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Hi frdz, With all tht XL fiasco(yet to be called so),there is very rampant need to resharpen our moral values.There are already threads on Sher-o-shayari,Funny Jokes and other inspirational thgz for CAT.But I cldn't find one related to moral val...
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Hi frdz,
With all tht XL fiasco(yet to be called so),there is very rampant need to resharpen our moral values.There are already threads on Sher-o-shayari,Funny Jokes and other inspirational thgz for CAT.But I cldn't find one related to moral values.So I hv posted here two little stories Hope u all hv grt reading.
First Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve.

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy
entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass
water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked.
cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his
pocket and studied the coins in it. "Well how much is a plain dish of
cream?", he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and
waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely
The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice
cream," he
said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and
walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the
There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five
pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have
enough left to leave her a tip.
The question here related to the story is

1)How many of us still remember to say a small 'Thank You' to the teacher who distributes our Ques-Ans paper?
Second Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts.

what you said is very true. we often forget how important is to remind the society .tyhe people who indirectly helps us oneway or the other that we owe a debt to them. the funny thing is that it only requires a smile and a thanks. when the question paper is served we are so busy with the paper that we forget to say thanks to the teacher. i thank you for starting the thread, because in this world with its fast pace and all its artificialness. keep it up mate
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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 anybody'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.

"Nobody'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,

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.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others

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Nice posts. Some simple moral lessons :

1. Help an elderly person (senior citizen) cross the road whenever you find them in trouble.
2.If someone is carryng a lot of luggage or has his/her hands occupied doing anything else open the door for him/her.
3. Be good to people on Phone.
4. Be very decent in front of kids, you never know who has started considering you a role model and in tryng to immitate you.
5.Smile when saying goodbye to anyone.
6. In this scorching summer offer water to anyone whom you find looks exhausted provided you have water to give.
7. Appreciate and respect people who appreciate or respect you!
8. Learn never to say good bye ( forever) to friends on small issues.


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Let's just rename the thread "chicken soup for the PG's"

good work guys, just keep it going.........
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Excellent thread this , just managed to find it out ..

Read thru all the posts and it definitely helps to build new thoughts and adopt a new way of thinking . Some really gr8 posts on this thread ...

well , continuing the beat ...heres one from my side ....

This is so beautiful. And so true.

And they call some of these people "retarded"...
A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics,
nine contestants, all physically or mentally
disabled,assembled at the starting line for the
100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not
exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race
to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little
boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple
of times, and began to cry. The other eight heard the
boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they
all turned around and went back......every one of
them. One girl with Downs Syndrome bent down and
kissed him and said, "This will make it better." Then
all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish
line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering
went on for several minutes. People who were there are
still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we
know this one thing: What matters in this life is more
than winning for ourselves. What matters in this life
is helping others win, even if it means slowing down
and changing our course. If you pass this on, we may
be able to change our hearts as well as someone

"A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle."
One of my favorites is, "Does my candle shine brighter
if I blow someone elses out?"

Keep pouring in and keep this thread alive

Cheers !

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Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.

Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."

"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers. "Yuck" says her daughter.

"How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"

"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?" "Mom, those are all yucky!"

To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!

God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!

God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.

Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
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Yes Pooja ...
even i make it a point that even when i buy a cup of tea from a local khoka outside my office i give a smile to the kid there and say thanx ...and trust me what u say i have seen it happen ..the kid's face simply lightens up as he feels personalised ...
I hope in our small and affordable ways we can make the world a better place to live

u guys tk cr

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Sympathy Vs Compassion
I heard a story about Fiorello LaGuardia who was mayor of New York City during the worst days of the Great Depression and all of WWII. He was adored by many New Yorkers who took to calling him the "Little Flower," because he was so short and always wore a carnation in his lapel. He was a colorful character - he rode the New York City fire trucks, raided city "speakeasies" with the police department, took entire orphanages to baseball games, and when the New York newspapers went on strike, he got on the radio and read the Sunday funnies to the kids.

One bitterly cold night in January of 1935, the mayor turned up at a night court that served the poorest ward of the city. LaGuardia dismissed the judge for the evening and took over the bench himself. Within a few minutes, a tattered old woman was brought before him, charged with stealing a loaf of bread. She told LaGuardia that her daughter's husband had deserted her, her daughter was sick, and her two grandchildren were starving.

But the shopkeeper, from whom the bread was stolen, refused to drop the charges. "It's a real bad neighborhood, your Honor," the man told the mayor. "She's got to be punished to teach other people around here a lesson."

LaGuardia sighed. He turned to the woman and said, "I've got to punish you. The law makes no exceptions. Ten dollars or ten days in jail." But even as he pronounced sentence, the mayor was already reaching into his pocket. He extracted a bill and tossed it into his famous hat, saying, "Here is the ten dollar fine which I now remit; and furthermore I am going to fine everyone in this courtroom fifty cents for living in a town where a person has to steal bread so that her grandchildren can eat. Mr. Bailiff, collect the fines and give them to the defendant."

The following day, New York City newspapers reported that $47.50 was turned over to a bewildered woman who had stolen a loaf of bread to feed her starving grandchildren. Fifty cents of that amount was contributed by the grocery store owner himself, while some seventy petty criminals, people with traffic violations, and New York City policemen, each of whom had just paid fifty cents for the privilege of doing so, gave the mayor a standing ovation.

Someone beautifully said, "Sympathy sees and says, I'm Sorry"
"Compassion sees and says, 'I'll help.'
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Then What?

What if you won the lottery?
What if you won a big one, like 100 million or so?
What would you do?
Let's go down the usual list.

Pay off the home (no make that buy a mansion - cash).
Buy several exotic cars
Buy clothes
Travel to exotic places
Hire servants (maids, chefs and chauffeurs)
Take care of relatives (mama at a minimum)

Then what?

What do you mean "Then What?"
I hear many of you asking, "Isn't that enough?
How can there be a "then what" after all of that?"

You see people; it's the "then what" stuff that makes the real difference in life. All of the stuff on the above list, you will get tired of in six months or less. The excitement will wear off.

You will get bored. People will be after you for your money. You will get paranoid. You will discover relatives that you didn't know existed or at least you hadn't heard from in years.

They all will want one thing and it won't be your companionship.
So, you will get paranoid, as everyone wants your money.
Then what?

We often make the mistake of assuming that money will solve all of our problems. Money will only solve money problems.

In my experience in business and in ministry, I usually find that it's the "other stuff" that's the real problem, not money. Often the "other stuff" is the reason for the money problems.

Let's start with the list of what you would do if you won a big lottery and I want to show you how you can live just as happy (if not happier) without the big lottery win.

Pay off the home (no make that buy a mansion - cash).

A house is NOT a home. Many have houses but not homes.
Many have mansions but not homes.
You can't buy a home, only a house.
A home is made with love, friendship, and loyalty.
You can't buy those either.
But you can get them without a big cash influx.

Buy several exotic cars
I have a fairly fancy car now but it pales in comparison to my first car. A Corvair. Not a Corvette, a 1966 Corvair. That was the car Ralph Nader campaigned against because he thought it was unsafe. I paid $125.00 for it. It leaked a trail of oil wherever it went. It smoked. It jerked. It might not get you where you intended to go, but it was mine. It was exotic. I got more thrill from that Corvair than from my fancy car now. Exotic is in the mind. Notice the hot graphics on the bus you are riding? Exotic is in the mind.

Buy clothes
A friend of mind saw Stephen Spielberg in a bookstore. Spielberg is the big movie producer of many of the all time great Hollywood movies. Spielberg is worth hundreds of millions if not billions. He was dressed in shorts, tennis shoes with no socks, and a floppy hat. You can afford to look like multi-multi millionaire
Stephen Spielberg. Is that exotic enough for you?

Travel to exotic places
There are still a world of things in my city that I have never seen. Places that I have never walked. Streets that I have never driven. People that I have never met. So it is with your city. If you are not happy in your city, you won't find happiness on top of some foreign mountain or in some posh village.

Hire servants (maids, chefs and chauffeurs)
Invite your little niece or nephew over and pay them a toy to help you clean up. That will liven up your day.

Take care of relatives (mama at a minimum)
If your parents or grandparents are still alive, I can guarantee that they want to talk with you more than you talk with them. Talk costs you nothing but time and you don't have to win the lottery to have that. They want a little of your time, not a new house. Take care of them.

No matter how little (or much) you earn, always put something aside. I have seen that saving is a habit that's not dependant on income but on discipline.

The things that you do after the "then what?" will ultimately be more important than your list if you won 100 million.

If you've understood this, congratulations on winning the big one.

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Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities? Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today.

Its so true. We realise things only after we loose the particular person or thing forever. Unfortunately we never learn to value things we have.

Thank you :

I make it a point to thank anyone who serves me or helps me, rite from the shop owner, to those who work at our place. I know I am not the only one who does this, and anyone who does the same knows how the face lits up when you say thank you to them. And it costs nothing
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dear pronto
It is really a good lesson to learn from the post.They r real interesting posts yaar
Keep posting....such goodies..
Kartik C

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The Cookie Monster
At an airport one night with several long hours before her flight, she hunted for a book in an airport shop, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, "If I wasn't so nice, I would blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought....ooh, brother!
This guy had some nerve and he's also rude, why he didn't even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she'd been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share.

Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!
How many times have we absolutely known that something was a certain way, only to discover later that what we believed to be true....was not?
Always Keep An Open Mind And An Open Heart, Because.........................We Just Never Know....


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Five More Minutes
While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground. "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.
"He's a fine looking boy" the man said. "That's my son on the swing in the blue sweater." Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son. "What do you say we go, Todd?" Todd pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes."
The man nodded and Todd continued to swing to his heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. "Time to go now?" Again Todd pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes." The man smiled and said, "O.K."
"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.
The man smiled and then said, "My older son Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Todd. He thinks he has five more minutes to swing. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch him play."
Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities? Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today.


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Parable Of The Pencil

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.

"There are 5 things you need to know," he told the pencil, "Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be."

"One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand."

"Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil."

"Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make."

"Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside."

"And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write."

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart.

Now replacing the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best person you can be.

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.

Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you'll need it to become a stronger person.

Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you might make.

Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the inside.

And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.

Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are a special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot make a change.
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The Mexican Fisherman

The American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.

Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, "Only a little while."

The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?"

The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs."

The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life."

The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the
processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to
Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise."

The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"

To which the American replied, "15 to 20 years."

"But what then?" asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions."

"Millions?...Then what?"

The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."
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