5 Advice to Become a Human

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
—Lao-Tze

Important of Small one

The sunshine of life is made of very little beams that are bright all the time;

To give up something, when giving up will prevent unhappiness;
To yield, when persisting will chafe and fret others;
to go little around than come against another;
To take an ill look or cross word quietly, and not resent or return it,
these are the ways in which clouds and storms are kept off and a pleasant and sunshine secured.

- Conrad Aiken

Develope Purity In Heart

Two Monks on the privillage came to the river bank. There they saw a girl dressed in all her finery and obviously not knowing how to cross the river .

Without much ado , one of the monks took her on his back , carried her across , and put her down on dry ground.

Then the monks continued their walk . But the other monk started complaning . "Surely it is not right to touch the woman ; it is against the commandments to have close contact with women ; how can you go aginst the rules for the monks ? "

The complaint bemoned endlessly . The monk who carried a girl walk along silently , but finally he remarked ,....


QUESTIONS :
1. What was the monk's remark ?
2. what is the implication of the story ? Try to answer by your self ....

ANSWERS :
1. " I let her down by the river . But why are you still carrying her ? "
2. Any kind of action done with an immaulate heart can never be sinful .

Be a Genious in Human Relationship

 A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of married life . They were loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eye.

      One morning , when the boy was around two years old , the husband saw the medicine bottle open . He was late for his office so he told his wife to tap the bottle and keep it in cupboard . The wife , preoccupied with work in the kitchen , totally forgot the matter . The boy playfully went up to the medicine bottle and fascinated by the color of bottle , drank it all . It happened to be poisonous meant for adults to be consumed in small doses . When the child showed the signs of poisoning the wife took him to the hospital , where he died .

      The mother was stunned . She was terrified how to face the husband .

      When the disttraught husband came to the hospital and saw the dead child , he looked at his wife and uttered just four words : " ......"


      QUESTIONS :

      1. What were the four words ?
      2. What is the implication of this story ?  pls try to answer these questions by yourself ...

      ANSWERS :

      1. The Husband just said " I Love you Darling " .
      2. The husband's totally unexpected reaction is called PROACTIVE BEHAVIOUR . He is indeed a genious in human relationship . The child is dead . It can never come back to life . There is no point to finding fault of wife . She also has lost her only child . What is needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from her husband . That is what he gave her . If everyone look their life with this kind of perspective , there would be much fewer problems in the world .

Lesson of Life by Short Story

A certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest

man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came

upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

Rather than finding a saintly man, though, our hero, on entering the main room of the

castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the

corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with

platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with

everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the

man's attention.

"The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told

him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that

the boy look around the palace and return in two hours.

" 'Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,' said the wise man, handing the boy a

teaspoon that held two drops of oil. 'As you wander around, carry this spoon with you

without allowing the oil to spill.'

"The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his

eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man

was.

" 'Well,' asked the wise man, 'did you see the Persian tapestries that are hanging in my

dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create?

Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?'

"The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only

concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

" 'Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,' said the wise man. 'You cannot

trust a man if you don't know his house.'

"Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this

time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens,

the mountains all around him, the beauty of the flowers, and the taste with which

everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he related in detail

everything he had seen.

" 'But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?' asked the wise man.

"Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.

" 'Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,' said the wisest of wise men.

'The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the

drops of oil on the spoon.'

                                                                                                            - The Alchemist

                                                                                                                        Paulo Coelho