time.”

Then he turned and disappeared as quickly as he had come.

The business executive saw in his hand a check for $500,000, signed by John D. Rockefeller, then one of the richest men in the world!
“I can erase my money worries in an instant!” he realized. But instead, the executive decided to put the uncashed cheque in his safe. Just knowing it was there might give him the strength to work out a way to save his business, he thought.
With renewed optimism, he negotiated better deals and extended terms of payment. He closed several big sales. Within a few months, he was out of debt and making money once again.
Exactly one year later, he returned to the park with the uncashed cheque. At the agreed-upon time, the old man appeared. But just as the executive was about to hand back the check and share his success story, a nurse came running up and grabbed the old man.

“I’m so glad I caught him!” she cried. “I hope he hasn’t been bothering you. He’s always escaping from the rest home and telling people he’s John D. Rockefeller. ” And she led the old man away by the arm.
The astonished executive just stood there, stunned. All year long he’d been wheeling and dealing, buying and selling, convinced he had half a million dollars behind him. Suddenly, he realized that it wasn’t the money, real or imagined, that had turned his life around. It was his newfound self-confidence that gave him the power to achieve anything he went after.


One must have belief in oneself. Self- confidence is most important. No one can help us unless we believe in ourselves first.


Bundle of sticks

Value- Right Conduct

Sub value- Unity

This is the story of  a  father whose sons were forever quarreling among themselves. Nothing he  did or said to the sons made any difference in their behavior towards each other. Pensively  he reflected and  pondered deeply within, for some very striking example that would make his sons see  how the discord among themselves, would lead them to misfortune.

One day the quarreling and fighting took a violent turn, it was more  than usual  bickering; and each of the sons were  pacing like a caged tiger,  when a thought struck him. He asked one of them to bring him a bundle of sticks which lay in the barn outside.  Handing the bundle to each of his sons in turn ,he asked  them to break it. Although each one tried his best, none was able to break the bundle of sticks.

Then the Father then untied the bundle and gave the sticks to his sons to break one by one. This they did very easily.

“My Sons,” said the Father, “do you not see how certain it is that if you agree with each other and help each other, it will be impossible for your enemies to injure you? But if you are divided among yourselves, you will be no stronger than a single stick in that bundle.”


Unity is strength. As a team we can achieve much more than when are alone.


Rich man seeking peace of mind

Value- Peace

Sub value- Gratitude, counting one’s blessings

A very rich man became bored with life because he had known all the pleasures, all the joys that money could purchase, but they were not truly satisfying. He was still thirsty and hungry for something authentic. He was seeking the great peace  from sages and saints; though he had tried their rituals, worship, prayer, nothing worked.

The man in his quest for peace went to another saint, relentlessly pestered the saint  about his misery – “Time is passing, life is limited, and what kind of saint are you? You cannot show me the right path. And I have twenty-four hours to devote to it; I don’t have to work to earn money or anything, I don’t have children, and I have earned so much money that it is enough for ten lives at least.” The saint in sheer desperation  sent him to a Sufi master who was thought to be a little bit insane, and to whom many sages were sent their disciples; when they wanted be get rid of them.  Insanity was the guise of the  wise Sufi master.


The rich man took a big bag, filled it with diamonds and rubies and emeralds and sapphires; and went to the Sufi who was sitting under a tree. He told the Sufi his whole story… that he was very miserable, he had everything that the world can afford. “I have brought, just to give you a proof, this whole bag worth millions. All I need is peace of mind.” The Sufi said, “I will give it to you. Get ready!” The rich man thought, “This man seems to be strange. I have been to so many saints – nobody was so quick, and nobody promised to give it to me. They all said, `Go through this ritual, this worship, this prayer, this meditation. Work it out yourself.’ This is the only man… perhaps, they are right that he is insane. He is saying, `Get ready. Don’t waste my time!’

“So hesitatingly he said, “Okay, I’m ready.” But he was very afraid – although he had come to get peace of mind. And when the man said he was ready, the Sufi master snatched the bag odf precious  stones, and ran.

It was a small village with small streets with which the Sufi was perfectly acquainted.  The rich man who had never walked, ran behind the Sufi master shouting, “I have been cheated! This man is not a sage. He’s not insane, he’s very cunning.”  Trying his best to catch the Sufi, he  ran panting and puffing as fast as his legs would carry him; but to no avail as the Sufi ran swiftly winding his way through every turn and street in the village . The old rich  man was fat – huffing, puffing, perspiring, crying – and the whole crowd was laughing at this merry chase. The rich man could not understand why the villagers were laughing, and nobody was helping! But the villagers knew that the Sufi was not insane instead he was extremely wise . He had his own way of doing things.

