tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52799207210120518232024-02-07T18:59:10.191+05:30Motivating, Inspirational, Motivational, Stories, Quotes, Thoughts, Funny, Sacred Quotes, WallpapersInspirational quotes, Motivational quotes, Story short, Famous quotes, Stories short, Inspiring quotes, Motivational and Inspirational , Positive quotes, Motivational stories, Inspiring quotes, Inspirational, Quotes, Motivational Wallpapers, Self motivation, Positive quotes, Most motivational stories, Encouraging quotes, Motivated stories, Inspirational things, Inspirational motivating, Inspiring quotes, Motivational quotes, Motivation and Inspirational quotes, Most inspirational stories, FunnyJohn Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.comBlogger595125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-74111055985148042332011-11-24T13:16:00.001+05:302011-11-24T13:18:32.721+05:30Full of gratitude - Sacred Quotes<br />
"Fill your hearts with love and gratitude. Life gives us what we need and not necessarily what we want. It follows its own wisdom, which is often incomprehensible to our gross minds. We should learn to accept situations in life. This attitude of acceptance is the secret to happiness." - Mata Amritanandamayi<br />
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"Your enlightenment is perfect only when silence has come to be a celebration. Hence my insistence that after you meditate you must celebrate. After you have been silent you must enjoy it, you must have a thanksgiving. A deep gratitude must be shown towards the whole just for the opportunity that you are, that you can meditate, that you can be silent, that you can laugh." - Osho<br />
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"If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, "Thank you", that would suffice." - Meister Eckhart<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-26037772421775399002011-11-23T20:07:00.001+05:302011-11-23T20:08:44.755+05:30Being Courteous - Sacred Quotes<br />
"Rama was kind and courteous and never ill.<br />
To harsh words he returned no blame."<br />
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"Humility and courtesy are acts of piety."<br />
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"Be pitiful, be courteous: not rendering evil for evil, or railing for railing: but contrariwise blessing; knowing that ye are thereunto called, that ye should inherit a blessing."<br />
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"He who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love."<br />
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"To speak kindly does not hurt the tongue."<br />
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"Gratitude is the most exquisite form of courtesy."<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-79659871632880244012011-11-22T13:51:00.001+05:302011-11-22T13:53:56.860+05:30Who am I? - Sacred Quotes<br />
"He who sees the Self, sees only the Self in the world also. To the jnani, it is immaterial whether the world appears or not. Whether it appears or not, his attention is always on the Self. It is like the letters and the paper on which the letters are printed. You are wholly engrossed with the letters and have no attention left for the paper. But the jnani thinks only of the paper as the real substratum, whether the letters appear on it or not." - Ramana Maharshi<br />
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"Let me think: was i the same when i got up this morning? I almost think i can remember feeling a little different. But if i'm not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am i? Ah, that's the great puzzle!" - Lewis Carroll <br />
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"And remember, no matter where you go, there you are." - Confucius<br />
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"Harmony seldom makes a headline." - Silas Bent <br />
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"Journalism largely consists in saying "Lord Jones is dead" to people who never knew Lord Jones was alive." - G K Chesterton<br />
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"We can't quite decide if the world is growing worse, or if the reporters are just working harder." - The Houghton Line November 1965 <br />
