Avataar Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [quote name='ravana' timestamp='1360945723' post='1303282570'] [img]http://i1306.photobucket.com/albums/s568/ravana527/l_zpsd29905b3.jpg[/img] [/quote] one bro! we call it Courage ... they call it Outcast ! n still they regret !!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arjun123 Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 in recent times...!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Avataar Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [quote name='Arjun123' timestamp='1361213518' post='1303295093'] in recent times...!!!! [/quote] chk this out http://www.andhrafriends.com/topic/232049-goosebumps-lord-shiva-har-har-mahadev/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CHANAKYA Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [quote name='ravana' timestamp='1360947269' post='1303282864'] [img]http://i1306.photobucket.com/albums/s568/ravana527/3QE_zps6416ad63.jpg[/img] [/quote] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arjun123 Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [quote name='Avataar' timestamp='1361213675' post='1303295105'] chk this out [url="http://www.andhrafriends.com/topic/232049-goosebumps-lord-shiva-har-har-mahadev/"]http://www.andhrafri...ar-har-mahadev/[/url] [/quote] !! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Avataar Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [b]Abraham Lincoln never quits :[/b] Born into poverty, Lincoln was faced with defeat throughout his life. He lost eight elections, twice failed in business and suffered a nervous breakdown He could have quit many times – but he didn’t and because he didn’t quit, he became one of the greatest presidents in the United States history. Here is a sketch of Lincoln’s road to the White House:[list] [*]1816 His family was forced out of their home. He had to work to support them. [*]1818 His mother died. [*]1831 Failed in business. [*]1832 Ran for state legislature – lost. [*]1832 Also lost his job – wanted to go to law school but couldn’t get in. [*]1833 Borrowed some money from a friend to begin a business and by the end of the year he was bankrupt. He spent the next 17 years of his life paying off this debt. [*]1834 Ran for state legislature again – won. [*]1835 Was engaged to be married, sweetheart died and his heart was broken. [*]1836 Had a total nervous breakdown and was in bed for six months. [*]1838 Sought to become speaker of the state legislature – defeated. [*]1840 Sought to become elector – defeated. [*]1843 Ran for Congress – lost. [*]1846 Ran for Congress again – this time he won – went to Washington and did a good job. [*]1848 Ran for re-election to Congress – lost. [*]1849 Sought the job of land officer in his home state – rejected. [*]1854 Ran for Senate of the United States – lost. [*]1856 Sought the Vice-Presidential nomination at his party’s national convention – get less than 100 votes. [*]1858 Ran for U.S. Senate again – again he lost. [*]1860 Elected president of the United States. [/list] 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CHANAKYA Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [quote name='ravana' timestamp='1360947635' post='1303282958'] [img]http://i1306.photobucket.com/albums/s568/ravana527/2F_zpsf63598fa.jpg[/img] most of the indians are the prisoners of others [/quote] so true... prisoners of their society... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
banthiii Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 Kalise Prathi Manishi Oka Pusthakam Gadiche Prathi Roju Oka Paatam Kalusukuntu, Telusukuntu, Nerchukunto Mundhu Ki Saagadame Manishi Jeevitham -------------Banthii (ekkado copy kotti english to telugu tharjama chesi nenu raayaledhu, these are words from me) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Avataar Posted February 18, 2013 Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [quote name='banthiii' timestamp='1361214677' post='1303295168'] Kalise Prathi Manishi Oka Pusthakam Gadiche Prathi Roju Oka Paatam Kalusukuntu, Telusukuntu, Nerchukunto Mundhu Ki Saagadame Manishi Jeevitham -------------Banthii (ekkado copy kotti english to telugu tharjama chesi nenu raayaledhu, these are words from me) [/quote] good one Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ravana Posted February 18, 2013 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [left] [size=4][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][b][url="http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/104/special-olympics"]Special Olympics[/url][/b] A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally challenged, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. They all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down’s Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, “This will make it better.” All nine linked arms and walked across the finish line together. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we know this one thing: What matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What truly matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course. — Origins: The story is more true than not, although its primary point has been grossly exaggerated. According to folks at the Special Olympics Washington office, the incident happened at a 1976 track and field event held in Spokane, Washington. A contestant did take a tumble, and one or two of the other athletes turned back to help the fallen one, culminating in their crossing the finish line together, but it was only one or two, not everyone in the event. The others continued to run their race. The story is thus not about an entire class of “special people” who spontaneously tossed aside their own dreams of going for gold in favor of helping a fallen competitor, but rather one about a couple of individuals who chose to go to the aid of another contestant. Unfortunately, this tale as it is now being told helps further a stereotype that deficiencies in intelligence are compensated for by unfailingly sweet natures and a way of looking at the world in childlike wonder. Special Olympians train long and hard for their events and are every bit as committed as athletes who compete in any other athletic endeavors. The Special Olympics are not a casual get-together organized to give less fortunate members of the community a day to socialize and perhaps run in a foot race or two. They’re highly organized sporting events taken very seriously by all involved, with each competitor striving to do his best. It’s about trying. And succeeding. The Special Olympics oath is “Let me win. But if I cannot win, let me be brave in the attempt.” [/font][/size][/left] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ravana Posted February 18, 2013 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [left] [size=4][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][b][url="http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/554/a-lesson-to-teach"]A Lesson to Teach[/url][/b] Her name was Mrs. Thompson. As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs.Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy 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 Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy 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 second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, 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 third grade 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." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy 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 students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy'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. Teddy Stoddard 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, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, 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 Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high 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 college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. 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, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd 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 in the place at the wedding 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. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard 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, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't really know how to teach until I met you." Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and/or change a person's outlook. Please try to do it in a positive way: "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." [/font][/size][/left] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ravana Posted February 18, 2013 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [left] [size=4][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][b][url="http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/311/life-s-struggles"]Life's Struggles[/url][/b] A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On the day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the moth struggled to force the body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to be stuck. Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly. What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health. Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets. [/font][/size][/left] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ravana Posted February 18, 2013 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [left] [size=4][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][b][url="http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/119/my-mother-taught-me"]My Mother Taught Me[/url][/b] *My Mother taught me LOGIC… “If you fall off that swing and break your neck, you can’t go to the store with me.” My Mother taught me MEDICINE… “If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they’re going to freeze that way.” My Mother taught me TO THINK AHEAD… “If you don’t pass your spelling test, you’ll never get a good job!” My Mother taught me ESP… “Put your sweater on; don’t you think that I know when you’re cold?” My Mother taught me TO MEET A CHALLENGE… “What were you thinking? Answer me when I talk to you… Don’t talk back to me!” My Mother taught me HUMOR… “When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.” My Mother taught me how to BECOME AN ADULT… “If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.” My Mother taught me about GENETICS… “You are just like your father!” My Mother taught me about my ROOTS… “Do you think you were born in a barn?” My Mother taught me about the WISDOM of AGE… “When you get to be my age, you will understand.” My Mother taught me about ANTICIPATION… “Just wait until your father gets home.” My Mother taught me about RECEIVING… “You are going to get it when we get home.” and my all time favorite thing–JUSTICE “One day you will have kids, and I hope they turn out just like YOU.. then you’ll see what it’s like.” In between all this, my Mother taught me how to Live! [/font][/size][/left] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ravana Posted February 18, 2013 Author Report Share Posted February 18, 2013 [left] [size=4][font=arial, helvetica, sans-serif][b][url="http://www.pravsworld.com/content/inspiration/100/isnt-it-strange"]Isn't It Strange[/url][/b] * Isn’t it strange how a $100 dollar bill seems like such a large amount when you donate it to the temple, but such a small amount when you go shopping? * Isn’t it strange how endless an hour seems when we are serving God, but how short it is when we watch a Football game or Cricket for 60 minutes? * Isn’t it strange how 2 hours seem so long when you’re at the temple and how short they seem when you’re watching a good movie? * Isn’t it strange that you can’t find things to say when you’re praying, but you have no trouble in thinking what to talk about with a friend? * Isn’t it strange how difficult and boring it is to read one chapter of Bhagwad Gita, but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a popular novel? * Isn’t it strange how everyone wants front-row-tickets to concerts or games, but they do whatever is possible to sit in the last row in the temple? * Isn’t it strange how we need to know about an event for the temple 2-3 weeks before the day so we can include it in our agenda, but we can adjust it for other events at the last minute? * Isn’t it strange how difficult it is to learn a fact about God to share it with others, but how easy it is to learn, understand, extend and repeat gossip? * Isn’t it strange how we believe everything that Magazines and Newspapers say but we question the words in the holy books like Ramayan? * Isn’t it strange how everyone wants a place in heaven, but they don’t want to believe, do, or say anything to get there? * Isn’t it strange how we send jokes in e-mails and they are Fowarded right away, but when we are going to send messages about God, we think about twice before we share them with others? [/font][/size][/left] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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