Thanx to Parvez Sagar for accepting my request for membership. It will be very unwise of me , if i don't thank Tulika, whose post "Bekar Haath" inspired me to contribute to "Rangkarmi". Thanx a lot, Tulika. I will try to publish the best posts to maintain the high standards.
I also blog at "http://alok12345.blogspot.com". Plz visit n comment
Here is first post from me, which i got in mail and touched my heart deeply:-
Pause and ponder
A man came out of his home to admire his new truck.
To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into a pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home and committed suicide. Think about the story the next time you see someone spill milk at a dinner table or hear a baby crying. Think first before you lose your patience with someone u love.
Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones & hurt feelings often can't. Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance.