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Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.  

 

Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave,
and impossible to forget.

 

 

You can only go as far as you push.

 

Actions speak louder than words.

 

 

The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love,
love somebody else.

 

 

Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.

 

Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while
you might miss it.

 

A BEST FRIEND is like a four leaf clover,
HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE.

 

Some people make the world SPECIAL just by being in it.

 

BEST FRIENDS are the siblings God forgot to give us.

 

 

When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead,
you can look beside you and your BEST FRIEND will be there.

 

TRUE FRIENDSHIP "NEVER" ENDS...Friends are FOREVER.

 

 

Good friends are like shooting stars....You don't always see them, but
you know they are always there.

 

 

Don't frown...
You never know who is falling in love
with your smile.

 

What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying

is the person who made you cry?

 

 

Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.

 

 

 

Everything is okay in the end...
If it's not okay, then it's not the end.

 

 

Most people walk in and out of your life,
but only friends leave footprints in your heart.

 

 

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PANCHAAMRITAM 177

Pancha is five in Samskritam, Amritam is nectar

Poornima, Kali Yugaabda 5111, VIRODHI Margazhi 16 (December 31, 2009)

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Recently, 167 students out of 400 students voluntarily obtained Transfer Certificate in R C Nadunilai Palli (i.e. RC Middle School), a Christian institution in Nathampatti village, Srivilliputhur Taluk, Virudhunagar district (Tamilnadu, Bharat). The reason: The school management had started teaching Bible during classes; teachers pressurized Hindu students not to display Hindu religious symbols.  Agitated Hindu parents opposed this brainwashing attempt on their children.  They stood together, obtained Transfer Certificate from the school and admitted their wards to other schools.

Team PANCHAAMRITAM

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In Tamilnadu, Rashtra Sevika Samiti's members have been campaigning among Hindu girls not to wear T-shirts, jeans etc. They are dissuading girls from taking to weird hairstyles. This was disclosed by Samiti's state general secretary Smt. Gomathi Naveen in a press meet at Erode in connection with the centenary of Samiti's former president Saraswati Tai Apte. Gomati insisted that Samiti will not indulge in any agitation to achieve this end. The press meet was held on December 27, the last day of the three day state level sammelan of the Samiti in which 720 Sevikas from all over the State participated. The punctuality and discipline with which the Samiti route march was held, prompted a woman police official on duty to exclaim how great it would be if they (women police) too could receive wholesome training in this fashion.

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Due to the recent heavy showers in the District of Nilgiris, (Tamilnadu, Bharat) many parts of the district have been affected by land-slides that left 43 dead and thousands homeless.  RSS and Seva Bharathi volunteers from various parts of the District swung into the action. Their rescue and relief operations started as early as 10th November 2009 at Gandhinagar, Lovedale. Since then, this team has without any break and reluctance is still working with a motto of serving the affected people. It was the dedicated service of this team to carry all the relief materials by walking around 17 kms from Coonoor to Kurumbarpadi – due to non-availability of motorable road to reach the affected area. Women workers of Ekal Vidyalaya Foundation of India provided counseling to the affected families. Impressed by the disciplined and dedicated display of service to the needy people, on 15th, the teams were asked by authorities to take care of another camp at Old Ooty.  Swayamsevaks took up the task and did the work to full satisfaction.

Team PANCHAAMRITAM

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An Indian doctor working in 600 B.C. might have been the world's first plastic surgeon, according to a new exhibition that challenges Western domination of the history of science and technology. The Science and Technology Heritage Exhibition opened last week at New Delhi's National Science Centre, showcasing the advances and discoveries with which the country says it should be credited. The plastic surgery claim relates to Susruta, who lived 150 years before Greece's "father of medicine," Hippocrates, and who lends his name to a number of modern Indian clinics. The surgeon pioneered nose reconstruction in northern India, which entailed removing skin from the forehead of a person to re-build the facial feature. Criminals were often punished by having their noses cut off during his time. He is credited with authoring the Susruta Samhita, a medical text which details 650 types of drugs, 300 operations, 42 surgical procedures and 121 types of instruments, according to available records. The earliest documentation of Indian medicine is found in holy Hindu scripts of the Vedas compiled between 3,000 and 1,000 BC. The organisers linked the new permanent show to the Commonwealth Games next year when 100,000 spectators are expected in New Delhi. Sensing a sunrise market in the heritage sector, New Delhi now plans to dig deeper into its past and go beyond the well-chronicled Indus Valley Civilisation of 2,500 BC.

