Strengths are Modified Weaknesses

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident. The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.
"Sensei," the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?" "This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied. Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches.

The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals. This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out.

He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. "No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?" "You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."

The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

"Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame god, the circumstances and our self for it but we never know that our weakness can become our strength one day.

Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!"

R.I.P. Dennis Ritchie..

void rest_in_peace(dmr)
const char* dmr;
{
    printf("Rest in peace %s\n",dmr);
}

We cannot turn back time

A long time ago, there was an Emperor who told his horseman that if he could ride on his horse and cover as much land area as he likes, then the Emperor would give him the area of land he has covered. Sure enough, the horseman quickly jumped onto his horse and rode as fast as possible to cover as much land area as he could. He kept on riding and riding, whipping the horse to go as fast as possible. When he was hungry or tired, he did not stop because he wanted to cover as much area as possible. Came to a point when he had covered a substantial area and he was exhausted and was dying. Then he asked himself, "Why did I push myself so hard to cover so much land area? Now I am dying and I only need a very small area to bury myself." The above story is similar with the journey of our Life. We push very hard everyday to make more money, to gain power and recognition. We neglect our health , time with our family and to appreciate the surrounding beauty and the hobbies we love. One day when we look back , we will realize that we don't really need that much , but then we cannot turn back time for what we have missed. Life is not about making money, acquiring power or recognition . Life is definitely not about work! Work is only necessary to keep us living so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life. Life is a balance of Work and Play , Family and Personal time. You have to decide how you want to balance your Life. Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts. Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life, the whole aim of human existence. So, take it easy, do what you want to do and appreciate nature. Life is fragile , Life is short. Do not take Life for granted. Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life!

• Watch your thoughts ; they become words. 
• Watch your words ; they become actions. 
• Watch your actions ; they become habits. 
• Watch your habits; they become character . 
• Watch your character; it becomes your destiny

Steve Jobs - A Magician..

Steve Jobs on his LIFE:

"Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."

R.I.P Steve jobs - you are a true star

What Is Happiness

बेल वाजली म्हणून दरवाजा उघडला. दारात शिवराम.
शिवराम आमच्या सोसायटीतल्या लोकांच्या गाड्या-बाईक्स धुवायचं काम करतो.
'साहेब, जरा काम होतं.'
'पगार द्यायचा राहिलाय का माझ्याकडून ?'
'नाय साहेब, तो केवाच भेटला. पेढे द्यायचे होते. पोरगा धाव्वी झाला.'
'अरे व्वा ! या आत या.'
आमच्या दाराचा उंबरठा शिवराम प्रथमच ओलांडत होता.
मी शिवरामला बसायला सांगितलं. तो आधी नको नको म्हणाला. आग्रह केला तेव्हा बसला. पण अवघडून.
मीही त्याच्या समोर बसताच त्याने माझ्या हातात पेढ्यांची पुडी ठेवली.
'किती मार्क मिळाले मुलाला ?'
'बासट टक्के.'
'अरे वा !' त्याला बरं वाटावं म्हणून मी म्हटलं.
हल्ली ऐंशी-नव्वद टक्के ऐकायची इतकी सवय झाल्ये की तेवढे मार्क न मिळालेला माणूस नापास झाल्यासारखाच वाटतो. पण शिवराम खुष दिसत होता.
'साहेब मी जाम खुश आहे. माझ्या अख्ख्या खानदानात इतका शिकलेला पहिला माणूस म्हणजे माझा पोरगा !'
'अच्छा, म्हणून पेढे वगैरे !'
शिवरामला माझं बोलणं कदाचित आवडलं नसावं. तो हलकेच हसला आणि म्हणाला, 'साहेब, परवडलं असतं ना, तर दरवर्षी वाटले असते पेढे. साहेब, माझा मुलगा फार हुशार नाही, ते माहित्ये मला. पन एकही वर्ष नापास न होता दर वर्षी त्याचे दोन दोन, तीन तीन टक्के वाढले - यात खुशी नाय का ? साहेब, माझा पोरगा आहे म्हणून नाही सांगत, पन तो जाम खराब कंडीशनमधे अभ्यास करायचा. तुमचं काय ते - शांत वातावरन ! - आमच्यासाठी ही चैन आहे साहेब ! तो सादा पास झाला असता ना, तरी मी पेढे वाटले असते.'
मी गप्प बसल्याचं पाहून शिवराम म्हणाला, 'साहेब सॉरी हा, काय चुकीचं बोललो असेन तर. माझ्या बापाची शिकवन. म्हनायचा, आनंद एकट्याने खाऊनको - सगल्य्यांना वाट !
हे नुसते पेढे नाय साहेब - हा माझा आनंद आहे !'
मला भरून आलं. मी आतल्या खोलीत गेलो. एका नक्षीदार पाकिटात बक्षिसाची रक्कम भरली.
आतून मोठ्यांदा विचारलं, 'शिवराम, मुलाचं नाव काय?'
'विशाल.' बाहेरून आवाज आला.
मी पाकिटावर लिहिलं -
प्रिय विशाल, हार्दिक अभिनंदन !
नेहमी आनंदात रहा - तुझ्या बाबांसारखा !

