How much do you make an hour?

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

DAD: “Yeah sure, what is it?” replied the man.

SON: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily. SON: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”

DAD: “If you must know, I make 500rs an hour.”

SON: “Oh,” the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: “Daddy, may I please borrow 200rs?”

The father was furious, “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that 50rd and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep, son?” He asked.

“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the 200rs you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. “Oh, thank you daddy!” He yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

 The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

 The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. “Why do you want more money if you already have some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.

“Daddy, I have 500rs now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”

 The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

Friends, we never understand how important our time is for our loved ones. They are the real treasure we have. Try to cherish them. Money can never take their place.

What Kind Of Person Are You

For years psychologists have attempted to divide people into various categories. Sometimes an observant poet can do a better job. Ella Wheeler Wilcox did so in the poem “Which Are You?”

• There are two kinds of people on earth today; Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
• Not the sinner and saint, for it’s well understood, That the good are half-bad and the bad half-good.
• Not the rich and the poor, for to rate a man’s wealth, You must first know the state of his conscience and health. 
• Not the humble and proud, for in life’s little span, Who puts on vain airs, is not counted a man.
• Not the happy and sad, for the swift flying years Bring each man his laughter and each man his tears.
• No; the two kinds of people on earth I mean, Are the people who lift, and the people who lean.
• Wherever you go, you will find the earth’s masses, Are always divided in just these two classes.
• And oddly enough, you will find too, I ween, There’s only one lifter to twenty who lean.
• In which class are you?
• Are you easing the load of over taxed lifters, who toil down the road?
• Or are you a leaner, who lets others share your portion of labour, and worry and care?

Cow Economics

New twist on old story.

LIBERAL
You have two
cows.
Your neighbor
has none.
You feel guilty
for being successful.
Instead of
giving your neighbor one of your cows, you write to your congressman, demanding that he pass legislation for more government programs to help your neighbor get a cow. You hold a concert to raise awareness for the cowlessness. Barbara Streisand sings for the cow-less, who couldn’t attend because ticket prices are so expensive that only people with 3 or 4 cows can afford to attend. You wear a ribbon that signifies that you care about cowless people, even though you really haven’t done anything to help them at all.

CONSERVATIVE
You have two
cows.
Your neighbor
has none.
So?

SOCIALIST
You have two
cows.
The government
takes one and gives it to your neighbor.
You form a
cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.

COMMUNIST
You have two
cows.
The government
seizes both and provides you with milk.
You wait in
line for hours to get it.
It is expensive
and sour.

CAPITALISM AMERICAN STYLE
You have two
cows.
You sell one,
buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

DEMOCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two
cows.
The government
taxes you to the point you have to sell both to support a man in a foreign country who has only one cow, which was a gift from your government.

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two
cows.
The government
takes them both, shoots one, milks the other, pays you for the milk, and then pours the milk down the drain.

AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two
cows.
You sell one,
lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one. You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when one cow drops dead.
You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have down sized and are reducing expenses. Your stock goes up.

FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two
cows.
You go on
strike because you want three cows.
You go to lunch
and drink wine.
Life is good.

JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two
cows.
You redesign
them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk. They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains. Most are at the top of their class at cow school.

GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two
cows.
You engineer
them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour. Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.

ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two
cows but you don’t know where they are.
While ambling
around, you see a beautiful woman.
You break for
lunch.
Life is good.

RUSSIAN CORPORATION
You have two
cows.
You have some
vodka.
You count them
and learn you have four cows.
You have some
more vodka.
You count them
again and learn you have eight cows.
The Mafia shows
up and takes over however many cows you really have.

TALIBAN CORPORATION
You have all
the cows in Afghanistan, which are two.
You don’t milk
them because you cannot touch any creature’s private parts. Then you kill them and claim a US bomb blew them up while they were in the hospital.

IRAQI CORPORATION
You have two
cows.
They go into
hiding.
They send radio
tapes of their mooing.

POLISH CORPORATION
You have two
bulls.
Employees are
regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.

CALIFORNIAN
You have a cow
and a bull.
The bull is
depressed.
It has spent
its life living a lie.
It goes away
for two weeks.
It comes back
after a taxpayer-paid sex-change operation.
You now have
two cows.
One makes milk;
the other doesn’t.
You try to sell
the transgender cow.
Its lawyer sues
you for discrimination.
You lose in
court.
You sell the
milk-generating cow to pay the damages.
You now have
one rich, transgender, non-milk-producing cow.
You change your
business to beef.
PETA pickets
your farm.
Jesse Jackson
makes a speech in your driveway.
Cruz Bustamante
calls for higher farm taxes to help “working cows.”
Hillary Clinton
calls for the nationalization of 1/7TH of your farm “for the children.”
Gray Davis
signs a law giving your farm to Mexico.
The L.A. Times
quotes five anonymous cows claiming you groped them.
You declare
bankruptcy and shut down all operations.
The cow starves
to death.
The L.A. Times’
analysis shows your business failure is Bush’s fault.

FLORIDA CORPORATION
You have a
black cow and a brown cow.
Everyone votes
for the best looking one.
Some of the
people, who like the brown one best, vote for the black one.
Some people
vote for both.
Some people
vote for neither.
Some people
can’t figure out how to vote at all.
Finally, a
bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which is the best-looking cow.

NEW YORK CORPORATION
You have
fifteen million cows.
You have to choose which one will be the leader of the herd, so you pick some cow from out-of-state.

Humility is priceless

THE DONKEY AND THE IDOLS

A village potter used to make pots and planters. He would go to a near by
town to sell his wares. He had a donkey on whose back he would load the pots
etc. Diwali was fast approaching, so the potter decided to make some statues
of Lord Ganesha and Goddess Lakshmi, to sell in town. He made some beautiful
statues and painted them in bright colours. He then loaded them on to the
back of his donkey and set off towards the city.

On the way, he crossed many people. They would invariably fold their hands
and bow to the statues of Ganesha and Lakshmi. By the time they reached the
city, many people had bowed their heads before the deities. They reached the
exhibition ground where the artisans could exhibit their things. Soon the
potter was able to sell his statues for a good sum. He was pleased indeed!

The potter took his donkey by the muzzle and set off on the road leading
back to the village. Every time they would cross anyone, the donkey would
stop and preen himself prettily as if he were a model. But what was the
matter! No one seemed to as much as glance at him! Why were people not
bowing their heads before him anymore? Desperate to catch their attention,
the donkey started to bray, He-haw, he-haw. he went on. The passers-by
started pelting stones at him in annoyance. The potter was bewildered too.

The poor donkey had thought that everyone was bowing to him, little
realizing that their reverence was directed to the idols of God tied to his
back and not to him!

Many of us make this mistake. A person occupying a seat of power, often
finds people saluting him. If he thinks that the salutations are in his
honour, he is living in a fools paradise, like the donkey in the story!

The respect is given to the chair and not to the person occupying it. As
soon as he steps down from the position, the people around him vanish. Frogs
croak only when it rains, as soon as the rain stops, they vanish.

Humility is perhaps the most precious jewel one can wear and it is priceless
too!

eternal love

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