samedi 28 février 2009
lovE r argumentS......?
I read one story in mail....
My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. . I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.
"Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.
My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?" He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow.... " My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....
My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.
You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. " My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. ... and as I continue on reading...
"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread..... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.
Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...
lundi 23 février 2009
whO understandS.....?
Someone Who UnderstandsA store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read: "Puppies For Sale". Signs like that have a way of attracting small children and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner's sign.
"How much are you going to sell the puppies for?" he asked.
The store owner replied, "Anywhere from $30 to $50."
The little boy reached in his pocket and pulled out some change.
"I have $2.37," he said. "Can I please look at them?"
The store owner smiled and whistled and out of the kennel came Lady, who ran out in the aisle of his store followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur. One puppy was lagging considerably behind.
Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, "What's wrong with that little dog?"
The store owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn't have a hip socket. It would always be lame.
The little boy became excited. "That is the puppy that I want to buy."
The store owner said, "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll just give him to you."
The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner's eyes, pointing his finger, and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I'll pay full price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for."
The store owner countered, "You really don't want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies."
To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the store owner and softly replied, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands."
Don't we all need someone who understands?
~"Puppies For Sale" by Dan Clark~
jeudi 19 février 2009
அன்று பெற்றேடுத்தார்கள்.. இன்று தத்தெடுப்போம் !!
வீதியெங்கும் வண்ணதாள்களை நட்சத்திரமாய்
ஆர்ப்பரித்து, அலங்கரித்து
ஆயிரம் கடன் இருந்தும்
தங்க மணலில் தன் மகன் பெயரெழுதி,
(சு)வாசித்தனர் அவனை பெற்றோர் !!
உயிரிலே கலந்த உறவாய்,
ஒரு தெய்வமகனாய் உயர்த்தினர்.
அவனுயர, தானே எண்னைணயும் திரியும் ஆகி
தன் மகன் வாழ்வில் ஒளியேற்றினர் !!
முடிந்தது பள்ளிப்படிப்பு,
துவங்கியது பட்டப்படிப்பு
வரவுகளின்றி செலவுகள் பல செய்து,
Cell phone Bill சகிதம் அனைத்தும்,
Special Fees என பெற்றோர் வசம் சுமத்தி,
நினைவறிய குறையின்றி வளர்த்தோரை,
மறந்து, மறைத்து
தேடுகிறாய் உனது வாழ்கை துணையை !!
நெஞ்சு பொறுக்குதில்லையே
இந்த பாசமறியா மைந்தனை நினைக்கையில்
பெற்றோரின் கண்ணீரால் வளர்ந்த பூ
என்பதாலோ என்னவோ,
இவனுக்கில்லை இரக்கம்,
ஒரு துளி .. ..
மேல் நாட்டில், வேலைக்காரி சம்பளம் மிக உயர்வு,
மேல் நாட்டில், வேலைக்காரி சம்பளம் மிக உயர்வு,
எதற்கு வீண்செலவு?
தாயை மட்டும் அழைத்து செல்கிறான்,
சம்பளமில்லா வேலைக்காரியாக !!
மலர் மாலையாக இருந்தவளை
மலர்வளையமாக மாற்றி விட்டான்
நண்பனே நினைத்து பார்?
திரைக்கடல் ஓடியும் திரவியம் தேடலாம்.
தினறடிக்கலாமோ உனது பெற்றோரை ??
இழிவு இழிவு பெற்றோரை நோதல் இழிவு,
அதனினும் இழிவு அவர் பிரிந்து வாழ்தல் !!
உடனே ஒன்றுபடு! உணர்ந்து செயல்படு !!
இன்றேல்,
அன்று உன்னை பெற்றேடுத்தார்கள்
இன்று நாங்கள் தத்தெடுப்போம் .. ..
வேண்டாமே அந்த இழி சொல் !!
mercredi 18 février 2009
ForeveR u StaY....
I WROTE YOUR NAME ON A PIECE OF PAPER
BUT I ACCIDENTALLY THREW IT AWAY.
I WROTE YOUR NAME ON MY HAND,
BUT IT WASHED AWAY.
I WROTE YOUR NAME IN THE SAND,
BUT THE WAVES WHISPERED IT AWAY.
I WROTE YOUR NAME IN MY HEART,
AND FOREVER IT WILL STAY.
BUT I ACCIDENTALLY THREW IT AWAY.
I WROTE YOUR NAME ON MY HAND,
BUT IT WASHED AWAY.
I WROTE YOUR NAME IN THE SAND,
BUT THE WAVES WHISPERED IT AWAY.
I WROTE YOUR NAME IN MY HEART,
AND FOREVER IT WILL STAY.
-- mi hermana
tamoul.. de mi hermana
la première parole de mi hermana.... en tamoul...ஐஸ்யாக் உனக்கு தமிழ் படிக்க தெரியாதா?
கவலை படாதே
நான் உனக்கு சொல்லிததாரேன்...
vendredi 13 février 2009
For hire....?
Once upon a time the government with Ruling Party XYZ had a vast scrap yard in the middle of a desert.Ruling Party XYZ Said- "Someone may steal from it at night."
So they created a night watchman position and hired a person for the job.
Then Ruling Party XYZ Said- "How does the watchman do his job without instructions?"
So they created a planning department and hired two people, one person to write the instructions, and one person to do time studies.
Then Ruling Party XYZ Said- "How will we know the night watchman is doing the tasks correctly?"
So they created a Quality Control department and hired two people. One to do the studies and one to write the reports.
Then Ruling Party XYZ Said- "How are these people going to get paid?"
So they created the following positions, a time keeper, and a payroll officer, then hired two people.
Then Ruling Party XYZ Said- "Who will be accountable for all of these people?"
So they created an administrative section and hired three people, an Administrative Officer, Assistant Administrative Officer, and a Legal Secretary.
Then Ruling Party XYZ Said- "Who shall manage the entire thing?"
So they hired all the management professionals. The CEO, CFO and all the board of directors were in place.
Then Ruling Party XYZ Said- "We have had this command in operation for one year and we are $18,000 over budget, we must cutback overall cost."
So the night watchman was laid off.