'शिवराम हे घ्या.'
'साहेब हे कशाला ? तुम्ही माझ्याशी दोन मिन्ट बोल्लात यात आलं सगलं.'
'हे विशालसाठी आहे! त्याला त्याच्या आवडीची पुस्तकं घेऊदेत यातुन.'
शिवराम काहीच न बोलता पाकिटाकडे बघत राहिला.
'चहा वगैरे घेणार का ?'
'नको साहेब, आणखी लाजवू नका. फक्त या पाकिटावर काय लिहिलंय ते जरा सांगाल? मला वाचता येत नाही. म्हनून...’
‘घरी जा आणि पाकीट विशालकडे द्या. तो वाचून दाखवेल तुम्हाला !' मी हसत म्हटलं.

माझे आभार मानत शिवराम निघून गेला खरा पण त्याचा आनंदी चेहरा डोळ्यासमोरून जात नव्हता.
खुप दिवसांनी एका आनंदी आणि समाधानी माणसाला भेटलो होतो.
हल्ली अशी माणसं दुर्मिळ झाली आहेत. कोणाशी जsरा बोलायला जा - तक्रारींचा पाढा सुरु झालाच म्हणून समजा.
नव्वद -पंच्याण्णव टक्के मिळवून सुद्धा लांब चेहरे करून बसलेले मुलांचे पालक आठवले. आपल्या मुलाला/मुलीला हव्या त्या कॉलेजात प्रवेश मिळेपर्यंत त्यांनी आपला आनंद लांबणीवर टाकलाय, म्हणे.
आपण त्यांना नको हसुया. कारण आपण सगळेच असे झालोय - आनंद 'लांबणीवर' टाकणारे !
‘माझ्याकडे वेळ नाही, माझ्याकडे पैसे नाहीत, स्पर्धेत टिकाव कसा लागेल, आज पाऊस पडतोय, माझा मूड नाही !’ - आनंद ‘लांबणीवर’ टाकायच्या या सगळ्या सबबी आहेत आहेत हे आधी मान्य करू या.
काही गोष्टी करून आपल्यालाच आनंद मिळणार आहे - पण आपणच तो आनंद घ्यायचा टाळतोय ! Isn't it strange ?
मोगऱ्याच्या फुलांचा गंध घ्यायला कितीसा वेळ लागतो ?
सूर्योदय-सूर्यास्त पाहायला किती पैसे पडतात ?
आंघोळ करताना गाणं म्हणताय, कोण मरायला येणारे तुमच्याशी स्पर्धा करायला ?
पाऊस पडतोय ? सोप्पं आहे - भिजायला जा !
अगदी काहीही न करता गादीत लोळत राहायला तुम्हाला 'मूड' लागतो ?

