Being a Friend – Best Gift Ever……..


Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly. A beautiful story told by Kane about his friend Kyle:

‘One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class who was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, ‘Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.’ I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running towards him and knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying and I saw them land in the grass. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.   So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, ‘Those guys are jerks.’  He looked at me and said, ‘Hey thanks!’ There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.

He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there were Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, ‘Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books every day. He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became the best of friends.

Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going to business school. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school and looked good in glasses and he had sure become very popular too. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, ‘Hey, big guy, you will be great’ He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. ‘Thanks,’ he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began: ‘Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach, but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you all a story.’ I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He thought he was not loved by anyone and all hated him. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom would not have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. ‘Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.’

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it’s depth. I was overwhelmed and had tears in my eyes listening to Kyle’s speech.’ 

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can bring a change in someone’s life. For better or for worse, God puts us all in each other’s lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

Language of the Heart………..


Language of the Heart

Is the Song of Love?

For the Beloved

A thrilling Divine Romance

Music to the Soul

Playing the Naad of ecstasy

He can only be found

As an expression of Love

Within You My Honeybun

As tiny droplets of tenderness

Once your Heart is clean

He will shine out of it

Spreading radiance of joy

Like tiny bulbs of buttercups

His only abode is the Heart

Do not lose your temperament

But keep Him cherished as a treasure

And Remember

He is always in your Heart


Every Little Thing is a Rhythm……..


Every little Smile can touch someone’s heart.

Every little Giggle can send you in gleeful delight.

Every little Sunshine can enrich your day.

Every little Hug can assure you of someone who is caring.

Every little Kiss can send you in rapturous flames.

Every little Joy makes you run wild with pleasure.

Every little Prayer empowers you to face your problems.

Every little Love is a blessing in disguise.

Every little Peace begins when expectations ends.

Every little Song is a Musical Wonder.

Every little Laugh can move you to Tears.

Enjoy every moment of life. These little things that are so simple, adds cadence and brightens up your day. Life is simply a Rhythm, a Beat and a Dance.  There is no system yet that has been discovered to get a refund on an unused Life. See the good in everyone and everything. Life is beautiful.


Duty Towards Elders………


A son took his old father to a very elegant and expensive restaurant for an evening dinner. He ordered for the best of foods that his father always liked. When the food came on the table, his father who was very old and weak, like a young innocent child emptied most of the things in his plate and started eating excitedly and whilst eating, dropped food on his shirt and trousers and he became dirty all over.

His son did not shout at his father nor did he say, ‘Look dad what have you done, you have embarrassed me in front of so many diners.’ Instead he was thoroughly enjoying all this and kept on wiping his father’s mouth with a napkin. He was feeling so contented and pleased seeing his father enjoying himself. Other diners watched him in disgust while his son was calm. After he finished eating, his son, quietly took him to the washroom, wiped the food particles, removed the stains, combed his hair and fitted his spectacles firmly. 

When they came out, the entire restaurant was watching them in dead silence, not able to grasp how someone could embarrass themselves publicly like that. The son settled the bill and started walking out with his father. At that time, an old man amongst the diners called out to the son and asked him, ‘Don’t you think you have left something behind?” The son replied, ‘No Sir, I have not.’ The old man retorted, ‘Yes you have! You have a lesson for every son and hope for every father.’ 

The restaurant went silent and nobody talked. They all kept staring at what had just happened. To care for those who once cared for us is one of the highest honors. We all know, how our parents cared for us for every little thing. The amount of fusses and angers were all tolerated by them and we were always given the best no matter what. Love them, respect them, care for them because they have brought you to this unique world. It is our duty to take care of them and the elders in our family when they grow old and need us.   We are their only support. There is no one for them except you to make them cheerful and happy in their last days. That is the greatest thing that will bring joy and fulfillment to us.


Drinking from the Saucer……..


I came across a superb poem written by an awesome Poet, John Paul Moore on the Title ‘Drinking from the Saucer’ and it goes like this:

I’ve never made a fortune

And I’ll never make one now

But it really doesn’t matter

Cause I’m happy anyhow

As I go along my journey

I’m reaping better than I’ve sowed

I’m drinking from the saucer

Cause my cup has overflowed


He gives me strength and courage

When the way grows steep and rough

I’ll not ask for other blessings for

I’m already blessed enough

May we never be too busy

To help bear another’s load

Then we’ll all be drinking from the saucer

When our cups have overflowed

In Whose Hands………..

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It all depends in whose hand it is. Let it do good in your hands too:

A tennis racket is useless in my hands but a tennis racket in Serena Williams hands is a Championship Winner and it is worth Millions.

A rod in my hand will almost scare and keep an angry dog away but a rod in Moses hands parted the mighty Red Sea and allowed his people to go to a land chosen by God.

Songs sung by ordinary people have no rhythm but songs sung by Michael Jackson from the heart, gives an internal pleasure and only song lovers can understand its beauty.

A sling shot in my hand is simply an unwanted toy and not of much use but a sling shot in David’s hand was a mighty weapon.

Two fish and five loaves of bread in my hand is just enough for breakfast in my house where I can feed only my family but in Jesus hands he fed thousands and made each and everyone happy.

Knowledge is like a new born baby and practice is the Key in my hand but in the hands of Saints and Sages it is a Treasure full of Wisdom.

Nails in my hands by mistake might just cause me a temporary injury but in Jesus Christ’s hands they produced salvation for the entire world.

As you can see now, it all depends on whose hand it is, so put your concerns, worries, fears, hopes, dreams, families and your relationships in God’s hands because it all depends in whose hands they are.

Put all your Trust, Faith and Responsibilities in His hands and watch the amazing transformation that will take place in your life and how great you will become.

Joy In Giving………….


A very beautiful story told by Katherine Hepburn the day she learnt the value in Giving:

“Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus.  Finally, there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter.  This family made a big impression on me.  There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were dressed, you could tell they did not have a lot of money, but their clothes were neat and clean.

The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands.  They were excitedly jaberring about the clowns, animals and all the acts they would be seeing that night.  By their excitement you could sense they had never been to the circus before.  It would be a highlight of their lives.

The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be.  The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking up at him as if to say, ‘You are my knight in shining armour’. He too was smiling and enjoying seeing his family happy.  The ticket lady asked the man how much tickets he wanted.  He proudly responded, ‘I would like to buy eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family to the circus.’ The ticket lady stated the price.  The man’s wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man’s lip began to quiver.  Then he leaned a little closer and asked, ‘How much did you say?’  The ticket lady again stated the price.  The man did not have enough money.  How was he supposed to turn and tell his children that he did not have enough money to take them to the circus?

Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and then dorpped it on the ground.  (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!)  My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, ‘Excuse me, Sir, this fell out of your pocket.’  The man understood what was going on. He was not begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrasing situation.  He looked straight into my dad’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied, ‘Thank you, thank you, Sir.  This really means a lot to me and my family.’

My father and I went back to our car and drove home.  The $20 bill that my dad gave away to the man is what we were going to buy our own tickets with. Although we did not get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that was far greater and richer than seeing the circus could ever provide.  We were so happy to see the laughter and joy on the faces of the man and his wife and his eight children.  This is the day I have never forgotten in my life. It has taught me that there is so much happiness and bliss in Giving than in Receiving.