Sunday, 28 August 2016

Mother in Law


SHARED THOUGHTS – 28.08.2016

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Mother in law.



‘Adam and Eve were the happiest, and the luckiest, couple in the world, because neither of them had a mother-in-law’.  Mother in law have been around from time immemorial. What’s with them that they have to portrayed from ancient times in a shade bordering with Monsters… to be also called Monster in law ?? They are also mothers aren’t they?



A mother receives a phone call from a relative. “how’s the new daughter in law?”

“Oh, she is sad… does not help me with anything. Very shabby in washing, cleaning and mopping .. not helping in kitchen much, practically useless and disappointing. Given time she loves only to watch TV and on mobile.”

Relative, “I am sorry to hear this. How’s your daughter at her in-law’s house?”

“Oh, she is just fine.. sleeps till 9 am, hardly needs to do any work, takes it easy watching TV, chatting… they have servants for everything.”



Incompatibility sets in when a daughter in law is taken into a household as a substitute for a maid. A son wanting to get married so that there would be some help for his mother, is the starting point for this loving mother to turn into a monster in law to the new unsuspecting bride. She finds in no time, her expected role is that of a glorified maid. If the son happens to be ‘Mama’s boy” wherein his priority is for mother over his wife, the feeling of jealousy is mutual and instant; a perfect recipe for disaster. Mother feels a sudden competition with daughter in law to win the love of her son, as if the new daughter in law has stolen something what is precious to her !! A good mother is turned into a Monster in law, though, deep down, they are very nice people.



Q:  Why do they bury mothers-in-law 18 feet down, when everyone else is buried 6 feet down?
A:  Because, deep down, they really are very nice people.



Rather than feeling insecure that she may lose her son, if the mother can feel, she has gained a daughter, then the stage is perfect for a happy healthy family. Soon enough the daughter in law also feels, she has gained a mother away from her home.



A mother’s estimation of her son is usually inflated to the extent that no bride is ever considered as suitable enough for him.  In most of the cases, suitability is measured in terms of the economic well being of her family and the gratis she brings in to the husband’s household. ‘Bride burning’ and harassment over dowry is the resultant. I think in every mother’s heart, there is a sense of jealousy when their son is married off.



They feel insecure and are frightened that now he has someone to do for him what she did to him all his life thus far. This feeling of insecurity is more relevant in a small family or the only son being the only child and so on.



A common dreadful event for married men is the unwelcome prospect of a visit from Mother in law, however nice she is. It is not acceptable that a mother in law can be nice.

Two men were in a pub.  One says to his mate, "My MIL is an angel."  His friend replies, "You're lucky.  Mine is still alive."

Is it her overbearing presence disrupting an otherwise smooth household that makes her visit unwelcome, or is it that the daughter goes overboard to make her mother comfortable to the extent that she ignores her husband, much to his chagrin.



This is not a general rule and sure there are exceptions of course. Yet It will be advisable for a prospective bride to do a background check to see if her would be husband is a ‘Mama’s boy” or is she is going to live in a household with her only son. Forewarned is forearmed.

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Once upon a time in China , a girl named Li-Li got married & went to live with her husband and mother-in-law.
In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law' s habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.
Days passed, and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that,
according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband great distress.

Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law' s bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it. Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all.

Mr. Huang thought for awhile, and finally said, "Li-iL, I will help you solve your problem, but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you."

Li-Li said,"Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do. "Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law, because that would cause people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspect you, when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. "Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen." Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law.

Weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated her like her own mother.

After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost
never got mad or upset. She hadn't had an argument with her mother-in-law in six months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with.

The mother-in-law' s attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in- law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter. Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening.

One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help again She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep off the poison from killing my mother-in-law. She's changed into such a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her."

Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. "Li-Li, there's nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were vitamins to
improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has been all washed away by the love which you gave to her."
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How you treat others is exactly how they will treat you? There is a wise Chinese saying: "The person who loves others will also be loved in return."

God might be trying to work in another person's life through you.

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Have a safe & peaceful week ahead.








