BE QUITE..... BE CREATIVE.

Great thought. Thanks.
 

Thanks and Regards,
Alok Tholiya (S.E.O.),

 

SEEDS  WHILE  GROWING  MAKES  NO  SOUND.

 

TREES  WHILE  FALLING  MAKES.

 

DESTRUCTION  IS  NOISY. 

 

CREATION  IS  QUITE.

 

BE  QUITE.

 

BE  CREATIVE.

 

 

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iN APPRECIATION,
Sandeep Jalan (advocate)

Fw: pl. realise.....

 

 

My dear darling child,

 

You have lived in a well ( busy in studies,home and religion) till now and suddenly we threw you in open world.

In my school days I had read in Marathi which was something like this "jagat diste tase asate ase mannara manascha pay lahulahan houn jate'' it meant if you belive blindly in what you see and act/live/ walk accordingly then every step you take your feet will be injured and will bleed profusely. Rather most often ones heart is bled. But that is how the world is. World is full of variety of people.And you can not change them.But deffinitely you can ignore them.Definitely one can increse the bearing capacity against such heartless and mindless attacks. Tamsik and rajsik people don't deserve your company.

 

What good is that person who is full of own demands,own needs, own misguided beliefs, own views and out to fulfill own lost aspirations and wishes ( Rajsik) by palying with life of wishes of own child.

 

See the marriage of Rohit Jain held on 18th Feb. 09 at Silvassa.Rohit comes from a well respected Khandelwal digamaber Jain family. Father ( Shri Rajkumar gangawal ) is selfmade selfsatisfied businessman. Has three factories, two flats in Mumbai, two cars, Has a bungalow in Silavassa etc. etc.  Rohit's  elder brothers is well settled in UK and his marriage was lavish as girl side spent a lot. But Rohit wanted to marry this girl who comes from Gujrati Jain lower middle class family. The girls mother is under treatment for cancer and father has lucoderma. But when Rohit made it clear to them about his wishes then they agreed and solumnised the marriage in a very humble and simple way. Why? Because they have enjoyed their life enough, they are over satisfied, they have nothing unfulfilled in life no own desire to be satiated. So their aim in life is to see happiness in happiness of their children..

But there are others who have unfulfilled dreams and desires, for whom their ego and belief is bigger then simple happiness of child, for whom own spouse is a dirt and own child is a tool to flatter own ego.

Read the attached ppt and you will realise being just sattvik is not enough but you have to learn and know the world has variety of personalities and the looks and presentations can be deceptive.Learn to take back knifing as part of life and move ahead.

Pl. note that When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.  Concentrate on this sentence... 'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.' Have confidence when we have done nothing wrong then no harm will be done to us and that  Something good may be on your way.

 

And remember Ravan could not be persuaded by Hanuman,vibhisan and others,Kauravs cud not be persuaded by whole lot of mantris,vidushaks,intellectuals,and even Kaikayi and even .....read the whole history and mythology which is full of proudy, self distructive, jiddi, obssessibve, maniacs.

So "Let bygones be bygones".Let us find a path which is more soft, peaceful, plesureous,amenable and less hurting.

 

However we all are with you in whatever decision you take after thoughtful deleberations and you will never find us legging behind when it is our call.

We have lived our life happily and now only want to see happiness on your ( Pratik and you our dear children) faces.In your happiness lies ours.

Do nothing and we will also do nothing which will take away that from us.

 

Thanks and Regards,
Alok Tholiya (S.E.O.),
Real Estate, Insurance, Mutual Funds, Bonds, Ticketing (Air,)
Tholiya Marketing and Leasing Pvt. Ltd.,
"Marigold", the little Party Hall,
Tholiya Bhavan, 10th Rd.,
Santacruz East,
Mumbai 400055
tholiya@yahoo.com
M:9324225699

 

Red Marbles

 

RED MARBLES…

 
I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes.  I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

'Hello Barry, how are you today?'

'H'lo , Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'

'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'

'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'

'Good. Anything I can help you with?'

'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.'

'Would you like to take some home ?' asked Mr. Miller.

'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'

'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'

'All I got's my prize marble here.'

'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.

'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'

'I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home ?' the store owner asked.

'Not zackley but almost.'

'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble', Mr. Miller told the boy.

'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.


They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts....all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her, and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one; each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about colour or size.....they came to pay their debt.'

'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.'

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds.... Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.....

Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself....An unexpected phone call from an old friend...Green stoplights on your way to work....The fastest line at the grocery store...A good sing-along song on the radio...Your keys found right where you left them.

Send this to the people you'll never forget.. I just Did....

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED