Why Me?

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"? To this Arthur Ashe replied: "The world over -- 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'. And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?' "

Philosophy Class

Professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of
him.

When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty
mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.

They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.

He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the
golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.

Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space
between the sand.

The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to
recognize that this jar represents your life.

"The golf balls are the important things - your God, family, your children,
your health, your friends, and your favorite passions - things that if
everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be
full.

"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and
your car.

"The sand is everything else--the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room
for the pebbles or the golf balls.

"The same goes for life.
"If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never
have room for the things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Play with your children.

"Take time to get medical checkups.

"Take your partner out to dinner.

"Play another 18.

"There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

"Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.

"Set your priorities.

"The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee
represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked.

"It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem,
there's always room for a cup of talks with a friend."

India in 1835

My C : Most probably a fake ! goto http://koenraadelst.voiceofdharma.com/articles/hinduism/macaulay.html

Cricket's Ravana

New words added in dictionary !!!

New words added in dictionary !!!

Ponting: (n) (adj)

A substance or entity or even a person of unquestionable integrity
An act of uncivilised behaviour. [Also, pontingness (n)]

Usage: The judge was driven towards justice because he knew that the
pontiff was a ponting.

Sir Bonkers said, %u201CDon%u2019t try to bully me. I surely can
fathom the pontingness in your eyes%u201D.

Bucknor: (n) (adj)
1. Temporary blindness leading to missing out on the obvious.
2. To be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
3. Situations leading to grave judgemental errors.

Usage: I feel bucknored by my friend; Life often throws a bucknor at you.

Benson: (n) (adj)
1. Something that legitimises a severe bucknor.
Usage: First they bucknored me and then they bensoned it! I am toast.
Also see bucknor

New rules in ICC!!!

(1) Ricky Ponting - (THE TRULY GENUINE CRICKETER OF THE CRICKET
ERA AND WHOSE INTEGRITY SHOULD NOT BE DOUBTED) should be considered
as the FOURTH UMPIRE. As per the new rules, FOURTH UMPIRE decision is
final and will over ride any decisions taken by any other umpires.
ON-FIELD umpires can seek the assistance of RICKY PONTING even if he
is not on the field. This rule is to be made, so that every team
should understand the importance of the FOURTH UMPIRE.

(2) While AUSTRALIAN TEAM is bowling, If the ball flies anywhere
close to the AUSTRALIAN FIELDER(WITHIN 5 meter distance), the batsman
is to be considered OUT irrelevant of whether the catch was taken
cleanly or grassed. Any decision for further clarification should be
sought from the FOURTH UMPIRE. This is made to ensure that the
cricket is played with SPORTIVE SPIRIT by all the teams.

(3) While BATTING, AUSTRALIAN players will wait for the ON-FIELD
UMPIRE decisions only (even if the catch goes to the FIFTH SLIP as
the ball might not have touched the bat). Each AUSTRALIAN batsman has
to be out FOUR TIMES (minimum) before he can return to the pavilion.
In case of THE CRICKETER WITH INTEGRITY, this can be higher.

(4) UMPIRES should consider a huge bonus if an AUSTRALIAN player
scores a century. Any wrong decisions can be ignored as they will be
paid huge bonus and will receive the backing of the AUSTRALIAN team
and board.

(5) All AUSTRALIAN players are eligible to keep commenting about
all players on the field and the OPPONENT TEAM should never comment
as they will be spoiling the spirit of the AUSTRALIAN team. Any
comments made in any other language are to be considered as RACIALISM
only.

(6) MATCH REFREE decisions will be taken purely on the AUSTRALIAN
TEAM advices only. Player views from the other teams decisions will
not be considered for hearing. MATCH REFREES are to be given huge
bonus if this rule is implemented.

(7) NO VISITING TEAM should plan to win in AUSTRALIA. This is to
ensure that the sportive spirit of CRICKET is maintained.

(8) THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE: If any bowler gets RICKY PONTING -
"THE UNDISPUTED CRICKETER WITH INTEGTIRY IN THE GAME OF CRICKET" more
than twice in a series, he will be banned for the REST OF THE SERIES.
This is to ensure that the best batsman/Captain will be played to
break records and create history in the game of CRICKET.

These rules will clarify better to the all the teams VISITING
AUSTRALIA.

Beautiful... beautiful and worth the read - for a successful marriage

To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said,
I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.

Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I
was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to
be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her
question.

This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are
not a man!

That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted
to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a
satisfactory answer; i had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I did'nt
love her anymore..I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that
she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at
it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life
with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and
energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.
To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had
obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at
the table. I did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep
very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up,
she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over
and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything
from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in
that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her
reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she did'nt
want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall
how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested
that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the
front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy.

Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I
told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it
was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,
she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my
divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the
first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is
holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.

From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten
meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell
our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.

I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove
alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest.
I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at
this woman carefully for a long time. I realised she was not young any more.
There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was greying! Our marriage had
taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning.
This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and
sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't
tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by.
Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses
but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown
bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason
why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much
pain and bitterness in her heart.

Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the
moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father
carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life.

My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my
face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I
then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room,
to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her
body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in
my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school.

I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I
drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I
was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew
opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce
anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever?
She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce.
My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the
details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I
realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed
to hold her until death does us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the
door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral
shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl
asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: I'll carry you out
every morning until death does us apart.

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is
not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These
create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in
themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things
for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just
might save a marriage.