Sunday, 21 August 2016

CONQUERING FEAR



SHARED THOUGHTS – 14.08.2016

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CONQUERING FEAR..


It was in Rochester NY, on 11th Nov'09, my relative gifted me, what I would treasure for all sentiments in the world. Two wonderful audio CDs - talk by Dr. Harold Kushner, a Rabbi, who is a great orator simply because he talks from the heart and connects you to his theme almost immediately... drawing the assembled gathering into the very same wavelength in order to grasp the essence of his talk.



It’s my pleasure to share with you the gist of his talk on CONQUERING FEAR ... and from my perspective as well....reading below is no substitute to hearing him ... yet my small
attempt to summarize his 70 min talk may not be wasted, if at least one person out there somewhere can benefit from this and change the course of
his/her life. 
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If God were to have given a 11th Commandment, He would have said, "Don't be Afraid".  When Abraham was asked to leave everything behind, and go out into the
unknown, God said "Don't be Afraid".  Don't be Afraid is said more than any other in the Bible.

Being afraid above a minimum optimum level, diminishes a person's humanity. It's said, God is not looking for people who are afraid. In fact, the very purpose of life, is to rise above all fears and to go forward. The purpose of life is to master Fear. We cannot lead an authentically decent life if we have not mastered to conquer fear to a good extent.

An average person is able to conquer fear in many respects ; fear of getting married, fear of having children not knowing what's ahead, fear of taking up
a job not knowing how well he can perform, the fear of undertaking long journey by bus or train or plane defying odds of facing unknown dangers. 

But to some, even these common decisions are sometimes a daunting task; for example, fear of marriage..... is one we come across so often in youngsters... the fear of having to live up to a commitment ; fear of not able to measure up or coming to terms with. 

There are situations when decisions need to be taken when conditions are no longer "common". 
- fear of starting a new relationship especially after a failed one; fear of one's own lack of confidence basically. 
- fear of a second marriage after the first one ended in divorce ( was it Oscar Wilde who said, second marriage is more likely to succeed, due to experience over hope).
- fear of re-marriage after a tragedy had terminated the first one. 

For some, fear over-rules even a Blessed new path shown to begin life anew; and to those who can overcome this fear and go forward, life has more meaning and this is the way to happiness....  decisions are indeed difficult when confronting situations as above, but then, happiness is the result of difficult decisions, rather than sulking within oneself afraid to look at life through a new window of hope & opportunity. 

Therefore it's strange that some people look for happiness when the least they can do, is beyond them (or so they think) and they are not prepared to
do anything about it....it's in this context, one must remember, "Man becomes free the moment he wishes to be".

Success is all about conquering fear; Alternative to success is not failure; it is the resilience to be courageous. To those who are prisoners of their past, who live within the frames of by-gone memories, to those who shield away from being able to look at a bright future.... the message from Dr.Kushner is loud and clear....Don't be the architect of your own
destruction, but be the one for your survival.

Life is put on trial, not to assess, how wicked you are, how enlightened you are, how right or wrong you are, but to assess how much you have overcome the Fear to Live!!

Failure is a part of success. Fear is a part of failure; fear causes failure. Smart people make mistakes, to get it right later on. Don't let failure in one area determine how you can fare in another field.

Henry Ford got it right the third time around!!

It was Edison who said, I cannot say I failed thousand times.... but I can say, I know thousand reasons why it won't work...



It requires mastering fear of failure to go on as these great minds, to achieve success and happiness.

Our ability to fear and understand fear more than any other emotions, is what is taken advantage of by terrorists; their aim is not to kill, but to cause fear..... fear of Death...  Kill ten people, cause fear to thousands.... Cause panic.  Panic stokes the flames of fear;  panic dulls; panic stills; panic destroys; panic pulls our soaring dreams down to earth.



if I remember right, reading from Anita Nair's book "Ladies Coupe".  Dr.HK says, Our proper response to such nefarious acts of terrorists must be to continue to do what is normal.
We must not give the terrorists the power to control our movements.... the power to rule our lives, the power to frighten us!! 

