tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900Sun, 08 Nov 2009 06:04:54 +0000http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)Blogger246125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-7850778266731828612Mon, 02 Nov 2009 11:37:00 +00002009-11-02T18:06:45.741+05:30Inspirational short storyThere was an Old Church. It is more than 100 years old. As the old priest is not physically well, the Church committee decided to appoint a new priest. The young priest took charge of the church. While roaming around the Church building, he thought to do some renovation in the church to make it more attractive.With the help of the church committee, they did many things like bought new carpets, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/BCFMWJR1c2Q/story-of-old-clock-new-clock.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/BCFMWJR1c2Q" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/11/story-of-old-clock-new-clock.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-3122500810382272749Fri, 30 Oct 2009 09:12:00 +00002009-10-30T14:45:21.661+05:30Inspirational short storyA story of one dog and a doctor. A doctor one day gave some food to the dog residing nearby and then this become usual. The dog always remain with the doctor whenever it is possible.. Doctor used to go by train everyday for his duty. Dog always accompany him till the Railway Station. And when the doctor come back for his duty, that dog waits for him at the railway station and both come back at http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/tcs30zu3b4U/doctor-dog.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/tcs30zu3b4U" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/doctor-dog.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-6851905014436926067Tue, 27 Oct 2009 10:03:00 +00002009-10-27T15:37:53.133+05:30Inspirational short storyA youth went up to a mountain to look for a famous swordsman to learn swordsmanship"Master, if i practice diligently, how long would it take me to become adept at it?""Perhaps ten years""My father is getting old and i must take care of him. If i work far more intensively, how long would it take me?""In that case, it might have to take thirty years.""You first mentioned ten years, and then you http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/6pd6nXnSYsw/more-haste-less-speed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/6pd6nXnSYsw" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-haste-less-speed.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-7570378254969621404Fri, 23 Oct 2009 11:24:00 +00002009-10-23T16:58:35.682+05:30Inspirational short storyOnce there were two eggs discussing what they wanted tobe when they hatched. The first egg said, “I want to bean oyster when I hatch. An oyster just lay in the water and never has to make any decisions. The currents of the ocean move it about, so it doesn’t have to plan. The ocean water passing by brings its food. Whatever the ocean provides is what the oyster receives, no more, no less.” The http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/7YvKI_AwwvQ/eagle-oyster.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/7YvKI_AwwvQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/eagle-oyster.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-6489512750714820975Wed, 21 Oct 2009 13:11:00 +00002009-10-21T18:45:30.715+05:30Inspirational articlesBelow are ten keys to opening your doors to your inspiration. 1. The first key to inspiration is enjoyment. It would take a spiritual master to get inspired about doing the dishes. So find something that really excites you. It can be anything that you really enjoy. 2. The second key is love. When you are actively pouring love into what you are doing, this will guarantee that you are opening http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/ak6Cprup_ZY/ten-keys-to-inspiring-yourself.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/ak6Cprup_ZY" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/ten-keys-to-inspiring-yourself.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-3493682350968778378Fri, 16 Oct 2009 17:56:00 +00002009-10-16T23:30:31.021+05:30Inspirational articles A smile is a glow on our face. It is more powerful than a bulb of one thousand watts and the warmth it gives can serve us more than any electric heater. We are not fully dressed until we wear a smile on our face. A smile has a power of liberating one from the loneliness. There are many friends to receive it and return it abundantly. It was a great relief to understand the purpose behind http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/9wD68pVCk18/smile.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/9wD68pVCk18" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/smile.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-2410573647150175552Sun, 11 Oct 2009 19:32:00 +00002009-10-12T01:08:17.889+05:30When the good Lord was creating Fathers, he started with a tall frame. A female angel nearby said, "What kind of a Father is that? If you're going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put the Father up so high? He won't be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without stooping" God smiled and said, "Yes, but if I make http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/J5m6gIqZFzg/when-god-created-fathers.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/J5m6gIqZFzg" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-god-created-fathers.