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The Painting on the wall
The Painting on the wall
There was a king who
was a great admirer of art. One day an artist came and said to the king, “Oh
King! Give me a blank wall in your palace and let me paint a picture on it.”
The artist was given the job. Just then, another young man said, “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. I too am an artist.” The king said, “What would you like to make?” The man said, “My Lord, I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. Moreover, I shall do so, without looking at his work. I would even request you to have a thick curtain put up between the two walls so that either of us cannot see the other.”
Everyone in the king’s court, including the king was intrigued. He decided to give the young fellow a chance. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint, oil, water etc. The second one worked with some cloth and a bucket of water. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete. The king sent for the second artist and asked him, “Young man, when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening.” The man said, “My Lord, my wall is ready too!”
The king went to see the first artist’s wall. He was very, very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line, each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. But this man had not been seeing what was going on, on the other side of the curtain. So how had he done it?
The king wanted to know the secret. He gave a double reward to the fellow. Then he said, “Young man, I am indeed very happy with your work. But you must tell me; how did you do it?”
The lad said simply, “It’s very easy! I just polished the wall every day till it shone like a mirror!” It was a wall made of white marble! The reflection of the painting across the room, showed up in it!
That is what it means to polish yourself. World is a reflection of you. Whatever you are, the world will seem to be that too. If you are happy, the world will look to be happy. If you are sad; jealous; angry; restless... that is what the world will seem to be to you!
The artist was given the job. Just then, another young man said, “Oh King! Please allow me to work on the opposite wall. I too am an artist.” The king said, “What would you like to make?” The man said, “My Lord, I shall make exactly what that man will make on the opposite wall. Moreover, I shall do so, without looking at his work. I would even request you to have a thick curtain put up between the two walls so that either of us cannot see the other.”
Everyone in the king’s court, including the king was intrigued. He decided to give the young fellow a chance. The following day a thick curtain was put into place and both the artists got to work. The first artist brought in a regular supply of paint, oil, water etc. The second one worked with some cloth and a bucket of water. After a month the first artist told the king that his work was complete. The king sent for the second artist and asked him, “Young man, when would your work be ready? I am coming to see the first wall this evening.” The man said, “My Lord, my wall is ready too!”
The king went to see the first artist’s wall. He was very, very impressed with the painting and gave a hefty sum as a reward to the artist. He then asked for the curtain to be opened up. Lo and behold! The same painting was to be seen on the opposite wall too! Amazing! But true! Each line, each minor detail was exactly as it was on the first wall. But this man had not been seeing what was going on, on the other side of the curtain. So how had he done it?
The king wanted to know the secret. He gave a double reward to the fellow. Then he said, “Young man, I am indeed very happy with your work. But you must tell me; how did you do it?”
The lad said simply, “It’s very easy! I just polished the wall every day till it shone like a mirror!” It was a wall made of white marble! The reflection of the painting across the room, showed up in it!
That is what it means to polish yourself. World is a reflection of you. Whatever you are, the world will seem to be that too. If you are happy, the world will look to be happy. If you are sad; jealous; angry; restless... that is what the world will seem to be to you!
With warm regards,
Jaideep Mirchandani
+919879514955
Friday, 18 May 2012
There is no miracle
There
is no miracle
One man
went out of his village, and after ten years, he came back, advertised himself
that "I have become successful in yoga practice." So naturally
villagers surrounded him. "Oh, what yoga practice you have learned?"
"I can walk on the water." "Oh?" So the arrangement was
that he'll cross the river, walking on the water. One old man came and said,
"Sir, it is very wonderful, but it is two paise worth."
"Why?" "Now, you will walk and go the other side; I'll take a
boat, pay him two paise. I'll do the same thing. So what is your credit?"
So those who are actually intelligent men, they will question, "What
actual profit you have made?” Let us say you are a chemist and you combine acid
and base and you make smoke, an explosion or whatever. To somebody ignorant,
that's a miracle. But for everything there is a process, and so when you see a
miracle, it's just ignorance of the process. So-called transcendentalists who
have no real stock of knowledge they are fond of these miracles, and for the
most part, because the innocent public is generally foolish, therefore they
accept these magicians as saintly persons. So one who does not know these
things, they say, "Oh, these are all stories." It is not story. It is
no miracle. They are all possible. So there is no such thing as miracle. It is
a process of doing. One must know how to do it. There is no miracle. We don't
say anything miracle. The real knowledge means science or knowing everything
about something.
With
Warm Regards,
Mirchandani
+919879514955
Saturday, 7 April 2012
From Where Do You Work
From Where Do You Work
An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family.
He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by. The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor.
The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was
not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior
materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.
When the carpenter finished his work the employer came to inspect the house.
He handed the front-door key to the carpenter. ‘This is your house,’ he
said, ‘my gift to you.’ The carpenter was shocked! What a shame!
If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. So it is with us.
We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into
the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built.
If we could do it over, we’d do it much differently. But we cannot go back.
You are the carpenter.
Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. ‘Life is a
do-it-yourself project,’ someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices
you make today, build the ‘house’ you live in tomorrow.
Have a Wonderful Weekend!
He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by. The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor.
The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was
not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior
materials. It was an unfortunate way to end a dedicated career.
When the carpenter finished his work the employer came to inspect the house.
He handed the front-door key to the carpenter. ‘This is your house,’ he
said, ‘my gift to you.’ The carpenter was shocked! What a shame!
If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. So it is with us.
We build our lives, a day at a time, often putting less than our best into
the building. Then with a shock we realize we have to live in the house we have built.
If we could do it over, we’d do it much differently. But we cannot go back.
You are the carpenter.
Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. ‘Life is a
do-it-yourself project,’ someone has said. Your attitudes and the choices
you make today, build the ‘house’ you live in tomorrow.
Have a Wonderful Weekend!
Mirchandani
+91 9879514955
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Honesty
Honesty
There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to the baker. One day the baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting a pound and he found that he was not. This angered him and he took the farmer to court.
The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure. The farmer replied, "Your Honor, I am primitive. I don't have a proper measure, but I do have a scale."
The judge asked, "Then how do you weigh the butter" The farmer replied "Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker."
What is the moral of the story? We get back in life what we give to others.
Honesty and dishonesty become a habit. Some people practice dishonesty and can lie with a straight face. Others lie so much that they don't even know what the truth is anymore. But who are they deceiving? Themselves – more than anyone else.
The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure. The farmer replied, "Your Honor, I am primitive. I don't have a proper measure, but I do have a scale."
The judge asked, "Then how do you weigh the butter" The farmer replied "Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker."
What is the moral of the story? We get back in life what we give to others.
Honesty and dishonesty become a habit. Some people practice dishonesty and can lie with a straight face. Others lie so much that they don't even know what the truth is anymore. But who are they deceiving? Themselves – more than anyone else.
With Warm Regards,
MIRCHANDANI
+919879514955
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