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"The duty of the press is to encourage debate, not to supply the public with information." - Christopher Lasch <br />
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"In the spiderweb of facts, many a truth is strangled." - Paul Eldridge<br />
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"No news is good news. No journalist is even better." - Nicolas Bentley<br />
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"I believe in equality for everyone, except reporters and photographers." - M K Gandhi <br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-91456580911112675832011-11-19T11:12:00.001+05:302011-11-19T11:16:34.909+05:30Profound Humour - Sacred Quotes<br />
"Religion is like going out to dinner with friends. Everyone may order something different, but everyone can still sit at the same table." - The XIV Dalai Lama<br />
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"If there were no God, there would be no atheists." - G K Chesterton<br />
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"If i were not an atheist, i would believe in a God who would choose to save people on the basis of the totality of their lives and not the pattern of their words. I think he would prefer an honest and righteous atheist to a TV preacher whose every word is God, God, God, and whose every deed is foul, foul, foul." - Isaac Asimov<br />
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"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly." - Richard Bach<br />
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"An apology for the Devil: It must be remembered that we have only heard one side of the case. God has written all the books." - Samuel Butler<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-83505478729606687362011-11-18T12:17:00.001+05:302011-11-18T12:19:27.118+05:30Cause for celebration - Sacred Quotes<br />
"Your life becomes a vital celebration, your relationship becomes a festive thing; whatsoever you do, every moment is a festival. You eat, and eating becomes a celebration; you take a bath, and bathing becomes a celebration; you talk, and talking becomes a celebration." - Osho<br />
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"Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it." - Gautama Buddha<br />
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"When you see the Earth from space, you don't see any divisions of nation-states there. This may be the symbol of the new mythology to come; this is the country we will celebrate, and these are the people we are one with." - Joseph Campbell<br />
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"Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning, for i still live, as i pass to and fro through the mouths of men." - Quintus Ennius<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-21920617159792444772011-11-17T12:46:00.001+05:302011-11-17T12:50:22.139+05:30Journey of Life - Sacred Quotes<br />
"It is better to travel well than to arrive...There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth... not going all the way, and not starting." - Gautama Buddha<br />
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"Let your mind start a journey thru a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be... Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before." - Erich Fromm<br />
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"Man improves himself as he follows his path; if he stands still, waiting to improve before he makes a decision, he'll never move." - Paulo Coelho<br />
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"Life, as the most ancient of all metaphors insists, is a journey; and the travel book, in its deceptive simulation of the journey's fits and starts, rehearses life's own fragmentation. More even than the novel, it embraces the contingency of things." - Jonathan Raban<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-2153861410920825272011-11-16T21:11:00.001+05:302011-11-16T21:18:29.409+05:30Kukaddam - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbpom7WjIIE4APfD3XD3VWJ2EvwioKT6PyBXTxmjXHjpQzqX85CwicjZgdMOMWAypNzgupX9V6Ckc9N8O82B_2qhsDMyt4b9faQfskykMgS1efrsiS22pPecqnHieLUJXrtbplCWeV3k/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrbpom7WjIIE4APfD3XD3VWJ2EvwioKT6PyBXTxmjXHjpQzqX85CwicjZgdMOMWAypNzgupX9V6Ckc9N8O82B_2qhsDMyt4b9faQfskykMgS1efrsiS22pPecqnHieLUJXrtbplCWeV3k/s320/1.png" /></a></div>Once upon a time, there was a cunning jackal that lived in a jungle. The jackal used to pay frequent visits to a particular sweetmeat shop in the small town that was situated beside the jungle. Every night the jackal used to steal into the shop and gobble up sweet delicacies.<br />
