Who or what do we love more?

Value- Peace, Patience

Sub value- Avoid being hasty, control of anger


A man was polishing his new car; when his 4 yr old daughter picked up a stone and scratched on the side of the car. In anger, the furious man took his child’s hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. Later when realization dawned and he rushed his child to the hospital, it was too late, the child lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures.

angry dad

When the child saw her father, with painful eyes he asked ‘Dad when will my fingers grow back?’ The man was so hurt and speechless. He went back to the car and kicked it many times. Devastated by his own actions, sitting in front of the car he looked at the scratches, His daughter had written ‘LOVE YOU DAD’.

love my dad


Anger and Love have no limit.  We must always remember that “Things are to be used and people are to be loved”.  But sadly in today’s world  “People are being used & Things are being loved. If we develop patience and control of our anger we can develop love towards all.



The Kali Age

Value- Devotion

Sub value- Chanting the name of the Lord


During the reign of  King Yudhishtra , Bhima used to help in solving problems of people, hence people who ever had any questions/problems came to Bhima for help. One day, a citizen came and told Bhima that he had noticed a strange occurrence that day; the citizen said that his fence was moving into another’s area  and he was  wondering about the reason behind this. Bhima could usually  help if the people were harassed by demons, but these kind of  issues puzzled him,  so he requested the citizen to  approach King Yudhishtra.

On the same day, another citizen came and told that he had come across a strange thing. His story was; that he had a big pot  full of water,which he poured into small pots,  yet when  he poured  it back from the small pots to big pot,  to his surprise only half the big pot was full. Bhima not knowing what to say, he asked him  to consult King Yudhishtra.  Soon enough, a third person came to Bhima to report another strange incident. He mentioned that the body of a big elephant was able to pass through  a needle hole but surprisingly the elephant’s tail got stuck in needle hole. Bhima again referred him to King Yudhishtra. A fourth person  soon came along and said that he had seen a big rock on the street;  strong men couldn’t move it, whereas a sadhu by  a mere wave of his  danda(stick)  , was able to move it. Bhima, was piqued with all the strange occurrences of the day; went to his brother Yudhistir along with them to find the reason for these strange occurrences.

They all went to King Yudhishtra and asked about these questions, then Yudhishtra said that, all these occurrences  indicate the oncoming of  Kali yuga.

He explained:

The first sign, wherein the  one of the citizen’s fence  moved into other’s area, was an indicator  that people were more interested in what other’s had ;  feelings of  unhappiness and resentfulness arose, with the thought that  they didn’t have the same. As a result, the people thought of devious ways to acquire the same.

The second sign,   where the big pot with full of water was  poured into small pots,  later when poured back into big pot, it  got only half full,  meant  that one can expected 50% love/affection/help from others compared what one returned in terms of love, affection and help.

The third sign,  where the big elephant was able to pass through a needle but not its tail,  meant that people were ready to spend a huge chunks of their income/strength/resource for the sense satisfaction of their family, friends and love(Personal sense gratification) but when it came to Bhagavan(God) and Bhagavatha seva( service to the Lord) they were not ready to spend a even a little bit.

The fourth sign, where a big rock couldn’t be moved by  strong persons, but a sadhu moved that rock just by waving his danda (stick), meant that one could get rid of all sins, just by performing Nama sankirtanam (chanting/singing Lords name).

King Yudhishtra added that, though there were so many flaws in Kali yuga, the good thing was, just by chanting the holy names of the lord, one gets liberated.

kaler dosa-nidhe rajann
asti hy eko mahan gunah
kirtanad eva krsnasya
mukta-sangah param´ vrajet

My dear King, although Kali-yuga is an ocean of faults, there is still one good quality about this age: Simply by chanting the name of Lord Sri Krsna, one can become free from material bondage and be promoted to the transcendental kingdom of Vaikunta.


The easiest way to attain the grace of Lord in this age of Kali is by constantly chanting His name. There is no need for severe penances like the old yugas.(ages-periods of time)


We are never alone

fathersonValue- Faith

Sub value- Trust, surrender

A father takes his son into the forest, blindfolds him an leaves him alone. The son is required to sit on a stump the whole night and not remove the blindfold until the rays of the morning sun shine through it. He cannot cry out for help to anyone. Once he survives the night, he is considered a MAN. He cannot tell the other boys of this experience, because each lad must come into manhood on his own.

The boy is naturally terrified. He hears all kinds of noises.  He imagines wild beasts  all around him;  fears that  some humans may do him harm. He feels the wind which blows the grass and earth, and shakes his stump, but he sits stoically, never removing the blindfold. It is the rite of passage for him to become a man!

Finally, after a horrific night the sun appears and he removes his blindfold. It is then that he discovers his father sitting on the stump next to him.

His father had been watching him the entire night, protecting his son from harm.


We, too, are never alone. Even when we don’t know it, God is watching over us, Sitting on the stump beside us. When trouble comes, all we have to do is reach out to Him. Just because we can’t see God, Doesn’t mean He is not there. “For we walk by faith, not by sight!!!!


Every One can Play

Image result for severely disabled child playing baseball

Value : Love

Subvalue : Humaneness, Kindness, compassion

At a fundraising dinner for an American school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

“When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?” The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. “I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child.”Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,”Do you think they’ll let me play?” Shay’s father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay’s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.”

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father’s joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field.

Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first! Run to first!” Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!” Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, “Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay” Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, “Run to third! Shay, run to third” As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, “Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the “grand slam” and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world. Shay didn’t make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy and coming home and seeing his mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!


One small act of love and compassion can go a long way in healing someone’s heart.

Source: Rabbi Paysach Krohn, a popular lecturer and best-selling author of the ArtScroll Maggid series of short stories

The great battle

Value : Right conduct

Subvalue : Avoiding gossip and slander


Once upon a time there was a Wicked Wizard. One night the wizard visited a city and stole a thousand tongues from its sleeping inhabitants. He took these tongues and cast a spell on them. The spell meant that these tongues could only say bad things about people. Then the wizard returned the tongues to their owners, who suspected nothing.
In very little time, that city was filled with the sound of people saying bad things about each other,
“Yes, he did that, she did the other, boy, was that guy a bore, and the other guy was really clumsy…”
Soon everyone was angry with everyone else, and this brought the Wicked Wizard no end of satisfaction.
On seeing all this, the Good Wizard decided to intervene with his own powers. He cast a spell on the ears of the city dwellers. Under this spell, whenever the ears heard people criticising others, they would close up tightly, so that nothing could be heard.
And so started the great and terrible battle between tongues and ears. The one endlessly criticising, the other blocking all this out.
Who won the battle? Well, with the passing of time, the tongues started to feel completely useless. Why talk if no one was listening? Being tongues, they liked to be heard, so they gradually started to change the kind of things they would say. When the tongues realised that saying good things about people meant they would be listened to once again, they were filled with joy, and forgot forever the spell they had been under.
Even to this day, the Wicked Wizard continues casting spells on tongues all over the world. But thanks to the Good Wizard now everyone knows that to put an end to gossiping, all one has to do is pay no attention to it.


Always speak good and listen to the good. We cannot avoid the people around us who might gossip; but we always can choose to hear only what we want to and of course our tongue is in our control so let us give a thought before we speak.

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