Finally, the rich man reached  the same tree  from where this chase had begun. The Sufi had reached long ago; he was sitting with the bag of precious stones. The rich man  soon was shouting, and abusing the Sufi. The Sufi calmly looked and sternly said, “Stop all this nonsense! Take this bag.”

The man took the bag immediately, and the Sufi asked, “How are you feeling now?” He said, “I’m feeling great peace.”

The Sufi said, “That’s what I was telling you. If you are ready, I can give you peace immediately. Have you got it?”

He said, “I have got it!”

“Never again ask anybody about it!” You have started taking for granted all your riches. I gave you a chance to lose them, and suddenly you became what you really are – a beggar. And these very precious stones which have lost their value to you are again precious.”



The people who live in palaces start taking those palaces for granted; the people who are rich never think about the miseries of poverty. The people who have got a master start taking him for granted – that there is nothing to be done; you only have to ask the question and your master is there to answer it. Value and treasure the things and gift life has given you.

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Two wolves


Value- Right Conduct

Sub value- Discrimination between right and wrong

cherokee wisdom

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.  He said, “My son, The battle is between two ‘wolves’ inside us all.

One is Evil.  It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment,Inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.

The other is Good.   It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,

“Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”


The qualities we encourage and practise are the ones which will win. We have a choice either to cultivate good or bad habits. It is important to teach children from young age the right values so that they become good human being and a better citizen of the world.

The Rope

Value- Faith

Sub value- Letting go

A story is told about a mountain climber who liked to climb tall mountains for fun and to impress his friends. After years of preparation and training he felt he could handle any mountain terrain in the world, regardless of the degree of difficulty.

During a climbing trip, with five other men, he decided he would make the final climb to the summit, solo, so he could get there first and claim the glory, while the others slept. After the rest of the climbing party turned-in for the night, he put on his climbing gear and headed toward the summit. As he started his climb, he was very glad there was a full moon to help him see where he was going.

Although it was foolish to climb at night, alone, he did use a rope and put in good piton protection as he climbed. With the benefit of the full moon, he made rapid progress up the mountain, in spite of the fact he was climbing at night. His confidence soared as he neared the summit, but unfortunately, thick clouds were starting to build around the mountain, and visibility was deteriorating rapidly, as a winter storm developed. In just a few minutes visibility dropped to almost zero, as heavy clouds and fog surrounded him. It was now too late to turn back, so he continued to climb up the mountain, hoping the storm would blow by quickly.

the rope

While moving along a narrow traverse, now in total darkness, he got into some “rotten rock,” and slid down the side of the ridge and over the edge of a cliff. The good news was the protection he  had put on held, and he was still alive after the fall; although he now found himself dangling in the air, suspended from his rope, unable to see anything around him. The bad news was , he had loosely tied his outer heavy parka across the top of his backpack while he was climbing, and he now discovered he had lost it during the fall. Slowly the cold night air from the storm began to chill him to the bone through his lightweight inner jacket. After struggling to turn himself around in a circle, and not finding anything to grab onto, in desperation he cried out, “Oh dear God in Heaven, please help me!”

Suddenly, from above he heard a strong deep voice boom out, “Cut the rope!” “What?!” As the climber listened over the wind, once again he heard a deep voice say, “Cut the rope!”

Except for the wind, silence followed, as the climber continued to hang onto the rope, while hoping to be able to grab onto something that would enable him to climb to safety. Unable to see his true situation, the climber concluded, as most people would, that hanging onto the rope was his only hope.

The following day, the rest of his climbing party discovered him frozen to death, still dangling from his rope — only eight feet above a large out-cropping of rock. Had the climber cut the rope, he would have dropped down to a relatively safe area, where he could have built a fire, using some of the surrounding scrub brush, and probably survived the night.


From this tragic, hopefully fictional story, we can learn about trusting God. Do we look for security in a “rope” of some form? Or, are we willing to trust God with the many things in life beyond our knowledge or control?

Lets remember

“For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” Isaiah 41:13.


