why you get hurt?

Many get hurt most of the time . In young age we do get hurt but there are many things to cover up. In old age you get hurt ,many never bother to hurt you . You feel your near and dear will feel free to ignore you, corner you , shout at you, treat you as useless and lifeless thing. No one cares what you feel. Nobody bothers what are your needs. YOU feel you are just existing.

You know why this happens? When you where young you had friendship with four bad friends They are superego, Anger, Pride,and energy. They made you to behave arrogant, irritable and never bother to respect others even your own parents. You felt you are the only hero on earth.You behaved irrationally.and you lived in . a false world

When you grow old your friends leave you alone. You start searching other friends like love, respect and care. They wanted to be your friends but you ignored them when they came close to you. Now you get back what you gave to others ,thanks to your old friends. Whatever you did you will get back . You will be humiliated, mentally tortured, insulted and ignored. You deserve them because you gave them to others in abundance.

Finally you will be a like wounded,sick old street dog whose cry none will hear

A CRY OF AN UNKNOWN

I was born in a very poor family. My father was a mason and mother was just a house wife. My father was an alcoholic. Everyday he used to come drunk and beat my mother, my sister and me. I was too young to protest. I still remember that dreadful night. That night my father came home drunk as usual. My mother asked money for food grains. She told," kids are not having anything to eat give me some money". He became wild and said, " you all go to hell". My mother replied,"it is better to die than live with you.". I don’t know what happened to him , he took the sickle and started hitting my mother with it. He kicked us when we tried to protect her. By no time she was in a pool of blood,and my father walked out . We cried helplessly. Neighbours helped us to cremate her and police took my father to jail.
Hunger made me to pull my polio affected leg along with my 3 years sister to beg. But I could not tolerate the insults, I had to face .It then joined a hotel. There I sustained yelling, shouting, hitting, of the owner. Even then I was happy because I could feed myself and my sister. Every day I used to watch students of my age coming to the school which was near my hotel. I dreamt many times wearing the uniform and going to school but it remained as dream.
Meanwhile my sister had measles. I took her to a doctor. But I could not buy the medicine. I begged my hotel owner for money. He refused.Within three days I lost my sister. It was a great shock . I become lonely. To escape from loneliness and boredom I took rescue under alcohol and tobacco. I started drinking cheap liquors and half smoked beedies. But the money was insufficient for my habits. Monday used to be my day off. I went to bus station to beg but I succeeded in pickpocketing. That money helped we to go strong with beedies & alcohol.My owner threw me out. I was job less, and at the same time I was caught by the police. Remand home became my next destination.
I cursed my fate , my father and everything. On august 15th some VIP s came to distribute the sweets for us. I pulled my weak leg & extend my hand. The man standing in front of me was middle aged man with pleasant smile. I smiled back and excepted the sweet. I don’t know what made him to touch my back. He asked " are you ready to go to school? I will help you." I could not believe my ears. I felt my dream is going to be a reality.
After my punishment, he took me to his house, gave me food, shelter and education. I enjoyed going to school wearing the uniform. He one day took me to a surgeon and I was submitted for polio corrective surgery.Today I walk with dignity. Today I am an officer in a bank. I was an hungry orphan. I was homeless. I was a victim of drugs .I was a slave.I was handicapped. I was a thief. But today I am an educated, civilised perfect man. Thanks to that great man who changed my life. His name is for me is God. Why can 't you think of helping one like me . Next time if you meet a child who needs your help hold his hand , you will not be disappointed

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does love ends with marriage ?

It is said we fall in love. I say it is true in most of the cases. We are witnessing many love marriages in problem.To quote an example ,One girl from a very rich family fell in love with a rickshaw driver . She married him against parents wish. After landing in his small untidy house ,she started realizing that it is not possible to live there. Moreover his bad habits started showing up. Within a month she walked away from that house .Now she is repenting.
Most of the time it is physical attraction which brings to people closer. As rightly said ,that love is blind both will ignore the weakness es of one another. everything looks good .Later when they get married the physical attraction whithers. and as the emotional bank balance is zero everything will be a confusion.
Another aspects is the ego clash or immense possessiveness or lack of faith will harm the married life.
If both the partners accept each other as they are, and make a commitment to lead life based on trust and unconditional love than love remains for ever on married life

A real aphrodisiac

A conginial atmosphere, a good shower a small drink with patner, prolnged fourplay, sexual thoughts in mind, and partners romantic approch. Sex is in mind and notinroots

My encounter with God.

It was on 15 September 1997.
I was in Kudal, a town in Maharastra.I was there in connection with Pulse Polio meeting. I was supposed to conduct a workshop for Rotarians,social workers and government agencies. I was there a day before.We, some of my friends from Gadag and local rotarains were having dinner in a hotel. I enquired about a nice place to visit and have the morning walk as well. One of the local rotarian suggested me to visit some maharaj temple which was about 3 k.m. away from the hotel. He asked me take aright turn after 2.5 k.m. I said fine and thanks
Next morning I dressed up and started my walk at 6-30 a.m.I hit the highway. walked nearly 3 kilometer there was no sign of any right turn. I enquired a man with my poor Marati, the local language . He asked me to walk another 1.5 k.m. I decided to walk Again no sing of the right turn nor a sign board of the temple
I was slowly getting tired But my mind was keen to see the temple.I walked another one k.m. there I saw a sign board and the right turn also I was relieved. That right turn took me inside the forest. I was walking on man made narrow walking path. I met man and asked him about the temple He did not say anything .Either he did not follow my marati or he was not in mood to reply .I Was walking My legs were tired. Meanwhile a Snake crossed the road I got scared .as such I am very much scared of snake.
Cold sweat was all over my body My vision was getting hazy.Mild tremor it the hands I came to know that I am slipping in to Hypoglycemia I am diabetic and There was no sugar in my pocket. Again I saw an old man wearing a dirty torn shirt,having grey beard. I asked him for the road to temple. He said,"come I will show you ,it is very near". I was relieved but I was not in a position to keep space with that man.He asked me ,"are you tired?" yes , I said. he said ,"look there that is the temple,".
I went and sat out side the temple. Do you like to have tea, " the old man asked me. I said,"I have no money, sorry I don't want". The old man moved towards the tea stall and asked the man to prepare a tea with lot of sugar. I could faintly here that and could see him paying for it. He brought the tea and asked me to drink and he would have it later. I drank the tea a,after two minute I could see things clearly I could see a great smile on his face. He showed me the whole temple. He asked me where I had to go. I explained him.He said ," you took the wrong road ,Come I will show you the nearest road to your hotel. He took with him and we walked a short distance. Then he asked me to take that road which was about 1.5 k.m. I just touched and thanked him I walked few steps and turned to see the old man again . I could not see him. I was Happy not because I saw the temple but because I saw GOD who saved me.