Showing posts with label story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story. Show all posts

Saturday, May 11, 2024

एक छोटी सी कहानी – अपना 100% दो।

 एक बार की बात है कि एक बच्चा और एक बच्ची दोनों एक बीच के किनारे खेल रहे थे लड़के के पास कुछ मार्बल्स के टुकड़े थे, और लड़की के पास कुछ मिठाइयां थे। 

फिर उस बच्चे ने उस बच्ची से बोला कि अगर तुम यह मिठाइयां मुझे दोगी तो मैं मेरा सारा मार्बल का टुकड़ा तुमको दे दूंगा। और वह बच्ची मान गई।

फिर उसे बच्चों ने अपने पास सबसे खूबसूरत और बड़े मार्बल के टुकड़े को अपने पास रख दिया और बाकी के बच्चे जितने मार्बल के टुकड़े उसने उस बच्ची को दे दिया।

फिर उसे बची ने जिस तरह वादा किया था, कि पूरा मिठाई उसको दूंगी, तो उसने अपना सारा मिठाई उस लड़के के हवाले कर दिया। 

उस रात तो वो बची बहुत अच्छे नींद से सोई, लेकिन वह बचा इस फिक्र में पूरी रात ठीक से सो नहीं पाया, कि जिस तरह मैंने अपना बेस्ट यानी खूबसूरत और बड़ी मार्बल्स अपने पास रख लिए थे,

कहीं इस लड़की ने अपने सबसे बेहतरीन मिठाई अपने पास तो नहीं रख लिए। इसने मुझे धोखा तो नहीं दिया। इस फिक्र में पूरी रात सोचता रहा। 

इस कहानी से हमे सिख मिलती हैं :- अगर आप अपने रिलेशनशिप में हंड्रेड परसेंट नहीं दोगे, तो आप हमेशा अपने रिलेशनशिप में डाउट करोगे। तो अपने रिलेशनशिप में हंड्रेड परसेंट दीजिए। 

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The Tiger and the Strawberry

 A Zen Master who, while out walking one day, is confronted by a ferocious, man-eating tiger. He slowly backs away from the animal, only to find that he is trapped at the edge of a high cliff; the tiger snarls with hunger, and pursues the Master. His only hope of escape is to suspend himself over the abyss by holding onto a vine that grows at its edge. As the Master dangles from the cliff, two mice – one white and one black – begin to gnaw on the vine he is clutching on. If he climbs back up, the tiger will surely devour him, if he stays then there is the certain death of a long fall onto the jagged rocks. The slender vine begins to give way, and death is imminent. Just then the precariously suspended Zen Master notices a lovely ripe wild strawberry growing along the cliff’s edge. He plucks the succulent berry and pops it into his mouth. He is heard to say: “This lovely strawberry, how sweet it tastes.

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Thursday, May 9, 2024

Short Story: Potatoes, Eggs, and Coffee Beans

 Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed.

Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot.

He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing.

After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.

He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. “Daughter, what do you see?”

“Potatoes, eggs, and coffee,” she hastily replied.

“Look closer,” he said, “and touch the potatoes.” She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Its rich aroma brought a smile to her face.

“Father, what does this mean?” she asked.

He then explained that the potatoes, the eggs and coffee beans had each faced the same adversity– the boiling water.

However, each one reacted differently.

The potato went in strong, hard, and unrelenting, but in boiling water, it became soft and weak.

The egg was fragile, with the thin outer shell protecting its liquid interior until it was put in the boiling water. Then the inside of the egg became hard.

However, the ground coffee beans were unique. After they were exposed to the boiling water, they changed the water and created something new.

“Which are you,” he asked his daughter. “When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a potato, an egg, or a coffee bean? “

Moral:In life, things happen around us, things happen to us, but the only thing that truly matters is what happens within us.

Which one are you?

Original story here

Wednesday, May 8, 2024

The Man Who Said Yes

 A man went to a Buddhist monastery for a silent retreat. After he finished, he felt better, calmer, stronger, but something was missing. The teacher said he could talk to one of the monks before he left.

The man thought for a while, then asked: “How do you find peace?”

The monk said: “I say yes. To everything that happens, I say yes.”

When the man returned home, he was enlightened.

This one is actually real. The man is Kamal Ravikant. In an interview, he shares his interpretation of the monk’s advice:

“Most of our pain, most of our suffering comes from resistance to what is. Life is. And when we resist what life is, we suffer. When you can say yes to life, surrender to life and say: “Okay, what should I be now?” That’s where power comes from.”

When the weather is bad, when your crush won’t answer, when the obstacle won’t budge, don’t say no. Don’t dig in your heels and push and shove until your veins pop out in frustration. Say yes. Accept. Breathe. Life is flowing. Always. It’s us trying to swim upstream. Let the current carry you instead.


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Thursday, September 14, 2023

Mountain Buck and Village Doe

 Once upon a time, in northern India, there was a herd of village deer. They were used to being near villages; they were born there and grew up there. They knew they had to be very careful around people. This was especially true at harvest time, when the crops were tall, and the farmers trapped and killed any deer who came near.

At harvest time, the village deer stayed in the forest all day long. They only came near the village during the dark of the night. One of these was a beautiful young doe. She had soft reddish-brown fur, a fluffy white tail and big wide bright eyes.

During this particular season, there was a young mountain buck who had strayed into the same low forest. One day, he saw the beautiful young doe, and immediately became infatuated with her. He didn't know anything about her. But he imagined himself to be deeply in love with her, just because of her reddish-brown fur and her fluffy white tail and her big wide bright eyes. He even dreamed about her, although she did not know he existed!

After a few days, the young mountain buck decided to introduce himself. As he was walking out into the clearing where she was grazing, he was entranced by her appearance and could not take his eyes off her. He began speaking: "Oh my sweet beauty, as lovely as the stars and as bright as the moon, I confess to you that I am deeply" - Just then the young buck's hoof got caught in a root, he tripped and fell, and his face splashed in a mud puddle! The pretty village doe was flattered, so she smiled. But inside, she thought this mountain buck was really rather silly!

Meanwhile, unknown to the deer, there was a clan of tree fairies living in that part of the forest. They had been watching the mountain buck, while he secretly watched the village doe. When he walked out into the clearing, began his speech, and fell in the mud puddle - the fairies laughed and laughed. "What fools these dumb animals are!" they cried. But one fairy did not laugh. He said,"I fear this is a warning of danger to this young fool!"