October 29, 2009. AFP

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Sahitya Academy, Madhya Pradesh (Bharat) and Sanskriti Parishad in co-ordination with Seva Bharati have organised for the first time a two-day training workshop for the women writers of slums. Panchayat Raj Commissioner Mrs Veena Ghanekar inaugurated the workshop by lighting the traditional lamp. Commending efforts of the Parishad, Mrs Ghanekar said that the thinking of women living in slums would help create a good family and society in future. Sahitya Academy director Dr Devendra Deepak said that the writing done from air-conditioned bungalows and Coffee House about life in slums is far away from truth. Sahitya Academy is trying to reach the deprived of people. Women Writers' Association chairman Rajashree Rawat said that the writings show that children would be cultured. Academy had given four subjects to the participants - 'My Locality, My People'; 'My Mother'; 'My Ideal Woman'; and 'My Interest'. In spite of difficulties faced in life the write ups expressed hope for the future. 35 participants read their creations before subject specialists.

Based on a report in CENTRAL CHRONICLE, Bhopal, December 20, 2009.

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Fwd: PassBook- Really Good One

Priya married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party,

Priya's mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.

With Rs.1000 deposit amount.

Mother: 'Priya, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage life.

When there's something happy and memorable happened in your new life, put some money in.

Write down what it's about next to the line.

The more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in.

I've done the first one for you today.

Do the others with Hitesh.

When you look back after years, you can know how much happiness you've had.'

Priya shared this with Hitesh when getting home.

They both thought it was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be made.

This was what they did after certain time:

- 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage

- 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Priya

- 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali

- 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Priya got pregnant

- 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted

.... and so on...

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial things.

They didn't talk much.

They regretted that they had married the most nasty people in the world.... no more love...

Kind of typical nowadays, huh?

One day Priya talked to her Mother:

'Mom, we can't stand it anymore. We agree to divorce.

I can't imagine how I decided to marry this guy!!!'

Mother: 'Sure, girl, that's no big deal.

Just do whatever you want if you really can't stand it.

But before that, do one thing first.

Remember the saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day?

Take out all money and spend it first.

You shouldn't keep any record of such a poor marriage.'

Priya thought it was true.

So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue and planning to cancel the account..

While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record.

She looked, and looked, and looked.

Then the memory of all the previous joy and happiness just came up her mind.

Her eyes were then filled with tears.

She left and went home.

When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend the money before getting divorce..

The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Priya.

She found a new deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record:

'This is the day I notice how much I've loved you thru out all these years.

How much happiness you've brought me.'

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.

Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired?

I did not ask.

I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru all the good years in their life.

"If u can't be a pencil to write anyone's happiness, try atleast to be a nice rubber to erase everyone's sorrows…………"

Best Pictures of Year 2009

Story of Two Screws

Story of Two Screws

 

 

Once upon a time there were two screws fastening a vital part of a gasoline engine. One of the screws was haughty and proud of it's shining head. The second screw was quiet, intent only on doing its job to the best of its ability.

One day a speck of rust appeared on the head of the second screw. Filled with vain pride of its own beauty, the first screw began to laugh at the second. "Your head is tarnished," the first said to the second. "Look at you. Your perfect luster is gone."

The second screw said nothing. Instead, it concentrated on what it was doing. "How ugly you have become," the first screw chortled, "and how beautiful I have remained." Then it began to laugh so hard at the second screw that it failed to notice that it was working itself loose. Finally it dropped off the engine and plunged into a small pool of dirty oil below.

With the first screw no longer holding up its end of the load, the second was faced with doing the work of two. Meanwhile the first screw, now covered with grimy oil, wailed and lamented. "Just look at me! I'm dirty and filthy and all my beauty is gone. By laughing at the blemish on my friend the second screw, I worked myself loose and fell into the muck. Now I'm doomed."

Now, it just so happened that a short time later the owner of the engine started it up. He immediately noticed that something didn't sound right -- the engine was running rough. When he checked, he instantly saw that one of the two screws holding the vital part was missing. "Ah ha!" the owner said. "One of the screws must have worked itself loose and fell to the ground, but I don't see it. Maybe it fell into that puddle of old oil."