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"No definition conceivable by logic can apply to the nature of the true Self. No organ available with us as a faculty of knowledge can apprehend it." - Swami Krishnananda<br />
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"Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering." - St Augustine<br />
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"Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it." - Gautama Buddha<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-5832472438472155892011-11-15T18:03:00.001+05:302011-11-15T18:06:03.342+05:30Thus Ran Out the Dog's Luck - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Sz_6EshgKz1QF06vFsV1wsBdk83_ZfdK_19cyEMdtmFniGdXLGw5DkhfKPPD2laeG32prFM7A5PWbS7_udaQ0u2tae6fg8YIzm48c48CYOUE1YGoxO-xvtVDfRALTQP3lAYp_Y8rPcI/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="202" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Sz_6EshgKz1QF06vFsV1wsBdk83_ZfdK_19cyEMdtmFniGdXLGw5DkhfKPPD2laeG32prFM7A5PWbS7_udaQ0u2tae6fg8YIzm48c48CYOUE1YGoxO-xvtVDfRALTQP3lAYp_Y8rPcI/s320/1.png" /></a></div>In the heart of a dence forest, a Rishi used to stay in a small, humble hut made of leaves. Being very helpful by nature he had earned the respect of all animals staying in the forest. But, of all the animals, a dog that used to stay near the ascetic's hut used to be his favorite. The dog, on its part, used to guard the Rishi and his hut zealously.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-68642924002296047682011-11-15T13:36:00.001+05:302011-11-15T13:39:24.926+05:30Dharma Of A Journalist - Sacred Quotes<br />
"Newspapers are meant for dharma. And for the purpose of protecting dharma we have to live our dharma." - Mata Amritanandamayi<br />
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"Media plays a very important role in upholding human rights." - Sri Sri Ravi Shankar<br />
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"If you are a Buddhist journalist, you would ask: Does my story help overcome individual and social sufferring? Can a new global journalism of healing be practised that embraces timely, truthful and helpful speech, and avoids the five destructive modes?" - The McGill Report<br />
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"The smarter journalists are, the better for society..." - Warren Buffett<br />
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"The media transforms the great silence of things into its opposite. Formerly constituting a secret, the real now talks constantly. News, information, statistics, and surveys are everywhere." - Michel De Certeau<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-36302182076991225012011-11-14T19:04:00.001+05:302011-11-14T19:09:56.416+05:30Think before you act - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAyT5mUrp8npIO-NLYPoPUaaL5akyLvDmzO33V0uh8jsOSg9NBHQBXg2fdzW0zJCEQF6dnU65WLOfHEQv1pWss1MKNSrOAV6UOvwNZUgZiw7RGump4PDfHcwB4k3jhDUwJVoi9oM_8mpU/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="309" width="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAyT5mUrp8npIO-NLYPoPUaaL5akyLvDmzO33V0uh8jsOSg9NBHQBXg2fdzW0zJCEQF6dnU65WLOfHEQv1pWss1MKNSrOAV6UOvwNZUgZiw7RGump4PDfHcwB4k3jhDUwJVoi9oM_8mpU/s320/1.png" /></a></div>Once upon a time in Ujjain, there lived a poor Brahmin called Laxmidas. Twice everyday, at morning and again in the evening, Laxmidas used to give religious discourses and perform puja to eke out a living.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-88555145802126499162011-11-14T14:48:00.001+05:302011-11-14T14:48:51.941+05:30Children's Day - Sacred Quotes<br />
"Watch children and you will see: all children are creative. By and by, we destroy their creativity. By and by, we force wrong beliefs on them. By and by, we distract them. By and by, we make them more and more economical and political and ambitious." - Osho<br />
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"Kiss your children a lot. For each kiss you will get a divine heavenly rank which would otherwise take 500 years to achieve." - Ruzatal-Vaizin<br />
