Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
S H M I L Y.....
Again a Short Inspiring Story, Which i read today, As narrated by a little girl of Age 12....
My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word 'shmily' in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving 'shmily' around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged 'shmily' with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding w/ blue food coloring. 'Shmily' was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave 'shmily' on the very last sheet.
There was no end to the places 'shmily' would pop up. Little notes with 'shmily' scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards, and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. 'Shmily' was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparent' house as the furniture.
It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparent' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky experience.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome an old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew 'how to pick'em'. Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparent' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
'Shmily.' It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.
Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
S-H-M-I-L-Y : See How Much I Love You.
My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word 'shmily' in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving 'shmily' around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged 'shmily' with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding w/ blue food coloring. 'Shmily' was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave 'shmily' on the very last sheet.
There was no end to the places 'shmily' would pop up. Little notes with 'shmily' scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards, and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. 'Shmily' was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparent' house as the furniture.
It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparent' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky experience.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome an old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew 'how to pick'em'. Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparent' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
'Shmily.' It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.
Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
S-H-M-I-L-Y : See How Much I Love You.
Nice Humans Still On Earth...
Hi All,
Today...(18th of August 2010 B.C),I went to my univ as usual late at 8.50am for a 8.30 am class...since there was a real accident today near the univ exit from the highway, Then attended a class...which was interesting, since it was a tutorial of solving problems in Project Management, there i met a guy, obviously by his looks i could figure it out, he must me an Indian. Had a warm greetings and asked about hometown, as i know he was from my hometown chennai, we got closer and he invited me for their home in our first meet itself. So kind of him....Then, we drove to his place which is 5kms away from univ and had a chat there. He was like a open Book, said about this personal life, frankly and his nature and attitude. I always likes person, who speaks out frankly, on face and say" This is how i am, thats my nature", than the guys who acts smart in front and have something cunning in their mind and heart...Then we had a chat for like half an hour and he shared many things about the univ and life there in that suburb...We shared a lot about our Past, Present and Future as a brief. He shared me lot of stuffs about the studies and univ and detailed my about all the subjects in the first meet itself. He touched my heart and stole my day. Still i am thinking about the meeting and the stuffs he shared with me...So still Good Souls are living in this earth..The thing is that how we meet them, they act accordingly how we speak to them...So be a good soul to get as many good souls as possible surrounding you always...It matters a lot...It speaks about you...It can even you be alive in this earth, in many hearts even your body leaves this earth...
Always With Lots of Love & Care,
Dinse.
Today...(18th of August 2010 B.C),I went to my univ as usual late at 8.50am for a 8.30 am class...since there was a real accident today near the univ exit from the highway, Then attended a class...which was interesting, since it was a tutorial of solving problems in Project Management, there i met a guy, obviously by his looks i could figure it out, he must me an Indian. Had a warm greetings and asked about hometown, as i know he was from my hometown chennai, we got closer and he invited me for their home in our first meet itself. So kind of him....Then, we drove to his place which is 5kms away from univ and had a chat there. He was like a open Book, said about this personal life, frankly and his nature and attitude. I always likes person, who speaks out frankly, on face and say" This is how i am, thats my nature", than the guys who acts smart in front and have something cunning in their mind and heart...Then we had a chat for like half an hour and he shared many things about the univ and life there in that suburb...We shared a lot about our Past, Present and Future as a brief. He shared me lot of stuffs about the studies and univ and detailed my about all the subjects in the first meet itself. He touched my heart and stole my day. Still i am thinking about the meeting and the stuffs he shared with me...So still Good Souls are living in this earth..The thing is that how we meet them, they act accordingly how we speak to them...So be a good soul to get as many good souls as possible surrounding you always...It matters a lot...It speaks about you...It can even you be alive in this earth, in many hearts even your body leaves this earth...
Always With Lots of Love & Care,
Dinse.
Treasure every moment you have
To realize
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.
To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.
To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.
To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to:
A premature baby.
To realize
The value of one week::
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the a train, bus or plane.
To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.
And to realize
The value of one- millisecond:
Ask an athlete who lost his
Lost his medal in a race.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
You can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend or family member:
LOSE ONE.
Remember.....
Hold on tight to the ones you love!!!
The value of a sister/brother
Ask someone
Who doesn't have one.
To realize
The value of ten years:
Ask a newly
Divorced couple.
To realize
The value of four years:
Ask a graduate.
To realize
The value of one year:
Ask a student who
Has failed a final exam.
To realize
The value of nine months:
Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize
The value of one month:
Ask a mother
Who has given birth to:
A premature baby.
To realize
The value of one week::
Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize
The value of one minute:
Ask a person
Who has missed the a train, bus or plane.
To realize
The value of one-second:
Ask a person
Who has survived an accident.
And to realize
The value of one- millisecond:
Ask an athlete who lost his
Lost his medal in a race.
Time waits for no one.
Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when
You can share it with someone special.
To realize the value of a friend or family member:
LOSE ONE.
Remember.....
Hold on tight to the ones you love!!!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Don't be serious, be sincere
Here i would like to say something which i read some days back...from chetan Bhagat, one of the simple but powerful Indian writer. Usually i don't like to read long novels, But i tried started many but bored always, i started one story of this author and it was quite interesting and completed it within few days...Here is one of his thought which i liked to share...
Everyone always asks. this question...How the Life should be...? We always blabber something...but he keeps it very simple...I liked it...I want my life to be in this way "Life is not to be serious...but sincere". Hope u all enjoy it...
Everyone always asks. this question...How the Life should be...? We always blabber something...but he keeps it very simple...I liked it...I want my life to be in this way "Life is not to be serious...but sincere". Hope u all enjoy it...
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