The owner reached into the oil and found the missing screw. "Look at you," the owner said. "You're all covered with grime and oil. How ugly you are. But I will fix that right away." The owner reached for a nearby rag and wiped all the oil and grime off the first screw until it shone even brighter than before. Then he replaced it on the part. Before he turned away, he noticed a little speck of tarnish on the head of the second screw. With the second rag, he wiped the head clean and bright. Then the owner walked away.

Finally the engine was started. The two screws, now equally beautiful, held the part tight. "Forgive me, my friend," the first screw said to the second. "In my vanity, I was so busy laughing at your blemish that I did not notice that I was working myself loose."

"And what have you learned?" the second screw quietly asked.
"I learned not to judge others because I have my own sins to deal with."
"Then," the second screw said, "I forgive you."

"Thank you, my friend. And rest assured, my vanity will remain forever at the bottom of that dirty puddle of oil."

Honesty

There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to the baker. One day the baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting a pound and he found that he was not. This angered him and he took the farmer to court.

The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure. The farmer replied, "ur Honor, I am primitive. I don't have a proper measure, but I do have a scale." The judge asked, "Then how do you weigh the butter" The farmer replied "Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker."

What is the moral of the story? We get back in life what we give to others.

Whenever you take an action, ask yourself this question - Am I giving fair value for the wages or money I hope to make ?

Honesty and dishonesty become a habit. Some people practice dishonesty and can lie with a straight face. Others lie so much that they don't even know what the truth is anymore. But who are they deceiving ? Themselves -- more than anyone else.

Honesty can be put across gently. Some people take pride in being brutally honest. It seems they are getting a bigger kick out of the brutality than the honesty. Choice of words and tact are important.

The Master

 

The Master       When one Guru  was dying, one of his deciple asked him "Guruji, who was your master?"He said, "I had thousands of masters. If I just relate their names it will take months, years and it is too late. But three masters I will certainly tell you about. One was a thief. Once I got lost in the desert, and when I reached a village it was very late, everything was closed. But at last I found one man who was trying to make a hole in t he wall of a house. I asked him where I could stay and he said 'At this time of night it will be difficult, but you can say with me - if you can stay with a thief'.And the man was so beautiful. I stayed for one month! And each night he would say to me, 'Now I am going to my work. You rest, you pray.' When he came back I would ask 'Could you get anything?' He would say, 'Not tonight. But tomorrow I will try again, God willing.' He was never in a state of hopelessness, he was always happy. When I was meditating and meditating for years on end and nothing was happening, many times the moment came when I was so desperate, so hopeless,that I thought to stop all this nonsense. And suddenly I would remember the thief who would say every night, 'God willing, tomorrow it is going to happen.' And my second master was a dog. I was going to the river, thirsty and a dog came. He was also thirsty. He looked into the river, he saw another dog there -- his own image -- and became afraid. He would bard and run away, but his thirst was so much that he would come back. Finally, despite his fear, he just jumped into the water, and the image disappeared. And I knew that a message had come to me from God: one has to jump in spite of all fears. And the third master was a small child. I entered a town and a child was carrying a lit candle. He was going to the mosque to put the candle there. 'Just joking,' I asked the boy, 'Have you lit the candle yourself?' He said, 'Yes sir.' And I asked, 'There was a moment when the candle was unlit, then there was a moment when the candle was lit. Can you show me the source from which the light came?' And the boy laughed, blew out the candle, and said, 'Now you have seen the light going. Where has it gone? You will tell me!' My ego was shattered, my whole knowledge was shattered. And that moment I felt my own stupidity. Since then I dropped all my knowledgeability. It is true that I had no master. That does not mean that I was not a disciple -- I accepted the whole existence as my master. My Disciplehood was a greater involvement than yours is. I trusted the clouds, the trees. I trusted existence as such. I had no master because I had millions of masters I learned from every possible source. To be a disciple is a must on the path. What does it mean to be a disciple? It means to be able to learn. To be available to learn to be vulnerable to existence. With a master you start learning to learn. The master is a swimming pool where you can learn how to swim. Once you have learned, all the oceans are yours." ******       ************ ********* ********* *****

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