From childhood, it's the Fear element that dominates our lessons; parents and elders at home, teachers in school use this sense of fear to instil discipline - "do this or else"....its always threats with a fear of punishment... not knowing better and more effective ways to win over the young minds.

Besides such instilled fear, there is this natural fear.... fear of monsters, fear of Ghosts..... Well, what is true, is not the existence of a monster out there to catch you, or ghosts out there to scare you, but the sense of Fear.... monsters may not be real, but the fear IS real. 

Similarly small minded people use religion to scare and instil fear; bordering on "religious pornography"; Why should a person be God Fearing?? Why can't one be "God Loving"?

Asks Dr.HK. Why can't the religion teach the followers to 'love' God rather than 'fear' God?? We often attribute acts of nature to God....God is Loving.... but Nature is Blind...

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When You Fear

Fear is greatest cause of misery in the world.
It is the greatest of all superstitions.
It is the cause of all our woes.
The moment you fear, you are nobody.

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From my archives, dated 22.01.2010.

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Have a safe & peaceful week ahead.








My Garbage Man


SHARED THOUGHTS – 30.07.2016

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My Garbage Man.

Today I read a beautiful article. Immediately my mind took me to the walking track in my neighborhood.

The days I go for my morning walk, I see this man engrossed in doing his job. His uniform is the same every day. Perhaps if I see him in another outfit, I may not even recognize him, unless he smiles. When I see him every morning, he has this special ‘ear to ear’ smile for me, wishing a “good morning” in a low tone. His smile reveals, a pleasure in doing his job, more than all of his teeth. Today, for the first time, he came close to me to make that Good Morning wish very personal perhaps. I responded back and for a brief moment pondered if I should open up a conversation. He did not wait but merely continued to do his job, adding that big smile to his overall, to anyone he meets. He is the garbage picker in that neighbourhood. Perhaps he is aiming to be the Best Garbage Picker award.

I will see him tomorrow too. And the day after..and a month later. ..or perhaps a year later, or even a few years later, doing the same job. I would reckon that he may still be carrying that nice smile wherever he went  My morning walk, is the perfect time for me to ruminate over the ‘to do’ for the day, week and much of my office matters. If he were to look at my face, perhaps he would be wondering how I am able to walk briskly, with all the heavy burdens of the world on my shoulders!!

Whenever  the day sucks, I now make it a point to think of him, our garbage picker... does he complain? Why is he enjoying so much what he is doing? What’s his job satisfaction? Would he be really enjoying the job even though he has one of the best smiles? Does he think himself to be a loser? Has he reached the height of his efficiency as a garbage picker? What are his thoughts? What are his ambitions, if any?

Seeing him on so many occasions, I can only see one thing in him. Along with that big smile, he has a healthy attitude that’s looking for something good in every day.

“Happiness does not depend on what you have or who you are. It solely relies on what you think”. Buddha.

Now back to the article I read that took me to this lovable character. It’s a great lesson that teaches us how to deal with a situation in a perfect way. Nobody has a perfect life. Everybody has their own problems. Yet, with a correct attitude, one can deal with the problems in a perfect way. 

My Garbage Man

I had been working much too long on this job. I guess things could have been worse. I certainly wasn't doing hard labor, but going door to door asking questions as a representative of the federal government wasn't the most satisfying position either. It was August. It was hot. I had to wear a tie. "Hello. My name is Bob Perks and we are doing a survey in this neighborhood..."

"I'm not interested! Good bye!"...slam, lock.

You can't imagine how many times I heard that. I finally caught on and began with, "Before you slam the door, I am not selling anything and I just need to ask a few questions about yourself and the community."

The young woman inside the doorway, paused for a moment, raised her eyebrows as she shrugged her shoulders, confused by my rude introduction.

"Sure. Come on in. Don't mind the mess. It's tough keeping up with my kids."

It was an older home in a section of the valley where people with meager income found affordable shelter. With the little they had, the home looked comfortable and welcoming.

