Friday, July 4, 2014

THE OWNER


THE OWNER

Near Tokyo lived a great Samurai, now old, had decided to teach Zen Buddhism to young people.
One afternoon, a warrior – known for his complete lack of scruples – arrived there. The young and impatient warrior had never lost a fight. Hearing of the Samurai’s reputation, he had come to defeat him, and increase his fame. All the students were against the idea, but the old man accepted the challenge.
Everyone gathered on the town square, and the young man started insulting the old master. He threw a few rocks in his direction, spat in his face, shouted every insult under the sun – he even insulted his ancestors. For hours, he did everything to provoke him, but the old man remained impassive. At the end of the afternoon, feeling exhausted and humiliated, the impetuous warrior left.
Disappointed by the fact that the master had received so many insults and provocations; the students asked: “How could you bear such indignity? Why didn’t you use your sword, even knowing you might lose the fight, instead of displaying your cowardice in front of us all?”
“If someone comes to you with a gift, and you do not accept it, who does the gift belong to?” – asked the old Samurai.
“He who tried to deliver it.” – replied one of his disciples.
“The same goes for envy, anger and insults.” – said the master. “When they are not accepted, they continue to belong to the owner who carried them.”
~ It’s absolutely upon us as to what and who we become, sometimes ignorance helps to remain true to human values and be more empowered. ~

THE BURNT TOAST


THE BURNT TOAST

When  I was a kid, my mom liked to cook food and every now & then I remember she used to cook for us. One night in particular when she had made dinner after a long hard day at work, mom placed a plate of bread jam and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I was waiting to see if anyone noticed the burnt toast.
But dad just ate his toast and asked me how was my day at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember I heard mom apologizing to dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said: “I love burned toast.”
Later that night, I asked dad if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your mamma put in a long hard day at work today and she was really tired. And besides, a burnt toast never hurts anyone but harsh words do!”
~ It is important to realize that words have power. We can make a fresh toast but we cannot repair a burnt heart~

COMMON SENSE


COMMON SENSE

A 24 year old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted…“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”
Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity.

Suddenly he exclaimed… “Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”

The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man…“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor? He lacks basic common sense ”
The old man smiled and said…“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.”

 ~ Being judgemental is so easy that anyone can but one should make the facts clear first, opinions and reality are different most of the times ~