Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Grieving Mean?


When someone we love dies, it hurts us. We feel sad that the person will no longer be around to talk to or to have fun with. That absence leaves a big hole in our lives. Maybe you had a pet that died. Remember the first few times you walked into the house after your dog or cat was gone? It was strange not to have your pet there. Maybe you cried — that's OK. We need to mourn, or grieve, over losing people and animals and other things we love.


But just like when you skin your knee, the first, intense pain will go away after a while. It takes time for your knee to heal, but it hurts less and less each day. It's the same when somebody dies. That doesn't mean we forget or stop missing people who died. After a while, we can go back to our lives, still loving them and remembering them always.


Remembering people we love who have died is one way to keep them a part of us. Pictures help us do this. Looking at a photo album can help us remember fun times we had together. Lots of families bury the bodies of loved ones in a cemetery. Then they can go and visit someone's grave. It's not that they think of the dead person as really being there, but it is a special place to go and think about how much that person meant to them.




What About Me?


When someone dies, you may start to wonder if the other people in your life will also die soon. You may ask yourself, "Will my mom or dad die?" or "Will I die?" The best thing you can do is share these thoughts with your family. It may be difficult — maybe even a little painful — to talk about these things, but it can feel good to share your feelings. It's important to talk about any fears you may have instead of hiding them or pretending you aren't scared. The people who love you want to know you're having these feelings so they can help.


Did you know you can also help the grownups around you when they're sad that someone has died? Can you remember a funny story about the person who died? Or something nice that person did for you? Tell the good stories you remember out loud. They will make everyone feel a little better.


If I'm Going to Die Someday, What Should I Do Now?




There are many things about death we do not know and may never know. We do know that it will happen, someday, to all of us. But you should not worry or wonder about it for very long. There are too many wonderful things to experience in the many, many years ahead.




UNESCO Announces INDIAN National Anthem Jana gana mana As Best in the World.

World Top national anthem announced by UNESCO :
Our national anthem (desiya geetham) jana gana mana lyrics written by Rabindranath Tagore is announced as best of the worlds national anthems by UNESCO .

So proud to be an Indian !


Life in Four photos (Meaningful)



Very Touching - Nice story !



My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.


Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now ransformed into the cause of all my restlessness.


I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.


One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.


"Why?" he asked, shocked.
"I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I
answered.
He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"


Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is
the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"
He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...."
My hopes just sank by listening to his response.


I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.."
This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.


"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.


You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "


My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk... I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....


Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.


Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...

I SALUTE THEE TEACHER

" A good teacher is like a candle - it consumes itself to light the way for others. "


Gurubrahma,

Guruvishnu,
Gurudevo Maheshwara,
Gurushatshath Parabrahmah Thasmaishri ,
Guruvae Namaha !

I salute thee my teacher.

You are Brahma, you are Vishnu and you are Maheshwar. Such was the devotion the students had for the teacher in ancient India. Matha, Pitha and Guru – that is the order. The teacher is next to mother and father. Father and mother – they give birth; but the teacher – he shows the way and leads a student from darkness into light through thick jungles and dark.

Who is a teacher?

A teacher is a precious companion, a mother part time. She patches up the bruises and wipes away the tears. She is a very good listener, a playmate at recess. A teacher is laughter and a child’s dearest friend.

We celebrate teachers day in India, a day on which respect and affection is accorded to our teachers. The day it falls on September 5th, is the birth anniversary of Sarvapalli Radhakrishnan, former president and a much loves and respected teacher.

Students might become doctors, engineers, politicians or anything else, but do we celebrate a doctors’ day or an engineers’ day or a ministers’ day? ... because no other profession acts a ladder for the others growth...except the Teaching !

Teachers are the world’s light. They direct our energy, teach us to honour truth in work and play, help us build the right foundation here and give us ideals to live with everyday. Our beloved teachers, you love us, you lead us, you make us wise, you make us good and you are our ladders...but even when we reach miles, you are always the same ?


Two Lovers plan to Suicide.
Boy jumped first;


Girl closed her eyes and (as usual ) forgetting the plan of suicide returns back saying Love is Blind.


The Boy, in mid-air (on seeing the girl) opened his parachute saying Love never Dies. !!

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