There may be days when you get up in the morning and things aren’t the way you had hoped they would be…
That’s when you have to tell yourself that things will get better.. There are times when people disappoint you and let you down…
But those are the times when you must remind yourself to trust your own judgments and opinions, to keep your life focused on believing in yourself..
There will be challenges to face and changes to make in your life, and it is up to you to accept them..
Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction for you.. It may not be easy at times, but in those times of struggle you will find a stronger sense of who you are..
So when the days come that are filled with frustration and unexpected responsibilities, remember to believe in yourself and all you want your life to be.. Because the challenges and changes will only help you to find the goals that you know are meant to come true for you..
Imagine there is a bank, which credits your account each morning with Rs 86,400, carries over no balance from day to day, allows you to keep no cash balance, and every evening cancels whatever part of the amount you had failed to use during the day.. What would you do?.
Draw out every pence, of course!.
Well, everyone has such a bank.. Its name is Time.. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose.. It carries over no balance.. It allows no overdraft..
Each day it opens a new account for you.. Each night it burns the records of the day.. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours..
There is no going back.. There is no drawing against the
Therefore, there is never not enough time or too much time.. Time management is decided by us alone and nobody else.. It is never the case of us not having enough time to do things, but the case of whether we want to do it..____
One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well.. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.. Finally he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.. He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him.. They all grabbed a shovel and begin to shovel dirt into the well.. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly..
Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well and was astonished at what he saw.. With every shovel of dirt that fell on his back, the donkey was doing some thing amazing.. He would shake it off and take a step up.. As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up..
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and totted off!..
#Moral: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.. The trick is too not to get bogged down by it.. We can get out of the deepest wells by not stopping.. And by never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!!.
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood.. I remember well the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box..
I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it.. Then discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know..
“Information Please” could supply any body’s number and the correct time..
My first personal experience with this genie in the bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor.. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer..
The pain was terrible, but there didn’t seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger., finally arriving at the stairway…
The telephone!. Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing.. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear..
“Information Please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear..
I hurt my finger I wailed into the phone.. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience..
Isn’t your mother home ? came the question..
No body’s home but me, I blubbered…
Are you bleeding ?. the voice asked..
No, I replied.. I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts..
Can you open your icebox ? she asked.. I said I could…
Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger, said the voice..
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything.. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was.. She helped me with my math.. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts..
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died.. I called “Information Please” and told her the sad story.. She listened, then said the usual things grown ups say to soothe a child.. But I was un-consoled. I asked her, Why is it that birds should sing so beautiful and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage ?.
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in..
Somehow I felt better..
Another day I was on the telephone. “Information Please.”.
“Information,” said the now familiar voice..
How do you spell fix ? I asked..
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall.. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.. Often, In moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy..
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle I had about half an hour or so between planes.. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now.. Then, without thinking what I was doing,, I dialed my hometown operator and said,, “Information, please.”
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well..
I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, Could you please tell me how to spell fix.?.
There was a long pause.. Then came the soft spoken answer, I guess your finger must have healed by now..
I laughed, So it’s really still you, I said. I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time..
I wonder, she said, if you know how much your calls meant to me.. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls..
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister..
Please do, she said.. Just ask for Sally…
Three months later I was back in Seattle.. A different voice answered, “Information.”
I asked for Sally. “Are you a friend?” she said.
Yes, a very old friend, I answered…
I’m sorry to have to tell you this, she said.. Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago… Before I could hang up she said, Wait a minute.. Did you say your name was Paul
Well, Sally left a message for you.. She wrote it down in case you called.. Let me read it to you. The note said, Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in.. He’ll know what I mean.
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant…
#Moral: Never underestimate the impression you may make on others….___
Successful people don’t sleep in.. They wake up early, ready to attack the day. How early ?. It can range from 4:30 AM..
for Apple CEO Tim Cook to around 5 AM.. for Xerox CEO Ursula Burns to former Procter & Gamble CEO A,G. Lafley’s 5:30 AM. wake up call.. Early risers have many advantages..
They tend to procrastinate less compared with people who stay up late at night.. People who wake up early are also less stressed, because instead of rushing out the door, they take time for themselves and prepare for their day.. Not a morning person ?. Gradually work on waking up early..
For instance, wake up 15 minutes earlier for a week and then 20 minutes for the next week, and keep going until you reach your goal wake-up time..
I typically get up, meditate for at least 10 minutes using an app called Headspace, and then give myself time to drink tea, eat breakfast, and catch up on social media..
It’s the one time of day I can be silent and allow my brain to relax before getting heavy into my day..
Anthony was a very lazy boy and always used to postpone things..
One day his father called him and made him understand the value of time that one should always do things on time.. Anthony promised his father that he would never postpone things..
One day, he came to know that he had won the first prize in a singing competition that was held the previous month.. He was asked to collect the prize the same day.. He didn’t care and went to collect the prize the next day.. But the prize became useless for him, as it was a ticket to a circus show, which was held the previous day….
A Confused Mind The word confusion sometimes makes you spin your head and lose everything.. Sometimes it brings you a new idea and gets you on right path..
As I grow older, I have more and more responsibilities and obligations to myself and my dear ones..
Basically I have had a very simple family background that they (my parents) themselves are struggling for their day to day life happening.. As I talk to my parents, I get to know that they are still not in a good financial status..
One of the major reasons why I was sent to India was just to relieve their financial burden an extra belly in a family with limited means of livelihood…
Honestly, sometimes I feel that I am nowhere fit in this world.. I am like a good guy that lost in a crowd with oh yes I think that I remember that guy but.. Even though I go to work regularly reading a lots about business and idea, a part of me is like where I am now..
Obviously a guy getting close to 30 years old needs to have a decent job and a woman of his taste.. Here I am like parachute hanging on the tree..
My close and dear ones are worried about my future and a woman that partner with me.. They try to hook me up with a desi gal in abroad, so that I have more comfortable life rather than working hard in India with little here and there..
However I am still like I don’t know about marriage and need some more times to think. It’s odd times for me.. Hopefully that confused mind won’t drain my energy and loose temper..
Our, believes totally depend on our everyday attitude. Reading and writing stuffs may help me to get on celebration…__