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-6398717689362997010Thu, 08 Oct 2009 18:19:00 +00002009-10-08T23:54:04.038+05:30Inspirational articlesEvery single entity on the face of this earth requires to be updated to fulfill the ideal purpose of its being. Even a needle that apparently looks sharp needs to be polished and cleaned for being put into a fruitful usage. An unused needle though sharp becomes rusted and unsuitable for use. Using a rusted needle for sewing would require investment of lot of energy, effort and time. Moreover it http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/vkJNMby55Ow/ideal-needle-vs-idle-needle.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/vkJNMby55Ow" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/10/ideal-needle-vs-idle-needle.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-6082275880187421204Sun, 06 Sep 2009 12:30:00 +00002009-09-06T18:10:18.404+05:30Inspirational short storyA touching story by a girl. "When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of fruits and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/WOE5aSG-2-c/embracing-imperfection.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/WOE5aSG-2-c" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/embracing-imperfection.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-7000932417846929215Thu, 03 Sep 2009 13:24:00 +00002009-09-03T19:00:18.485+05:30Inspirational articlesA child was born three months after the death of his father. Born prematurely, he was a small child; his mother said that he could easily fit inside a quart mug.. When He was three, his mother remarried and went to live with her new husband, leaving her son in the care of his maternal grandmother. Began his schooling in the village schools. When he was 15 yrs, his step father died and his mother http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/oKQP4giEFf4/release-your-potential.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/oKQP4giEFf4" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/09/release-your-potential.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-456521838449105205Thu, 27 Aug 2009 12:12:00 +00002009-08-27T17:46:15.464+05:30Inspirational articlesMaybe. . we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift. Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one which has been opened for us. Maybe . . . it is true that we don't know http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/PL58GFEnyEg/maybe.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/PL58GFEnyEg" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-2470730612018575073Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:20:00 +00002009-08-22T21:57:48.395+05:30Inspirational short storyOne morning I wasted nearly an hour watching a tiny ant carry a huge feather cross my back terrace. Several times it was confronted by obstacles in its path and after a momentary pause it would make the necessary detour. At one point the ant had to negotiate a crack in the concrete about 10mm wide. After brief contemplation the ant laid the feather over the crack, walked across it and picked up http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/qBBGipuhQG0/ant.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/qBBGipuhQG0" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/ant.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-8115952069818082989Wed, 19 Aug 2009 22:42:00 +00002009-08-20T04:17:13.589+05:30Inspirational articlesYou are strong... when you take your grief and teach it to smile.You are brave... when you overcome your fear and help others to do the same.You are happy... when you see a flower and are thankful for the blessing.You love... when your own pain does not blind you to the pain of others.You are wise... when you know the limits of your wisdom.You are true... when you admit there are times you fool http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/e_Zg8Fe-4nA/peace-in-you.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)2<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/e_Zg8Fe-4nA" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/peace-in-you.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-7110565288335941845Tue, 18 Aug 2009 00:45:00 +00002009-08-18T06:20:08.888+05:30Inspirational articlesThe Best Gifts Ever That Money Can't Buy! To yourself: The gifts of daily self-examination, self-discipline, self-respect, originality, a balanced diet, regular exercise, and regular mental and spiritual nourishment.To your brothers and sisters: The gifts of love, help, understanding and emotional support.To your spouse: The gifts of appreciation, support, affection, faithfulness, love, patience,http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/3wZBMDIxEtY/best-gifts.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/3wZBMDIxEtY" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-gifts.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-7030239041730216855Sat, 15 Aug 2009 18:01:00 +00002009-08-15T23:41:41.444+05:30Inspirational short story"IDIOT! DOLT! BLUNDER HEAD!" The owner of an ass as he kicked it on its way."What are you to me? What use are you to anyone? On your way, have lived your life in vain!" He kept up the tirade, kicking and the ass, which quietly continued, as best it could, on journey.They passed a wise man. "What is the point of this abuse?" he asked. "The beast cannot learn much from you. It is not made that way.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/fctnBYcCUb8/teaching-ass.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/fctnBYcCUb8" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/08/teaching-ass.