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"If we wish to create a lasting peace we must begin with the children." - M K Gandhi<br />
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"The soul is healed by being with children." - English proverb<br />
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"So long as little children are allowed to suffer, there is not true love in this world." - Isadora Duncan<br />
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"Children are our most valuable natural resource." - Herbert Hoover<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-77981582905401722512011-11-12T15:03:00.001+05:302011-11-12T15:04:32.245+05:30True Friendship - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrRkcyO3Ousfl95x5GGQfUH9iDkikj4fDMjThd9nXWDlbOML__jsMWkdT4xphzm7MQzJ8KI5aoqpwU4NdZHHa6_UKWHF0GkRx8f1iXfbEQQQFffOX401TlGvvLSuO3hO4K9KzHF79keA/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="249" width="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrRkcyO3Ousfl95x5GGQfUH9iDkikj4fDMjThd9nXWDlbOML__jsMWkdT4xphzm7MQzJ8KI5aoqpwU4NdZHHa6_UKWHF0GkRx8f1iXfbEQQQFffOX401TlGvvLSuO3hO4K9KzHF79keA/s320/1.png" /></a></div>A prince and the minister's son were out hunting in the forests. Both grew hungry and exhausted after a long day's wandering. They found the cool shade of a tree and sat down to rest. Soon, the prince fell asleep, while the minister's son stayed awake and kept guard.<br />
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"You are a friend of mine," the prince answered. "I believe that whatever you may have done must have been for my good. This is why I desire no explanation I have boundless trust in you - that my friend shall never ever do any harm to me."<br />
This is the mark of true friendship. A friend is he who is harsh to you if it brings greater good. And in return, he who does not sulk or feel hurt by the actions of his friend is a true friend. One should cultivate such intimate friendship with the True Sadhu.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-56080692581855556862011-11-12T13:52:00.001+05:302011-11-12T13:55:27.965+05:30Grandpa's Sacrifice - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjraq9I_OXAdLucbBB3hz6qgeDwzj_CfeCfyWcw41AJuykpdW11CM7gU8W2p_AUm_RJU-iABU9odznePhinSiDyJ1Xyo7nudng8YKu_omxA809NGHhd2o2e59MtpKXH7xOeAs79tkE6bAo/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="218" width="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjraq9I_OXAdLucbBB3hz6qgeDwzj_CfeCfyWcw41AJuykpdW11CM7gU8W2p_AUm_RJU-iABU9odznePhinSiDyJ1Xyo7nudng8YKu_omxA809NGHhd2o2e59MtpKXH7xOeAs79tkE6bAo/s320/1.png" /></a></div>There lived a large group of frogs inside this well. All except one were young and bubbly. The old frog was fondly called grandpa by the younger frogs. The old frog was very loving and caring by nature.<br />
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Dialogue: Hi! Grandpa, a very good morning...how are you?<br />
Old frog: I'm fine dear. How are you doing?<br />
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Grandpa: Stop fighting all of you. Don't hurt each other... it is not good. We should love and respect everyone.<br />
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Younger frogs: O not again! Another lecture... ooh! Please go away you oldies, don't poke your dirty nose in our affairs. <br />
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Grandpa: But ...listen to....<br />
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younger frogs: O just shut up and go!<br />
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An irritated young frog: Damn this farmer. Irritates me everyday with that same kichuk, kichuk of the pulley. Looks like my ears will pop-off one day.<br />
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Another young frog: You are right. He does not let me sleep peacefully.<br />
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Third frog: We should drive him away from this place.<br />
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All the young frogs: Yes,yes.<br />
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Grandpa: We should never indulge in those actions that cause pain to others.<br />
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All the young frogs: Not again!<br />
