The Boat Painter

A man was asked to paint a boat.

He brought with him paint and brushes and began to paint the boat a bright red, as the owner asked him.

While painting, he noticed that there was a small hole in the hull, and quietly repaired it.

When finished painting, he received his money and left.

The next day, the owner of the boat came to the painter and presented him with a nice cheque, much higher than the payment for painting.

The painter was surprised and said "You've already paid me for painting the boat Sir!"

"But this is not for the paint job. It's for having repaired the hole in the boat."

"Ah! But it was such a small service... certainly it's not worth paying me such a high amount for something so insignificant."

"My dear friend, you do not understand. Let me tell you what happened.

When I asked you to paint the boat, I forgot to mention about the hole.

When the boat dried, my kids took the boat and went on a fishing trip.

They did not know that there was a hole. I was not at home at that time.

When I returned and noticed they had taken the boat, I was desperate because I remembered that the boat had a hole.

Imagine my relief and joy when I saw them returning from fishing.

Then, I examined the boat and found that you had repaired the hole! You see, now, what you did? You saved the life of my children! I do not have enough money to pay your 'small' good deed."

So, no matter who, when or how. Just continue to help, sustain, wipe tears, listen attentively and carefully repair all the 'leaks' you find, because you never know when one is in need of us or when God holds a pleasant surprise for us to be helpful and important to someone.

You may have repaired numerous 'boat holes' along the way... of several people without realizing how many lives you've saved.

✨So Keep up Good  work ...✨💐

🙏 😊
I want to thank Everyone who Repaired my boat this year 2016 in every way like Good Wishes, thoughts, love, care & prayers...  🙏🏻 😊

Blast  & cheers 2017 👍😁 🎉

Appraisal of Own Work

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits (phone numbers).  The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation.

Boy: ‘Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?

Woman: (at the other end of the phone line): ‘I already have someone to cut my lawn.’

Boy: ‘Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now.’

Woman: I’m very satisfied with the person who is presently cutting my lawn.

Boy: (with more perseverance) : ‘Lady, I’ll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach , Florida.’

Woman: No, thank you.

With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver. The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy.

Store Owner: ‘Son… I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.’

Boy: ‘No thanks.’

Store Owner: But you were really pleading for one.

Boy: No Sir, I was just checking my performance at the Job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady I was talking to!’

Moral: This is what we call ‘Self Appraisal’.  Every time if we don’t get ahead of others, we blame others for it.  We should look to our self and compare, find own weaknesses and work hard to throw away weaknesses.  Always Work Hard, Honest and with full Dedication.  It will always pay up.

Always be happy with what you have...
enjoy your job..

Need of Love

The on-duty nurse took the anxious young Major to the bedside.

"Your son is here," she said softly, to the old man lying there.

  She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

  Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Major standing outside the oxygen tent.

  He reached out his hand.

  The Major wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

  The nurse, observing the touching moments, brought a chair so that the Major could sit beside the bed.

  "Thank you Ma'am!" a polite acknowledgement followed.

  All through the night the young Major sat there in the poorly lit ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.  Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the officer move away and rest awhile.

  He graciously refused.

  Whenever the nurse came into the ward, he was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

  Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

  Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Major released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.
While she did what she had to do, he waited...


  Finally, she returned,- &  started to offer words of sympathy, but the Major interrupted her.
.

"Who was that man?" he asked.


The nurse was startled,
"He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Major replied.
"I never saw him before in my life."


"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"


"I knew right away there had been a mistake,
but I also knew he needed his son, and his
son just wasn't here!"

The nurse listened on, confused.

"When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."

"So then what was the purpose of your visit here, at the hospital, good sir?",  the nurse queried of him.

  "I came here tonight to find a Mr. Vikram Salaria.
His son was Killed in J&K last night, and I was sent to inform him."

'But the man whose hand you kept holding whole night was Mr Vikram Salaria!'

They stood in complete silence. There couldn't be anything more assuring for a dying man than his son's hand!


The next time someone needs you ... just be there!
&
Just stay!!!


WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A
TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE,
WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE...🙏

Be Active

गिद्धों का एक झुण्ड खाने की तलाश में भटक रहा था।
उड़ते – उड़ते वे एक टापू पे पहुँच गए। वो जगह उनके लिए स्वर्ग के समान थी। हर तरफ खाने के लिए मेंढक, मछलियाँ और समुद्री जीव मौजूद थे और इससे भी बड़ी बात ये थी कि वहां इन गिद्धों का शिकार करने वाला कोई जंगली जानवर नहीं था और वे बिना किसी भय के वहां रह सकते थे।

युवा गिद्ध  कुछ ज्यादा ही उत्साहित थे, उनमे से एक बोला, ” वाह ! मजा आ गया, अब तो मैं यहाँ से कहीं नहीं जाने वाला, यहाँ तो बिना किसी मेहनत के ही हमें बैठे -बैठे खाने को मिल रहा है!”

बाकी गिद्ध भी उसकी हाँ में हाँ मिला ख़ुशी से झूमने लगे।

सबके दिन मौज -मस्ती में बीत रहे थे लेकिन झुण्ड का सबसे बूढ़ा गिद्ध इससे खुश नहीं था।


एक दिन अपनी चिंता जाहिर करते हुए वो बोला, ” भाइयों, हम गिद्ध हैं, हमें हमारी ऊँची उड़ान और अचूक वार करने की ताकत के लिए जाना जाता है। पर जबसे हम यहाँ आये हैं हर कोई आराम तलब हो गया है …ऊँची उड़ान तो दूर ज्यादातर गिद्ध तो कई महीनो से उड़े तक नहीं हैं…और आसानी से मिलने वाले भोजन की वजह से अब हम सब शिकार करना भी भूल रहे हैं … ये हमारे भविष्य के लिए अच्छा नहीं है …मैंने फैसला किया है कि मैं इस टापू को छोड़ वापस उन पुराने जंगलो में लौट जाऊँगा …अगर मेरे साथ कोई चलना चाहे तो चल सकता है !”

बूढ़े गिद्ध की बात सुन बाकी गिद्ध हंसने लगे। किसी ने उसे पागल कहा तो कोई उसे मूर्ख की उपाधि देने लगा। बेचारा बूढ़ा गिद्ध अकेले ही वापस लौट गया।

समय बीता, कुछ वर्षों बाद बूढ़े गिद्ध ने सोचा, ” ना जाने मैं अब कितने दिन जीवित रहूँ, क्यों न एक बार चल कर अपने पुराने साथियों से मिल लिया जाए!”

लम्बी यात्रा के बाद जब वो टापू पे पहुंचा तो वहां का दृश्य भयावह था।

ज्यादातर गिद्ध मारे जा चुके थे और जो बचे थे वे बुरी तरह घायल थे।

“ये कैसे हो गया ?”, बूढ़े गिद्ध ने पूछा।

कराहते हुए एक घायल गिद्ध बोला, “हमे क्षमा कीजियेगा, हमने आपकी बातों को गंभीरता से नहीं लिया और आपका मजाक तक उड़ाया … दरअसल, आपके जाने के कुछ महीनो बाद एक बड़ी सी जहाज इस टापू पे आई …और चीतों का एक दल यहाँ छोड़ गयी। चीतों ने पहले तो हम पर हमला नहीं किया, पर जैसे ही उन्हें पता चला कि हम सब न ऊँचा उड़ सकते हैं और न अपने पंजो से हमला कर सकते हैं…उन्होंने हमे खाना शुरू कर दिया। अब हमारी आबादी खत्म होने की कगार पर है .. बस हम जैसे कुछ घायल गिद्ध ही ज़िंदा बचे हैं !”

बूढ़ा गिद्ध उन्हें देखकर बस अफ़सोस कर सकता था, वो वापस जंगलों की तरफ उड़ चला।

अगर हम अपनी किसी शक्ति का use नहीं करते तो धीरे-धीरे हम उसे  lose कर देते हैं।

For instance, अगर हम अपने brain का use नहीं करते तो उसकी sharpness घटती जाती है, अगर हम अपनी muscles का use नही करते तो
उनकी ताकत घट जाती है… इसी तरह अगर हम अपनी skills को polish नहीं करते तो हमारी काम करने की efficiency कम होती जाती है!

तेजी से बदलती इस दुनिया में हमें खुद को बदलाव के लिए तैयार रखना चाहिए। पर बहुत बार हम अपनी current job या business में इतने comfortable हो जाते हैं कि बदलाव के बारे में सोचते ही नहीं और अपने अन्दर कोई नयी skills add नहीं करते, अपनी knowledge बढ़ाने के लिए कोई किताब नहीं पढ़ते कोई training program नहीं attend करते, यहाँ तक की हम उन चीजों में भी dull हो जाते हैं जिनकी वजह से कभी हमे जाना जाता था और फिर जब market conditions change होती हैं और हमारी नौकरी या बिज़नेस पे आंच आती है तो हम हालात को दोष देने लगते हैं।

ऐसा मत करिए…अपनी काबिलियत, अपनी ताकत को जिंदा रखिये…अपने कौशल, अपने हुनर को और तराशिये…उसपे धूल मत जमने दीजिये…और जब आप ऐसा करेंगे तो बड़ी से बड़ी मुसीबत आने पर भी आप ऊँची उड़ान भर पायेंगे!