How Can You “SM_LE” Without “I” ? How Can You Be “F_NE” Without “I” ? How Can You “W_SH” Without “I” ? How Can You Be “N_CE” Without “I” ? How Can You Be a “FR_END” Without “I” ? So “I” Am Very Important! But How Can I Achieve “S_CCESS” Without “U” ? How Can I “LA_GH” Without ‘U’? How Can I Take A “C_P” of Tea or Coffee Without “U”? How Can I Enjoy The “S_NSHINE” Without “U”? How Can I Have “F_N” Without “U”? And That Makes “U” More Important Than “I”!
Therefore humans (U & I) = WE need one another in life to be happy, work together and achieve greater things. Let’s propagate positivity and shun negativity. 👍👍👍👍🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
This is an article on the internet that has caused many to reflect over their own lives. The author is a retired writer, and she expressed emotion when she was about to go to an old age or retirement home.
I’m going to an old age home. I have to. When life gets to where you are no longer able to take care of yourself completely, your children are busy at work and have to take care of their children and have no time to take care of you, this seems to be the only way out.
The old age home is in good condition, with clean single rooms equipped with simple and practical electrical appliances. All kinds of entertainment facilities are complete, the food is fairly delicious, the service is also very good. The environment is also very beautiful, but the price is not cheap.
My pension is poorly able to support this. But I have my own house. If I sell it, then money is not a problem. I can spend it on retirement, and the rest will be left as an inheritance for my son. The son understands very well: “your money and your property should be enjoyed by you, don’t worry about us.” Now I have to consider preparing to go to a nursing home.
As the saying goes: Breaking a family is worth tens of thousands, which refers to many things. Boxes, bags, cabinets, and drawers are filled with all kinds of daily necessities: clothings for all weathers and beddings for all seasons.
I like to collect. I have collected a lot of stamps. I have also hundreds of purple clay tea pots. There are many small collections, and such small items as pendants of emerald and walnut amber, and two small yellow croakers. I am.specially fond of books. The bookshelves on the wall are full.
There are also dozens of bottles of good foreign wine. There are full sets of household appliances; various cooking utensils, pots and pans, rice, oil, salt, noodles, floue,spices, various seasonings, in fact the kitchen is also full. There are also dozens and dozens of photo albums…, looking at the house full of things, I’m worried!
The old age home has only one room with a cabinet, a table, a bed, a sofa, a refrigerator, a washing machine, a TV, an induction cooker and a microwave oven — all the things I will really need. There is no place to store the wealth that I have accumulated throughout my life.
At this moment, I suddenly feel that my so-called wealth is superfluous, and it doesn’t belong to me. I just take a look at it, play with it, use it. It actually belongs to this world. The wealth that come in turns are just passing by. Whose palace is the Forbidden City? The Emperor thought it belonged to him, but today it belongs to the people and society.
You look at these, you play with these, you use these but you can’t take them with you in death.
I really want to donate the things in my house, but I can’t get it done. To deal with it has now become a problem. Very few children and grandchildren can appreciate what I have collected. I can imagine what it will be like when my children and grandchildren face with these painstakingly accumulated treasures of mine: all the clothes and bedding will be thrown away; dozens of precious photos will be destroyed; books will be sold as scrap. Collections? If you are not interested, you will dispose of them. The mahogany furniture is not practical and will be sold at a low price.
Just like the end of the Red Mansion: only a piece of white left, so clean.
Facing with the mountain of clothes, I only picked a few favourites; I only kept a set of pots and pans for kitchen supplies, a few books that are worth reading; a handful of teapots for tea. Bring along my ID card, senior citizen certificate, health insurance card, household register, and of course a bank card. Enough!
It’s all my belongings! I’m gone. I bid farewell to my neighbours, I knelt down at the door and bowed three times and gave this home back to the world.
Yes! In life, you can only sleep in one bed, live in one room. Any more of it is merely for watching and playing!
Having lived a lifetime, people finally understand: we don’t really need much. Don’t be shackled by superfluous things to be happy!
It’s ridiculous to compete for fame and fortune. Life is no more than a bed.
*For people over 60 years old, shouldnt we think carefully about how to take the last journey in life?
Let go of fantasies and baggage, and of those things that can’t be eaten, worn, used.
Most of us adorn all that we are not , little do we realise how temporary all our costumes are !!
Happy Reading … Fused Bulb Concept
A senior executive retired and shifted from his palatial official quarters to the housing society, where he owned a flat. He considered himself big and never talked to anyone. Even while walking in the society park every evening, he ignored others, looking at them with contempt.
One day, it somehow transpired that an elderly person sitting beside him started a conversation, and they continued to meet. Every conversation was mostly a monologue with the retired executive harping on his pet topic, “Nobody can imagine the big post and high position I held before retirement; I came here due to compulsions”; and so on, and the other elderly person used to listen to him quietly.