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Thereafter, the frogs started shouting in chorus, whenever the farmer came to the well to fetch water. One day when he was standing by the well and crying due to his inability to water his field, a fisherman offered to help him out.<br />
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Farmer: Lets hope it happens!<br />
Fisherman: Now let us go home. We will come back after a few hours.<br />
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The fisherman returned after 4-5 hours. All the frogs had by now been trapped in the net.<br />
Fisherman: Have a look for yourself. Didn't I tell you, my plan never fails me. See how they are shouting for help. Hold your patience for a few more minutes before you are all finally here.<br />
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Younger frogs: We are sorry grandpa. Please forgive us.<br />
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Grandpa: Listen! I started biting the rope when I noticed the net spread inside the well. While doing so, I lost my remaining teeth. Just have a look!<br />
(Saying this grandpa opened his toothless mouth.) The net started moving upwards when only a little bit of rope was left to be bitten. I watched helplessly. However, your combined weight inside the weakened net helped you come back from the jaws of death.<br />
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All the younger frogs: we promise you Grandpa, from today onwards, we shall be obedient to our elders, respect them and take care. We shall never humiliate them.<br />
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Thereafter, all the frogs started living happily, in peace and harmony. The farmer also heaved a sigh of relief and never toubled them again.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-33692019074178270932011-11-12T12:32:00.001+05:302011-11-12T12:34:15.762+05:30A Friend in Need - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwe2Ur66bitcBjv1d13X18eewPoi1RFDc6uMvCJYZJPKI3SFrEvCOCs9xyY5FCsOJQcW6y-VDrGYKk0CWUBOsxc6WgwEYg_HgWoKjkMgegA47rJlUQsIjqJLNBoRP0Af94OcJZmg55iq0/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="202" width="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwe2Ur66bitcBjv1d13X18eewPoi1RFDc6uMvCJYZJPKI3SFrEvCOCs9xyY5FCsOJQcW6y-VDrGYKk0CWUBOsxc6WgwEYg_HgWoKjkMgegA47rJlUQsIjqJLNBoRP0Af94OcJZmg55iq0/s320/1.png" /></a></div>Once upon a time there lived four friends in a forest. They were very different from each other; yet, they were best friends and always came to each other's help when required. The friends were: a mouse, a crow, a deer, and a tortoise. This is a story of how these friends, who normally would have been natural enemies helped each other against their biggest enemy - Man, who was a hunter.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-69098070615195782302011-11-12T12:11:00.001+05:302011-11-12T12:12:34.105+05:30Your Thoughts - Sacred Quotes<br />
"Those who are free of resentful thoughts surely find peace. Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace..." - Gautama Buddha<br />
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"Man is a bundle of thoughts...More than heart attacks, we suffer from thought attacks." - Swami Sukhabodhananda<br />
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"The thoughts are the enemy. They amount to the creation of the universe. In their absence there is neither the world nor God the Creator." - Ramana Maharshi<br />
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"I like to think of thoughts as living blossoms borne by the human tree." - James Douglas<br />
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"No one can afford to assume that someone else will solve their problems. Every individual has a responsibility to help guide our global family in the right direction. Good wishes are not sufficient; we must become actively engaged." - The XIV Dalai Lama<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-3937975767543670242011-11-11T20:00:00.001+05:302011-11-12T11:57:39.892+05:30The Lazy Fish - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ZuBwliMIfOsrQlz5Asfbq2Ny082CxSTXnfBVg9IGVyKTtVgjTSARPrigi8dU5TpD1qYQcuwK_71wyM4xazzlg7G_iFo69QT_dqig5bzc_js8jLMaTMckWcb55E8BbYT5g6Ey1erk8g4/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ZuBwliMIfOsrQlz5Asfbq2Ny082CxSTXnfBVg9IGVyKTtVgjTSARPrigi8dU5TpD1qYQcuwK_71wyM4xazzlg7G_iFo69QT_dqig5bzc_js8jLMaTMckWcb55E8BbYT5g6Ey1erk8g4/s400/1.png" /></a></div>In a lake there were three fish.