"I just need to ask a few questions about yourself and family. Although this may sound personal, I won't need to use your names. This information will be used..."

She interrupted me. "Would you like a glass of cold water? You look like you’ve had a rough day."

"Why yes!" I said eagerly.

Just as she returned with the water, a man came walking in the front door. It was her husband.

"Joe, this man is here to do a survey."                

Joe was tall and lean. His face was rough and aged looking although I figured he was in his early twenties. His hands were like leather. The kind of hands you get from working hard, not pushing pencils.

She leaned toward him and kissed him gently on the cheek. As they looked at each other you could see the love that held them together. She smiled and titled her head, laying it on his shoulder. He touched her face with his hands and softly said, “I love you!”

They may not have had material wealth, but these two were richer than most people I know. They had a powerful love. The kind of love that keeps your head up when things are looking down.

"Joe works for the borough," she said.

"What do you do?" I asked. She jumped right in not letting him answer.

"Joe collects garbage. You know I’m so proud of him."

"Honey, I'm sure the man doesn't want to hear this," said Joe.

"No, really I do," I said.

“You see Bob, Joe is the best garbage man in the borough. He can stack more garbage on the truck than anyone else.  He gets so much in one truck that they don't have to make as many runs," she said with such passion.

"In the long run," Joe continues, "I save the borough money. Man hours are down and the cost per truck is less."

There was silence. I didn't know what to say. I shook my head searching for the right words.

"That's incredible! Most people would gripe about a job like that. It certainly is a difficult one. But your attitude about it is amazing," I said.

She walked over to the shelf next to the couch. As she turned she held in her hand a small framed paper.

"When we had our third child Joe lost his job. We were on unemployment for a time and then eventually welfare. He couldn't find work anywhere. Then one day he was sent on an interview here in this community. They offered him the job he now holds. He came home depressed and ashamed, telling me this was the best he could do. It actually paid less than we got on welfare."

She paused for a moment and walked toward Joe. "I have always been proud of him and always will be. You see I don't think the job makes the man. I believe the man makes the job!"

"We needed to live in the borough in order to work here. So we rented this home," Joe said. "When we moved in, this quote was hanging on the wall just inside the front door. It has made all the difference to us, Bob.

I knew that Joe was doing the right thing," she said as she handed me the frame.

It said: If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep the streets even as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, "Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well." Martin Luther King.

“I love him for who he is. But what he does he does the best.  I love my garbage man!"

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“Life can be happier & stress free, if we remember one simple thought: We can’t have all that we desire, but time will give us all that we deserve”.

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Have a safe & peaceful week ahead.




My Garbage Man


SHARED THOUGHTS – 30.07.2016

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My Garbage Man.

Today I read a beautiful article. Immediately my mind took me to the walking track in my neighborhood.

The days I go for my morning walk, I see this man engrossed in doing his job. His uniform is the same every day. Perhaps if I see him in another outfit, I may not even recognize him, unless he smiles. When I see him every morning, he has this special ‘ear to ear’ smile for me, wishing a “good morning” in a low tone. His smile reveals, a pleasure in doing his job, more than all of his teeth. Today, for the first time, he came close to me to make that Good Morning wish very personal perhaps. I responded back and for a brief moment pondered if I should open up a conversation. He did not wait but merely continued to do his job, adding that big smile to his overall, to anyone he meets. He is the garbage picker in that neighbourhood. Perhaps he is aiming to be the Best Garbage Picker award.

I will see him tomorrow too. And the day after..and a month later. ..or perhaps a year later, or even a few years later, doing the same job. I would reckon that he may still be carrying that nice smile wherever he went  My morning walk, is the perfect time for me to ruminate over the ‘to do’ for the day, week and much of my office matters. If he were to look at my face, perhaps he would be wondering how I am able to walk briskly, with all the heavy burdens of the world on my shoulders!!

Whenever  the day sucks, I now make it a point to think of him, our garbage picker... does he complain? Why is he enjoying so much what he is doing? What’s his job satisfaction? Would he be really enjoying the job even though he has one of the best smiles? Does he think himself to be a loser? Has he reached the height of his efficiency as a garbage picker? What are his thoughts? What are his ambitions, if any?