After many days, when the retired executive was inquisitive about others, the elderly listener opened his mouth and said, “After retirement, we are all like fused bulbs. It does not matter what a bulb’s wattage was, how much light or glitter it gave, after it gets fused.”
He continued, “I have been living in this society for the last 5 years and have not told anyone that I was a Member of the Parliament for two terms. On your right, over there is Vermaji, who retired as General Manager in Indian Railways. Over there is Singh Saheb, who was a Major General in the Army. That person sitting on the bench in spotless white dress is Mehraji, who was the chief of ISRO before retirement. He hasn’t revealed it to anyone, not even to me, but I know.”
“All fused bulbs are now the same – whatever its wattage was – 0, 10, 40, 60, 100 watts – it doesn’t matter now. Neither does it matter what type of bulb it was before it got fused – LED, CFL, Halogen, Incandescent, fluorescent, or decorative. And that, my friend, applies to you too. The day you understand this, you will find peace and tranquillity even in this housing society.”
“The rising sun as well as the setting sun are both beautiful and adorable. But, in reality, the rising sun gets more importance and adoration, and is even worshipped , whereas the setting sun is not given the same reverence. It is better to understand this sooner than later”.
Our current designation, title and power are not permanent. Keeping lot of emotions with these things only complicate our life when we lose this one day.
Be humble..be nice. Throw away your ego. After all people will remember you and not your designation. People do not make friends with Retd IAS, OAS, but how good a person you are.
Remember that when the game is over, the king and the pawn go back in the same box.!!!
Britishers looted our precious knowledge acquired over thousands of years. “The Third Mysore war took place between Tipu Sultan and Britishers. The Mysore soldiers captured a truck which was carrying food for the British army.A simple Marathi named Kosaji was the one who drove this truck. Tipu Sultan ordered to cut off his nose. Kosaji with his nose cut was released after the end of the war. A British doctor came forward to treat him. But Kosaji did not allow that doctor to treat him and said to take him to a traditional physician named Kumar.The Britishers scolded him for choosing the local remedy instead of modern medicine. He said, “Dr. Kumar will fix my cut nose again.” Everyone started laughing. But they agreed to his request and took him to Kumar. The local physician, Kumar, was doing a brick kiln business.
He peeled some skin from Kosaji’s forehead and stitched it with the nose. The nose grew back. The skin from the forehead also grew back. The British doctor, who saw this miracle, drew a painting of the miraculous incident and sent it to Britain. On seeing the message,Joseph Constantine Carpue , an English doctor, came from London and met Dr. Kumar. He stayed for several years and returned back after learning this therapy. He went to London and performed the world’s first plastic surgery in 1816. It was then known as a Carpue operation.
How did Dr. Kumar know plastic surgery? An ancient Indian physician, named Sushruta, wrote about plastic surgery around 2500 years ago. The book, Sushruta Samhita, still contains the details of the surgery. Though it is called plastic surgery, no plastic was involved in this.surgery. Those who practiced this surgery for generations were doing simple brick kiln business. Picture of Kosaji from British museum. It tells that our ancestors were erudite in every field. Britishers always used our talent. We should feel proud of our culture and whatever we inherited from our ancestors 😇
An elderly couple had dinner at another couple’s house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, ‘Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great… I would recommend it very highly.’ The other man said, ‘What is the name of the restaurant?’ The first man thought and thought and finally said, ‘What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love? You know…. The one that’s red and has thorns.’ ‘Do you mean a rose?’ ‘Yes, that’s the one,’ replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, ‘Rose, what’s the name of that restaurant we went to last night?’
A woman went on vacation, leaving her husband behind. Before she left, she told him to take extra special care of her cat.The next day she called her husband and asked if the cat was all right. Her husband said: The cat just died. She burst into tears and said: How could you be so blunt? Why couldn’t you have broken the news gradually! Today, you could have said that it was playing on the roof; tomorrow, you could have said that it fell off and had broken its leg; then on the third day, you could have said that the poor thing had passed away in the night. You could have been more sensitive about the whole thing. By the way, how is my mom? Husband: She is playing on the roof.
Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest person is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.
Challenge accepted in these gloomy times 🙂 If nothing else, it would just cheer you and your friends up! 😍
With all the negativity going around the world, lets do something positive!! Let’s build each other up! 😊
My dear friend challenged me to upload a solo pic wearing a saree. So posting this pic here! 👍
If I didn’t tag you, please don’t be offended, I tried to pick people who I thought would play along! 🤗
Upload 1 “Saree clad “picture of yourself… ONLY you. Then tag some more gorgeous women to do the same.
Build yourself up instead of tearing yourself down! I know these are difficult times, but with a little prudence and patience we will tide over it❤️
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If I tagged you, don’t disappoint me, please do it!!!!!🥰😘
I personally want to say that keeping urself indulge travelling and being a foodie is not presently acceptable during lockdown . This is how India is spending quality time and not creating a social panic and mass hysteria rather . Indians motto is that if you find someone without smile give it yours .