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-64243755808399904932011-11-11T16:50:00.001+05:302011-11-12T11:58:00.336+05:30The Doves and the Bird Catcher - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoO3MyjWTZJEJFAr_A2ytzB4xN9gE-GlyNESfIRQhBO-JWpVj4yo6ApFjB3Nbb1EqUWHYfuLknUQJdetLQF1PrWFxLM99jXa7zQwnN8x-7EOuCgQO_0_p18dquHrPG__AQACayLR9GrI/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoO3MyjWTZJEJFAr_A2ytzB4xN9gE-GlyNESfIRQhBO-JWpVj4yo6ApFjB3Nbb1EqUWHYfuLknUQJdetLQF1PrWFxLM99jXa7zQwnN8x-7EOuCgQO_0_p18dquHrPG__AQACayLR9GrI/s400/1.png" /></a></div>There was big tree in a forest. It was full of leaves and fruits. Many birds came to the tree to eat the fruits.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-50822658666550608882011-11-11T16:28:00.001+05:302011-11-11T16:28:26.602+05:30Mystic Experience - Sacred Quotes<br />
"I go into a strange mood while thinking of the Lotus Feet of God. he cloth on my body drops to the ground and i feel something creeping up from my feet to the top of my head. In that state i regard all as mere straw..." - Ramana Maharshi<br />
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"Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul'. When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience." - Jim Morrison<br />
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"Then felt i like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with wond'ring eyes He stared at the Pacific - and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise - Silent upon a peak in Darien." - Keats<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-43528611356825376672011-11-10T18:45:00.001+05:302011-11-12T11:58:18.444+05:30The Crows and the Black Snake - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_bShzOcbVw4txcoNHlmutW5KeBi6ASbJDX0NlUG0CRO01hgosUlRITjf4s7tsibHqva7fhFmMMsvUKfrwfGvV6Gtfibyr-mJyDX3hBVwPjLXZzb-3EmG9pwGfCggOLOnuw7sxLR9CZg/s1600/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk_bShzOcbVw4txcoNHlmutW5KeBi6ASbJDX0NlUG0CRO01hgosUlRITjf4s7tsibHqva7fhFmMMsvUKfrwfGvV6Gtfibyr-mJyDX3hBVwPjLXZzb-3EmG9pwGfCggOLOnuw7sxLR9CZg/s400/1.png" /></a></div>Once upon a time a family of crows lived in a huge banyan tree. There was a Father Crow, a Mother Crow, and many baby crows.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-68537281356838479992011-11-10T18:14:00.001+05:302011-11-10T18:15:13.623+05:30Thus Spake Guru Nanak - Sacred Quotes<br />
"Burn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limt."<br />
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"That one plant should be sown and another be produced cannot happen; whatever seed is sown, a plant of that kind even comes forth."<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-3003324818640856062011-11-09T20:21:00.004+05:302011-11-12T11:58:28.253+05:30The Big Lion And The Little Rabbit - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcecix5GYf8MIYASCQcmQwm9C3tDpBEbreMdzqlv1gtcdOzYRR_P6cy73hGQvZVGbkx-KjdLo_BMXxGgRiqwDsvRoSYOvHI9oMlZ3P3qtnX-qZ-7Ziw7i_tr-O_4EFA6k0FPDEOCmU4mw/s1600/bl_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcecix5GYf8MIYASCQcmQwm9C3tDpBEbreMdzqlv1gtcdOzYRR_P6cy73hGQvZVGbkx-KjdLo_BMXxGgRiqwDsvRoSYOvHI9oMlZ3P3qtnX-qZ-7Ziw7i_tr-O_4EFA6k0FPDEOCmU4mw/s400/bl_1.png" /></a></div>Once upon a time, there lived a big lion in a jungle. Every day he hunted and killed many animals to satisfy his hunger. The animals were worried that one day none of them would be left alive.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTAgwhyphenhypheniDO8RaHGt7Pb68l6wPlvjQFGQAoi93T6TimAVSK9idxKU0vO4mDACSs4t5IG7Im-sR2LXPWBpIIPSB_lpPYT1oVlH9jekEgQriiWu9sAFxGSyJ7-h900HG_adOAZwzQomWQbJU/s1600/bl_2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTAgwhyphenhypheniDO8RaHGt7Pb68l6wPlvjQFGQAoi93T6TimAVSK9idxKU0vO4mDACSs4t5IG7Im-sR2LXPWBpIIPSB_lpPYT1oVlH9jekEgQriiWu9sAFxGSyJ7-h900HG_adOAZwzQomWQbJU/s400/bl_2.png" /></a></div>They all decided to go to the lion and find a solution to this problem. When the lion saw all the animals approaching, he was very happy as he thought that he would not have to take the trouble to hunt. He could just kill all the animals together once and for all. One of the animals stopped him and pleaded that he listen to what they first had to say.