Heard my old weighing scale talk to the new one – All the best to you!
I have been serving them for the last few years.Keep this in mind you can never make this family happy.They are way too demanding,you would be expected to give higher numbers for their children but they less for them.They will always have a grumpy face and will never trust you.Pray they move you to the kitchen, may be then your presence would have some control over them and give them a reason to smile 😦 :-p.
Life is a book with chapters displaying the different phases.
Some happy moments,some sad,joys,failures,lessons,
achievements,pride.Each chapter taking you towards the end of your journey.You have been the author throughout but then the end, the highlight of your journey is captured by somebody else.
Do we talk or make backup plans for our children if they fail in their exams? Do we talk to them about options (fall back)?
We normally discuss ,what subjects to take,which college to apply?
It’s good to be positive at the same time practical.
We don’t always fail because we don’t work hard.
Sometimes it’s just a bad day.One bad day can’t cost our life.
This beautiful life has a purpose and we live in an era where there are umpteen options.
Why are exams (boards) so overrated?
Don’t people fail professionally,in relations…We fail many times.We should discuss failure it’s not a shame.
Don’t buckle your kids under your pressure.
When you plan their future also consider planning what if it doesn’t happen this way and make a list of options.
Relieve them from the burden\stress.
Let them know you are always there with them good or bad.
Reassurance reduces anxiety.
School kids leaving their houses and running away or ending their lives – why?
Discuss with them about their exams ,how they performed – Don’t make it a closed ended conversation good or bad?
Let them talk.
We all want somebody to hear us 👍🙏
Kapil had just returned from his annual visit. He was tired, his body aching.
His brother Kartik walked in. “You wait all year for this trip… but you come back like this every time. Why do you still go?”
Kapil smiled faintly. “Because they wait for me too. For ten days, I am welcomed with love, music, and care. They celebrate me.”
“Then what goes wrong?” Kartik asked.
“The last day,” Kapil whispered. “It always breaks my heart.”
He continued,
“A huge crowd gathers to bid me goodbye. It should be beautiful… but it isn’t. Some lose control. There is disrespect, chaos, and shame. I leave quietly, unable to hold my head high.”
Kartik looked at him, pained. “And this?” he asked, pointing at his injuries.
“My wounds will heal,” Kapil said softly. “But what hurts more is something deeper.”
He paused.
“The water that carries me away… she is suffering. Filled with plastic and toxins, she is choking. People don’t see that they are harming their own world.”
Silence filled the room.
Kapil looked ahead, his voice heavy with sadness.
“If they don’t change… one day, even I won’t be able to help them.”
Kapil is Lord Ganesha — welcomed with devotion, but sent away with neglect. A reminder that true faith lies in respect, responsibility, and care for both people and the planet.
There are some people whose existence seldom matters and there are some others who may have left us physically but they live in our hearts and share every moment of our life.
Such is the irony of life…The positive energy emitted from the soul is what matters; be it from a dead or an alive. That’s why they say a soul never dies…
Prioritize your passion.When you have a hobby you don’t always need people around.It helps you destress and rejuvenate your mind.Hobby can be anything you are passionate about.We all surely have one atleast!
Don’t be very Happy just because you are somebody’s first choice.Happiness is when you are also their last choice.
As friends we started talking
then joking and laughing
for the very silly reasons
I became fond of you
Our hands clashed while we wrote
little did we know that there was so much more
I caught you looking at me
saw that twinkle in your eye
that made me smile
and my heart beats ran a mile
Today I sit and ponder on those days
I really don’t know why I gave away
I had no pictures no postcards
All I was left with was memories in my mind
One day you will remember me
And the love I had for you
You are going to hate yourself
for letting me go
Even today I feel my place is in your arms
If we are soul mates our paths will cross again
Even today your smiles make me weak
and my tears start to leak
That maybe another world but I know
we will meet and this time forever
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgement; more experts, yet more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big men, and small character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
When I look back it feels as if my childhood got robbed away.Wish I had taken more care of it I would have remained young forever.
I grew up and learnt to be a parent and now I have become a parent reliving childhood.While having fun I didn’t realize I have made such wonderful memories with friends and family.
Blessmesai 
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