People who live in glass houses should switch off lights when the change their clothes…

Most of us adorn all that we are not , little do we realise how temporary all our costumes are !!

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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.!!!

What God forgets Doctors Give

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 😇

Go To Yell …

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?’

Plz read it …

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.

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About 6 months ago, my neighbor asked us if we wouldn’t mind sharing our Wi-Fi password. We decided to give it to him because it wouldn’t cost us anything extra, and because we got along with him. Yesterday, as I was getting out of the car, the neighbor was at his door, getting ready to come outside. I stopped to talk a bit as he held the door open. He happily told me he now had Netflix. At that, jokingly I said: ′′I work hard, I barely have time to watch TV, but, if you could lend us your password to watch some shows, we’d appreciate it “. A voice was heard in the distance, inside the house. It was his wife, ′′We can’t give the password to them, because I’m the one who pays the bill and I can’t share it.” The man apologized and I said it was no problem. We kept talking about other things, and as I left, he stayed working outside. When I happened to look outside a little while later, I noticed the man’s wife come outside. She seemed very nervous and upset. They both went into the house. After a few minutes, he and his wife came to my door to tell me the Wi-Fi password wasn’t working anymore. I looked at them and said, ′′ I changed my password, because it’s me paying the bill and I can’t share it “. The wife turned red and tried to say something, but I said, ′′Ma’am, I have my network and you have your Netflix, everything is fine and everyone is happy”. They turned around and left. They never spoke to me again.


This story isn’t mine, but here’s the lesson I learned from it:

  • Friendship must be mutual.
  • Love must be mutual.
  • Affection must be mutual.
    In 2020 I intend to return silence with silence, absences with absences, affection with affection, friendship with friendship and loyalty with loyalty. No more one-sided feelings. Feelings must be mutual.

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