Happy Mothers’s Day

This poem is written by my friend Usha Vikas. Currently Usha is settled in Chile with her spouse and a lovely little girl.

Usha and my-self became friends around 4 years ago as were residing in the same society. Being a mommy, wife, daughter, she loves to pursue her passion of classical dancing, painting and few more activities. And in addition I have seen her writing skills too and I so wish she does start writing too. Wishing you luck and good health always. And yea I miss you.

The poem is self-explanatory. Please do read and enjoy.

“Dedicated to all the lifelines who brought me back to life..My daughter, father, Vikas Iyer, Gowri Iyer, Janani K Parthasarathy, Kannan Iyer. Maithili Raja Balasubramanian Raja Parthasarathy Veeravalli Deepti Praveen Pradeep Raja. The list continues. I love you all from the bottom of my heart. 

Thank you!”

To my mother in heaven,

Years have passed, eleven.

You were so strong,

I wish you had lived long.

I had to cope

And live with hope.

I was sixteen,

I had not foreseen.

I was sad,

The world seemed mad.

I was confused,

The world was amused.

I wish I had you,

To say I love you.

I had lost trust,

I couldn’t adjust.

I wish I had died,

But, I cried.

I was lost,

When a thought crossed.

I remembered what you had taught,

So I fought..

Oh Mother!

You didn’t let me bother. 

Today, I’m smarter,

Just like my Mother.

I miss my mother.

But, I have another.

She is my in law,

Full of awe.

I have a prayer,

God please take care of her.

Coz I have lost one,

And I’m done. 

I don’t know where to end,

As I have found a new friend.

For people from the past,

Memories are fading fast.

All I want to remember,

Is my mother full of splendor.

This can go on,

Like the sound of a gong.

Thoughts running fast,

As I have burnt my past.

All I have to say,

In the month of May,

Live your life,

Like a happy wife. 

Enjoy your way,

As it’s mothers day!


The Circus

Several years back, a series of books exploded onto the marketplace.They were known as “Chicken Soup for the Soul”. I managed to grab a few books and they did make a good read. I came across one such book in which the authors Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen compiled collection after collection of short stories that contained uplifting messages of hope and inspiration.

One story in volume two in particular really touched my heart.  It is a moving piece, contributed by Dan Clark, which speaks volumes about genuinely practicing love. A friend of mine recently shared this story with me and that I thought I should definitely post it here today.

The Circus

From: A 2nd Helping of Chicken Soup for the Soul 

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Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one other family between us and the ticket counter. This family made a big impression on me.

There were eight children, all probably under the age of 12. The way they were dressed, you could tell they didn’t have a lot of money, but their clothes were neat and clean. The children were well-behaved, all of them standing in line, two-by-two behind their parents, holding hands. They were excitedly jabbering about the clowns, animals, and all the acts they would be seeing that night. By their excitement you could sense they had never been to the circus before. It would be a highlight of their lives.

The father and mother were at the head of the pack standing proud as could be. The mother was holding her husband’s hand, looking up at him as if to say, “You’re my knight in shining armor.” He was smiling and enjoying seeing his family happy. 

The ticket lady asked the man how many tickets he wanted? He proudly responded, “I’d like to buy eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets, so I can take my family to the circus.” The ticket lady stated the price. The man’s wife let go of his hand, her head dropped, the man’s lip began to quiver. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, “How much did you say?” The ticket lady again stated the price. 

The man didn’t have enough money. How was he supposed to turn and tell his eight kids that he didn’t have enough money to take them to the circus?

Seeing what was going on, my dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a $20 bill, and then dropped it on the ground. (We were not wealthy in any sense of the word!) My father bent down, picked up the $20 bill, tapped the man on the shoulder and said, “Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.” The man understood what was going on. He wasn’t begging for a handout but certainly appreciated the help in a desperate, heartbreaking and embarrassing situation. 

He looked straight into my dad’s eyes, took my dad’s hand in both of his, squeezed tightly onto the $20 bill, and with his lip quivering and a tear streaming down his cheek, he replied; “Thank you, thank you, sir. This really means a lot to me and my family.”

My father and I went back to our car and drove home. The $20 that my dad gave away is what we were going to buy our own tickets with. 

Although we didn’t get to see the circus that night, we both felt a joy inside us that was far greater than seeing the circus could ever provide.

What did I learn from this story?

Learnt the value of Giving.

The Giver is bigger than the Receiver. 

If you want to be large, larger than the life, learn to Give.

Only if you Give, can you Receive more. The Givers heart becomes the Ocean, in tune with the Almighty – The Source

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get – only with what you are expecting to give – which is everything.

Missing Values in Action..??

When the ancient Chinese decided to live in peace, they made the great wall of China. They thought no one could climb it due to its height. During the first 100 years of its existence, the Chinese were invaded thrice. And every time, the hordes of enemy infantry had no need of penetrating or climbing over the wall… because each time they bribed the guards and came through the doors.
The Chinese built the wall but forgot the character-building of the wall-guards. Thus, the building of human character comes BEFORE building of anything else.. That’s what our CHILDREN need today.
Like one Orientalist said:
If you want to destroy the civilization of a nation there are 3 ways:
1. Destroy family structure.
2. Destroy education.
3. Lower their role models and references.
1. In order to destroy the family: undermine the role of Mother, so that she  feels ashamed of being a housewife.
2. To destroy education: you should give no importance to Teacher and lower his place in
society so that the students despise him.
3. To lower the role models: you should undermine the Scholars, doubt them until no one listens to them or follows them.
For when a conscious mother disappears, a dedicated teacher disappears and there’s a downfall of role models, WHO will teach the youngsters VALUES?
Think over it…!! Is our home also invaded..??

The Abundance Principle

An Excellent story !!!

Once a man got lost in a desert. The water in his flask had run out two days ago, and he was on his last legs. He knew that if he didn’t get some water soon, he would surely die. The man saw a small hut ahead of him. He thought it would be a mirage or maybe a hallucination, but having no other option, he moved toward it. As he got closer, he realized it was quite real. So he dragged his tired body to the door with the last of his strength.
The hut was not occupied and seemed like it had been abandoned for quite some time. The man entered into it, hoping against hope that he might find water inside.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw what was in the hut – a water hand pump…… It had a pipe going down through the floor, perhaps tapping a source of water deep under-ground.
He began working the hand pump, but no water came out. He kept at it and still nothing happened. Finally he gave up from exhaustion and frustration. He threw up his hands in despair. It looked as if he was going to die after all. Then the man noticed a bottle in one corner of the hut. It was filled with water and corked up to prevent evaporation. He uncorked the bottle and was about to gulp down the sweet life-giving water, when he noticed a piece of paper attached to it. Handwriting on the paper read : “Use this water to start the pump. Don’t forget to fill the bottle when you’re done.”
He had a dilemma. He could follow the instruction and pour the water into the pump, or he could ignore it and just drink the water. What to do? If he let the water go into the pump, what assurance did he have that it would work? What if the pump malfunctioned? What if the pipe had a leak? What if the underground reservoir had long dried up?
But then… maybe the instruction was correct. Should he risk it? If it turned out to be false, he would be throwing away the last water he would ever see. 
Hands trembling, he poured the water into the pump. Then he closed his eyes, said a prayer, and started working the pump. He heard a gurgling sound, and then water came gushing out, more than he could possibly use. He luxuriated in the cool and refreshing stream. He was going to live!
After drinking his fill and feeling much better, he looked around the hut. He found a pencil and a map of the region. The map showed that he was still far away from civilization, but at least now he knew where he was and which direction to go. He filled his flask for the journey ahead. He also filled the bottle and put the cork back in. Before leaving the hut, he added his own writing below the instruction: “Believe me, it works!”
This story is all about LIFE. It teaches us that We must GIVE  before We can RECEIVE Abundantly.
More importantly, it also teaches that FAITH plays an important role in GIVING.
The man did not know if his action would be rewarded, but he proceeded regardless. Without knowing what to expect, he made a Leap of Faith.
Water in this story represents the *Good things in Life
Give life some *”Water”* to *Work with*, and it will *RETURN _far more than you put in_………!!!*




Two PROCESSIONS of the same person but with two different RESPONSES.

One was a triumphant ENTRY into Jerusalem City; the other a painful EXIT outside Jerusalem city.

In the first, the DONKEY carried Jesus; in the second Jesus carried the CROSS.

In the first HOSANNA was the exclamation; in the second CRUCIFY was the cry.

In the first people held BRANCHES of the tree; in the second Jesus held WOOD of the tree.

In the first people’s garments were SPREAD on the road; in the second Jesus’ garments were DIVIDED among the four.

In the first the disciples ACCOMPANIED Jesus; in the second the disciples FLED from Jesus.

Life has Sunshine as well as Dark nights. Rainbows as well as Thunderstorms.

Happiness is TEMPORARY. Sadness is TRANSITORY

A Kite cannot FLY all the time above in the clouds; it has to LIE down to the ground.

Both PALM SUNDAY and FOOD FRIDAY were needed to arrive at EASTER SUNDAY.

Wishing everyone a blessed Holy Week!!

The Power of One


One song can spark a moment,
One flower can wake the dream.

One tree can start a forest,
One bird can herald spring.

One smile begins a friendship,
One handclasp lifts a soul.

One star can guide a ship at sea,
One word can frame the goal.

One vote can change a nation,
One sunbeam lights a room.

One candle wipes out darkness,
One laugh will conquer gloom.

One step must start each journey,
One word must start each prayer.

One hope will raise our spirits,
One touch can show you care.

One voice can speak with wisdom.
One heart can know what’s true.

One life can make the difference,
You see, it’s up to you!!

(Author Unknown)