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF1Ww1nOM-8a6o_b9oHNBs61M3yce_ot2v4kCTPO1AEa2OJHgWoicd_yVp4JGBsD47JQQMUB8wwpK33i_aj1ms2rQPpg7iJmSNXs6UKTw_0zg-g46PWUQn0kUFPILlK-gFje73ZbfJ3k/s1600/bl_3.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLF1Ww1nOM-8a6o_b9oHNBs61M3yce_ot2v4kCTPO1AEa2OJHgWoicd_yVp4JGBsD47JQQMUB8wwpK33i_aj1ms2rQPpg7iJmSNXs6UKTw_0zg-g46PWUQn0kUFPILlK-gFje73ZbfJ3k/s400/bl_3.png" /></a></div>He went on to explain that as the lion was king of the jungle, and all the other animals were his subjects, the lion would not be a king if he killed all his subjects. He would have no one left to rule over. He suggested that if the lion stayed home, one animal would surrender itself each day as food for the lion. The lion agreed to this offer on the condition that if they ever failed to send him an animal, he would go on a killing spree and finish all of them off.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVUe_ozRfOg_2NYLEf5LRHegi0CxVAfNesClLkpHNm9Q1-eyV5mD-zopejm5fffXQDyLPrsxZNKN68fvkMnhhCr0EH2OkaAzJ6FNBCDHLB1sHWJEp5y3nOEK2k18h9aYPJsZAw2KSXR8/s1600/bl_4.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVUe_ozRfOg_2NYLEf5LRHegi0CxVAfNesClLkpHNm9Q1-eyV5mD-zopejm5fffXQDyLPrsxZNKN68fvkMnhhCr0EH2OkaAzJ6FNBCDHLB1sHWJEp5y3nOEK2k18h9aYPJsZAw2KSXR8/s400/bl_4.png" /></a></div>From then on, each day an animal was sent to the lion and the lion was pleased. One day it was the turn of a little rabbit to sacrifice his life to provide food for the lion. This little one did not want to be the lion's meal. He thought of a plan that would save his life as well as the lives of all the other animals in the jungle. The rabbit slowly made his way to the lion's den.<br />
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<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-53733029800547538472011-11-09T18:45:00.000+05:302011-11-12T11:58:41.701+05:30Wish Fulfilling Rod - Motivational Story with Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6EygmU5bc8EJZJGr95ZH8LRVPiSZmV5z71QySRzAEzN3tXE7YP4JyBRu0sJ2YvSmw4O2P9y0TFEKe9tDkdsGmbanmnDWGl-spCz492ZOJgQpFocjxx_cCV9tdMVV21wawDVla-mxGhc/s1600/WFR_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6EygmU5bc8EJZJGr95ZH8LRVPiSZmV5z71QySRzAEzN3tXE7YP4JyBRu0sJ2YvSmw4O2P9y0TFEKe9tDkdsGmbanmnDWGl-spCz492ZOJgQpFocjxx_cCV9tdMVV21wawDVla-mxGhc/s400/WFR_1.png" /></a></div>This is the story of an honest farmer. He raised crops from his field and supported himself and his family. One year there were no rains. It became difficult for people to feed themselves. The farmer thought the best way was to go to the nearby forest and cut trees. "I will be able to sell the wood and support my family." Thinking thus, he armed himself with an axe and rope and went into the forest. He saw a tree and raised his axe to cut it. A strange thing happened. The tree said in a human voice. "Wait a bit. I am a mango tree. Soon I will bear fruits. People will eat them and satisfy their hunger. Please do not cut me." What the tree said sounded true to the farmer. He gave up the idea of cutting it.<br />
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<b>Moral of the story</b><br />
"One should never be greedy."<br />John Smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16740318843322394475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5279920721012051823.post-18178269693758709682011-11-09T14:28:00.000+05:302011-11-09T14:28:32.643+05:30Seeing Miracles - Sacred Quotes<br />
"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change." - Gautama Buddha<br />
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"Meditation sometimes brings about spectacular side-effects; visions of gods may appear and occasionally supernatural powers such as clairvoyance and telepathy are developed. Both of these effects can be deliberately produced. Concentration on a mental image will sometimes result in visions, particularly if the concentration is done with devotion or if there is a strong desire for the visions to appear." - David Godman<br />
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"The smallest task, Well done, becomes a miracle of achievement." - Og Mandino<br />
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"Miracles happen every day; change your perception of what a miracle is and you'll see them all around you." - Bon Jovi<br />
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