माणूस जन्म घेतो त्यावेळी त्याच्या हाताच्या मुठी बंद असतात.
परमेश्वराने एका हातात 'आनंद' आणि एका हातात 'समाधान' कोंबून पाठवलेलं असतं.
माणूस मोठा होऊलागतो. वाढत्या वयाबरोबर 'आनंद' आणि 'समाधान' कुठे कुठे सांडत जातात.
आता 'आनंदी' होण्यासाठी ‘कोणावर’ तरी, ‘कशावर’ तरी अवलंबून राहावं लागतं.
कुणाच्या येण्यावर-कुणाच्या जाण्यावर. कुणाच्या असण्यावर-कुणाच्या नसण्यावर.
काहीतरी मिळाल्यावर-कोणीतरी गमावल्यावर. कुणाच्या बोलण्यावर- कुणाच्या न बोलण्यावर.
खरं तर, 'आत' आनंदाचा न आटणारा झरा वाहतोय. कधीही त्यात उडी मारावी आणि मस्त डुंबावं.
इतकं असून...आपण सगळे त्या झऱ्याच्या काठावर उभे आहोत - पाण्याच्या टँकरची वाट बघत !
जोवर हे वाट बघणं आहे तोवर ही तहान भागणं अशक्य !
इतरांशी तुलना करत आणखी पैसे, आणखी कपडे, आणखी मोठं घर, आणखी वरची 'पोजिशन', आणखी टक्के.. ! या 'आणखी'च्या मागे धावता धावता त्या आनंदाच्या झऱ्यापासून किती लांब आलो आपण !
जावेद अख्तर साहेबांनी खूप छान लिहून ठेवलंय –

सबका ख़ुशीसे फासला एक कदम है
हर घर में बस एक ही कमरा कम है !

शिवराम भेटला नसता तर माझं आणि माझ्या आनंदामधलं 'ते एका पावलाचं' अंतर कदाचित भरून निघालं नसतं.

Never Judge a Book by its Cover

The Story of Koko A. Bassey, MD.

As she stood in front of her primary 5 class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Koko Bassey.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Koko the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Koko could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Koko's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Koko's primary 1 teacher wrote, "Koko is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around."

His primary 2 teacher wrote, "Koko is an excellent pupil, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and
life at home must be a struggle."

His primary 3 teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to| do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Koko's primary 4 teacher wrote, "Koko is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her pupils brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Koko's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Koko Bassey stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Koko. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster heresponded. By the end of the year, Koko had become one of the smartest children in| the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Koko became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Koko, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Koko. He then wrote that he had| finished secondary school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from the university with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.

When children are doing nothing, they are doing mischief.Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer . . . The letter was signed, Koko A. Bassey, MD.

The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Koko said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his | father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Koko remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Bassey whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Koko, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference.
I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

Never Be Afraid To Reach For Your Dream

Once there was a little girl named Beth. When Beth started swimming at her local swim school, she quickly became the top swimmer in her age group and her teacher told her parents that she had a lot of natural ability.

One day Beth watched the Barcelona Olympics on TV. As she clapped her hands and cheered for her swimming idols, Beth decided that she wanted to win an Olympic gold medal of her own.

Beth joined the local swimming squad and started training. Every morning she got up at 4.30am and went swimming before school began. She progressed well and when she was 17, Beth qualified for the National Championships.

At the championships, Beth needed to finish first or second to make it into the Olympic team. At the sound of the starter’s gun, Beth dived into the water and swam as hard and as fast as she possibly could. When she touched the wall and looked up at the results board, she discovered that she had finished sixth.

Beth was very disappointed but she returned home and trained even harder. The following year she finished 5th at the Nationals and the year after that she came 7th.

Beth never did make it to the Olympics, but her years of diligent swimming training led her to join the National Lifesaving Association.

One morning while she was patrolling the beach, Beth saw a young boy struggling in the water. She dived into the raging surf and managed to pull the boy to safety.

The boys parents were crying uncontrollably as they hugged Beth and thanked her over and over again for saving their little boy’s life.

In that instant, Beth learned a lesson that would stay with her forever. She realised that even if you don’t attain a specific goal, the process of pursuing your dreams often leads you to achieve success in ways you have never imagined.

So never be afraid to reach for your dreams. The skills you learn and the person you become are the real rewards that come from your efforts to transform your dreams into reality.

So Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars :)