This explains why I forward jokes.

This explains why I forward jokes. A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.   He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.   After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.   When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.   When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?' 'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered. 'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.   'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up.'   The man gestured, and the gate began to open.   'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveler asked.   'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'   The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.   After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.   As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.   'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'   'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'   'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.   'There should be a bowl by the pump.'   They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.   The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.   When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.   'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.   'This is Heaven,' he answered.   'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'   'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell'   'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'   'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'   Soooo ..   Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.   Maybe this will explain.   When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.   When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you forward jokes.     When you have something to say, but don't know what, and don't know how, you forward jokes.   Also to let you know that you are still remembered, you are still important, you are still loved, you are still cared for, guess what you get? A forwarded joke. So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile. You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime.........

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This is to test a tele blogging channel.

Poem from a dying Girl

Dear All,

Please take a moment to read and feel.

Best regards,

Dr.R.Arulmoli


Slow Dance

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.

She wants to see how many people get her poem.

It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.


This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital

Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.


         SLOW DANCE


Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say, 'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

I'm sending this to very few

A few days ago, some one wished me "Happy Poojas".

 

I didn't understand and asked her,"'What do you mean by that?"

 

"What do you mean 'what do you mean by that?'"

With all caution not to hurt her I asked, "What do you mean by "Happy Poojas""

 

Her reply was simple "I don't know. If its navratri, you wish people like this. Isn't it?" and she left without waiting for a response.

 

Its interesting, I thought.

In a way, what she said was true.

If New year, you wish people, Happy New Year.

If Birthday, Happy Birthday.

If Marriage Anniversary, Happy Marriage day/x/y/z....

 

Good. I don't have any complaints.

But why to use the same format for a cultural celebration?

If its Eed (Id), we wish people Eed Mubharak - probably none of those reading this know the real meaning of this.

If Christmas, its Merry Christmas (Though the Bible mentions Christ's birth on march, we still don't have complaints either celebrating or wishing)

 

I don't have any complaints or am expressing any views about the above mentioned. But, the followers of the respective religions follow their protocol right. Why are we not so? Are we indifferent to the fact that we are today's living oldest culture?

Or are we ignorant about the right way of wishing people as how it should be?

 

In a few days, we are to celebrate a very old fesival Diwali/Deepavali. Is an exchange of Happy Diwali ok or should we say something else?

 

People who are still attached to the living roots know what and how the wish is to be.

 

On the day of Diwali, before sunrise, The Holiest River Ganga (The same river whose holy water was used to consecrate the US Parliament house's yearly beginning earlier this year.) is considered to be present in the water which we use to take bath (before sunrise.)

This is supposed to take place in a proper way-

 

• Wake up atleast 90 minutes before sunrise,
• Pray to Sun, Kuladevata, Ishtadevata, the elders in your family(alive/dead) and your parents
• Anoit oil in your head
• May the lady in your family or your mother pray and bless you for the Ganga Snaan and
• Have an oil bath (Though my friend suggest Head&Shoulder, I prefer Arappu and Shikakai)

And then, ask people if they have had "Ganga Snaan"

Ganga Snaanam Aaiducha?

Ganga Snaanam Aiyindha?

Ganga Snaanam Aayo? (Correction needed)

Ganga Snaana Aaithaa?

Ganga Snaan Ho Gaya?

Ganga Snaan Thai Gyu?

Have you had the Holy Ganga Bath?

 

This is a very small step which shall reconnect you with our culture - OUR culture.

 

I'm sending this to very very sensible people in my mail list - whom I respect.

 

If you are going to wish people "Have you had the Holy Ganga Bath?", then just say a Hi in the blog www.gangainbucket.blogspot.com

 

My way is the way of Truth,

My way is the way of Vedas,

My way is the way of Justice

 

May Indra always be victorious.

 

May God Be With You,

Baladheepak AC

 

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Race

Nobel scientist snubbed after racism claims

By Stephen Adams

Last Updated: 3:01am BST 20/10/2007

The Science Museum last night cancelled a talk by Nobel Prize winning scientist Dr James Watson after he was accused of making "racist" comments implying Africans were not as intelligent as whites.   Dr Watson is no stranger to controversy DNA pioneer Dr Watson, who discovered the double helix with Briton Francis Crick, has been roundly condemned for saying he was "inherently gloomy about the prospect of Africa" because "all our social policies are based on the fact that their intelligence is the same as ours – whereas all the testing says not really". The 79-year-old American was due to talk at the Science Museum's Dana Centre on Friday but last night a spokesman said Dr Watson's comments had gone "beyond the point of acceptable debate" He announced the Musuem was cancelling the sold-out talk as a result. On Tuesday night the Dana Centre had coincidentally hosted a debate entitled "Scientific Racism: A history". advertisement Dr Watson, who flew into Britain to promote a new book, has also provoked uproar by saying the assumption that different racial groups shared "equal powers of reason" was backed by "no firm reason". His comments have been fiercely attacked by fellow scientists, anti-racism campaigners and politicians. Neourobiologist Prof Steven Rose of the Open University, a founder member of the Society for Social Responsibility in Science, said such "racist" comments were also "genetic nonsense". "He should recognise that statements of this sort have racist functions and are to be deeply, deeply regretted," he said. "Making statements of that sort is certainly a great day for the British National Party but it's a sad day for scientists and racial harmony." Dr Watson has courted controversy before, saying darker-skinned people have a higher sex drive and that women should hypothetically have the right to abort fetuses that "may have a tendency to become homosexual". He has also backed genetic screening. Prof Stevens thought the 79-year-old American was stirring up trouble to raise publicity for his new book, entitled 'Avoid Boring People'. He said: "He doesn't need to do it. He had a distinguished reputation as a molecular biologist and he should keep out of areas in which he is not well qualified." No evidence that claimed to find people of African descent were less intelligent than Europeans or other racial groups had stood up to scientific scrutiny, he stressed. Koku Adomdza, director of the black equality pressure group The 1990 Trust, labelled Dr Watson a "complete dinosaur" and pressed him to apologise to "Africa and all people of African origin". He said: "Dr Watson is really a relic of the oldest stock and deserves to be made to account for his extremely offensive and ignorant remarks. "His very poisonously racist opinions put students and the unsuspecting public at serious risk." Keith Vaz, the Labour chairman of the Home Affairs Select Committee, commented: "It is sad to see a scientist of such achievement making such baseless, unscientific and extremely offensive comments. I am sure the scientific community will roundly reject what appear to be Dr Watson's personal prejudices. "These comments serve as a reminder of the attitudes which can still exists at the highest professional levels." The Equality and Human Rights Commission, successor to the Commission for Racial Equality, said it was considering Dr Watson's remarks "in full". The comments by Dr Watson, who was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1962 together with Britons Francis Crick and Maurice Wilkins, were first made in The Sunday Times. Dr Watson was also quoted as saying that while he hoped all races were equal, "people who have to deal with black employees find this not true". He wrote that "there is no firm reason to anticipate that the intellectual capacities of peoples geographically separated in their evolution should prove to have evolved identically. "Our wanting to reserve equal powers of reason as some universal heritage of humanity will not be enough to make it so." However, he said people should not discriminate racially, because "there are many people of colour who are very talented". He said he thought it would be 10 to 15 years before the genes for intelligence were identified. Despite the fierce barracking received by those who have put forward the theory of a racial basis for intellectual difference, the idea has refused to die. IQ testing has consistently shown that racial groups perform differently, say advocates. In 1994 the publication of Richard Hernnstein and Charles Murray's book The Bell Curve, that put forward evidence for the theory, caused a huge storm. In March last year Leeds lecturer Dr Frank Ellis caused a furore when he said he found such evidence "extremely convincing". He refused to withdraw his comments, prompting a wider argument over freedom of academic thought. He resigned that July. And last November Satoshi Kanazawa, an evolutionary psychologist at the London School of Economics, published a paper claiming African states were poor because their populations were less intelligent than Europeans and Asians. Dr Kanazawa refused to comment on Dr Watson's thoughts yesterday. Both sides agree there is far more variation in intelligence and genetics within racial groups than between them. However, opponents argue IQ tests are culturally biased and say lower average scores among blacks can also be explained by social rather than genetic factors.

 

 

Rain

 

From : Poonam

One more mail from Poonam.

I find the article she sends interesting. Probably because I connect the attitude of people with what is done by them.

I should say, She must be very interesting.

 

The Rain-Thomas Kincaid

Stop at the picture for a second, and watch the Rain... then read on...

One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick.

Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen, spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat. 'Dad, I'm thinking of something.'

This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered. I was eager to hear.  'What are you thinking?' I asked.

'The rain!' she began, 'is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like God wiping our sins away.'

After the chill b umps r aced up my arms I was able to respond. 'That's really good, Aspen.'

Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl take this revelation? So I asked....

'Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that tell you?'

Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer: 'We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us.'

I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.

In order to see the Rainbow, you must first endure some Rain.  Hope the water flows when you get the picture.

READ THE FIRST LINE CAREFULLY.

If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Happy moments, praise God.

Difficult moments, seek God.

Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.

Every moment, thank God.

This is a Thomas Kincaid painting. It's rumored to carry a miracle!

The water is supposed to be running, so if it's not moving then the picture didn't come through entirely.

They say if you pass this on, you will receive a miracle.

Although, I am passing this on because I thought its really pretty.......

 

AN INSPIRATIONAL STORY

From: sandeep chandra 

I think we met for a very brief time - 10 minutes ??

We spoke very little - a compliment from him about my mimicry and my thanking him - - That's all ???

 

Oh!! Its a briefer meeting than what I thought.

Well, I met Sandeep in Kandy - in a training program which was organised by his mother.

I receive some good mails from him from time to time. This is one of the best what I have received from any of my friends.

 

 

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child."

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Sha y put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over t he first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming,
"Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into t his world".

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of
jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message. Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things." So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.