Seeing him on so many occasions, I can only see one thing in him. Along with that big smile, he has a healthy attitude that’s looking for something good in every day.

“Happiness does not depend on what you have or who you are. It solely relies on what you think”. Buddha.

Now back to the article I read that took me to this lovable character. It’s a great lesson that teaches us how to deal with a situation in a perfect way. Nobody has a perfect life. Everybody has their own problems. Yet, with a correct attitude, one can deal with the problems in a perfect way. 

My Garbage Man

I had been working much too long on this job. I guess things could have been worse. I certainly wasn't doing hard labor, but going door to door asking questions as a representative of the federal government wasn't the most satisfying position either. It was August. It was hot. I had to wear a tie. "Hello. My name is Bob Perks and we are doing a survey in this neighborhood..."

"I'm not interested! Good bye!"...slam, lock.

You can't imagine how many times I heard that. I finally caught on and began with, "Before you slam the door, I am not selling anything and I just need to ask a few questions about yourself and the community."

The young woman inside the doorway, paused for a moment, raised her eyebrows as she shrugged her shoulders, confused by my rude introduction.

"Sure. Come on in. Don't mind the mess. It's tough keeping up with my kids."

It was an older home in a section of the valley where people with meager income found affordable shelter. With the little they had, the home looked comfortable and welcoming.

"I just need to ask a few questions about yourself and family. Although this may sound personal, I won't need to use your names. This information will be used..."

She interrupted me. "Would you like a glass of cold water? You look like you’ve had a rough day."

"Why yes!" I said eagerly.

Just as she returned with the water, a man came walking in the front door. It was her husband.

"Joe, this man is here to do a survey."                

Joe was tall and lean. His face was rough and aged looking although I figured he was in his early twenties. His hands were like leather. The kind of hands you get from working hard, not pushing pencils.

She leaned toward him and kissed him gently on the cheek. As they looked at each other you could see the love that held them together. She smiled and titled her head, laying it on his shoulder. He touched her face with his hands and softly said, “I love you!”

They may not have had material wealth, but these two were richer than most people I know. They had a powerful love. The kind of love that keeps your head up when things are looking down.

"Joe works for the borough," she said.

"What do you do?" I asked. She jumped right in not letting him answer.

"Joe collects garbage. You know I’m so proud of him."

"Honey, I'm sure the man doesn't want to hear this," said Joe.

"No, really I do," I said.

“You see Bob, Joe is the best garbage man in the borough. He can stack more garbage on the truck than anyone else.  He gets so much in one truck that they don't have to make as many runs," she said with such passion.

"In the long run," Joe continues, "I save the borough money. Man hours are down and the cost per truck is less."

There was silence. I didn't know what to say. I shook my head searching for the right words.

"That's incredible! Most people would gripe about a job like that. It certainly is a difficult one. But your attitude about it is amazing," I said.

She walked over to the shelf next to the couch. As she turned she held in her hand a small framed paper.

"When we had our third child Joe lost his job. We were on unemployment for a time and then eventually welfare. He couldn't find work anywhere. Then one day he was sent on an interview here in this community. They offered him the job he now holds. He came home depressed and ashamed, telling me this was the best he could do. It actually paid less than we got on welfare."

She paused for a moment and walked toward Joe. "I have always been proud of him and always will be. You see I don't think the job makes the man. I believe the man makes the job!"

"We needed to live in the borough in order to work here. So we rented this home," Joe said. "When we moved in, this quote was hanging on the wall just inside the front door. It has made all the difference to us, Bob.

I knew that Joe was doing the right thing," she said as she handed me the frame.

It said: If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep the streets even as Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, "Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well." Martin Luther King.

“I love him for who he is. But what he does he does the best.  I love my garbage man!"

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“Life can be happier & stress free, if we remember one simple thought: We can’t have all that we desire, but time will give us all that we deserve”.

=====================================================

Have a safe & peaceful week ahead.