The Old Man and his God

Value- Truth

Sub Value- Honesty, Contentment

A few years back, I was travelling in the Thanjavur district of Tamil Nadu. It was getting dark, and due to a depression over the Bay of Bengal, it was raining heavily. The roads were overflowing with water and my driver stopped the car near a village. ‘There is no way we can proceed further in this rain,’ said the driver. ‘Why don’t you look for shelter somewhere nearby rather than sit in the car?’

Stranded in an unknown place among unknown people, I was a bit worried. Nevertheless, I retrieved my umbrella and marched out into the pelting rain. I started walking towards the tiny village, whose name I cannot recall now. There was no electricity and it was a trial walking in the darkness and the rain. In the distance I could just make out the shape of a small temple. I decided it would be an ideal place to take shelter, so I made my way to it. Halfway there, the rain started coming down even more fiercely and the strong wind blew my umbrella away, leaving me completely drenched. I reached the temple soaking wet. As soon as I entered, I heard an elderly person’s voice calling out to me. Though I cannot speak Tamil, I could make out the concern in the voice. In the course of my travels, I have come to realize that voices from the heart can be understood irrespective of the language they speak.

old man and his god

I peered into the darkness of the temple and saw an old man of about eighty. Standing next to him was an equally old lady in a traditional nine-yard cotton sari. She said something to him and then approached me with a worn and clean towel in her hand. As I wiped my face and head I noticed that the man was blind. It was obvious from their surroundings that they were very poor. The Shiva temple, where I now stood, was simple with the minimum of ostentation in its decorations. The Shivalinga was bare except for a bilwa leaf on top. The only light came from a single oil lamp. In that flickering light a sense of calm overcame me and I felt myself closer to god than ever before.

In halting Tamil, I asked the man to perform the evening mangalratri, which he did with love and dedication. When he finished, I placed a hundred-rupee note as the dakshina.

He touched the note and pulled away his hand, looking uncomfortable. Politely he said, ‘Amma, I can make out that the note is not for ten rupees, the most we receive. Whoever you may be, in a temple, your devotion is important, not your money. Even our ancestors have said that a devotee should give as much as he or she can afford to. To me you are a devotee of Shiva, like everyone else who comes here. Please take back this money.’

I was taken aback. I did not know how to react. I looked at the man’s wife expecting her to argue with him and urge him to take the money, but she just stood quietly. Often, in many households, a wife encourages the man’s greediness. Here, it was the opposite. She was endorsing her husband’s views. So I sat down with them, and with the wind and rain whipping up a frenzy outside, we talked about our lives. I asked them about themselves, their life in the village temple and whether they had anyone to look after them.

Finally, I said, ‘Both of you are old. You don’t have any children to look after your everyday needs. In old age one requires more medicines than groceries. This village is far away from any of the towns in the district. Can I suggest something to you?’

At that time, we have started an old-age pension scheme and I thought, looking at their worn-out but clean clothes, they would be ideal candidates for it.

This time the wife spoke up, ‘Please do tell, child.’

‘I will send you some money. Keep it in a nationalized bank or post office. The interest on that can be used for your monthly needs. If there is a medical emergency you can use the capital.’

The old man smiled on hearing my words and his face lit up brighter than the lamp.

‘You sound much younger than us. You are still foolish. Why do I need money in this great old age? Lord Shiva is also known as Vaidyanathan. He is the Mahavaidya, or great doctor. This village we live in has many kind people. I perform the pooja and they give me rice in return. If either of us is unwell, the local doctor gives us medicines. Our wants are very few. Why would I accept money from an unknown person? If I keep this money in the bank, like you are telling me to, someone will come to know and may harass us. Why should I take on these worries? You are a kind person to offer help to two unknown old people. But we are content; let us live as we always have. We don’t need anything more.’


Trusting the Lord, having complete faith and being content brings happiness and joy. There is no end to our desires. The more expectations, if unfulfilled brings unhappiness. Persons with less desires and more contentment tend to be happier.

Story by Sudha Murthy from ‘The old man and his God’

The Star Fish Story

Value- Right Conduct

Sub Value- Making a difference

Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.

One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.

As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.


He came closer still and called out ‘Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?’

The young man paused, looked up, and replied ‘Throwing starfish into the ocean.’

‘I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?’ asked the somewhat startled wise man.

To this, the young man replied, ‘The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don’t throw them in, they’ll die.’

Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, ‘But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can’t possibly make a difference!’

At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, ‘It made a difference for that one.’


Let us start making a difference to atleast one person whenever we get an opportunity. Even a smile or a kind word can go a long way in making someone’s day. Some effort is better than no effort.


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