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-4623110112752728586Sat, 11 Jul 2009 11:22:00 +00002009-07-11T17:02:07.050+05:30There was a young merchant and his son. The merchant had lost his wife and so loved his son very much. One day when the father was away from house, this young son was taken away by a group of thieves. Before the thieves left the house, they burnt down the neighborhood. When the young merchant returned to his house, he found a body of burnt-to-death child near the debris of his house.Being so http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/LXdd8JzyzKc/losing-child.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/LXdd8JzyzKc" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/07/losing-child.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-4287833411550015172Fri, 03 Jul 2009 04:58:00 +00002009-07-03T10:31:25.532+05:30Inspirational short storyThere once was a king who led his mighty army across the snowy peaks that bounded his kingdom, into his neighbor's realm. On the lofty pass thick with snow, he saw a mendicant or ascetic sitting on a bare rock, with his head between his knees evidently to protect it from the chill wind that cut across the gap in the peak. He had no clothes on his body. The king was overcome with pity; he took offhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/LNbWkuN0kAA/king-and-sage.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/LNbWkuN0kAA" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/07/king-and-sage.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-4100726604755142166Sat, 27 Jun 2009 19:58:00 +00002009-06-28T01:32:40.805+05:30Inspirational short storyA man once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making an idol of God. Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby.Surprised, he asked the sculptor, "Do you need two statues of the same idol?" "No," said the sculptor without looking up, "We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage." The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage. "http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/q_6KITCtDf8/excellence.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/q_6KITCtDf8" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/06/excellence.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-2878105663035752962Tue, 23 Jun 2009 17:08:00 +00002009-06-23T22:44:20.889+05:30Inspirational short story One man had a very close friend who had never yet come to visit his house again for a very long time. He was bewildered with it and asked his friend about the reason. His friend answered, "The last time I came to your house, you served me a cup of fine wine. When I raised up the cup of wine, suddenly I saw inside that cup a small snake. I was very scared, nevertheless I still drank it. After http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/iDxZGxts5H8/prejudice.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/iDxZGxts5H8" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/06/prejudice.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-7782642571780899364Fri, 19 Jun 2009 16:59:00 +00002009-06-19T22:44:30.501+05:30Inspirational short storyThe father of a teenager usually tries to teach him life skills in an attempt to prepare him for the proverbial 'Big-bad world'. One such father was on a business tour to a foreign country. He had taken his fourteen year old son with him. They were staying at a small hotel.They went out in the day. They were walking on a busy road. Suddenly the boy realized that the father was no where around. Hehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/SshfaOshJVQ/way-back-to-home.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/SshfaOshJVQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-back-to-home.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-1817114866127872978Sun, 19 Apr 2009 08:53:00 +00002009-04-19T15:01:20.587+05:30   Two brothers worked together on a farming field passed on from their parents. The one, the older brother, had married and have quite a big family. The younger brother was still single, and planned not to get married. When the harvesting season come, they always divide the harvest between them equally and fair. Always it has been like that.  On one day, the younger brother who was still single http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/2dKPMJwM3FY/brotherhood.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/2dKPMJwM3FY" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/04/brotherhood.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-3420789659899428438Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:28:00 +00002009-04-14T19:02:40.788+05:30Story Once there was an official who had done so many corruptions in his office, that the emperor sent an auditor to audit him. Realizing what was going to happen, the official asked help of a thief to steal for him the auditor’s official stamp that was in the auditor’s office. The next day when the auditor was going to start his work, he found out that his stamp was missing. He was very sure that it http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/gqNTDOZ3_Lc/stamp-box-stamp.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/gqNTDOZ3_Lc" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/04/stamp-box-stamp.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-117908502940668157Sat, 11 Apr 2009 09:13:00 +00002009-04-11T14:50:42.130+05:30Inspirational short story A big jack-tree in a man’s courtyard was laden with fruits. From the very bottom of the trunk up to the topmost branch it was dotted with fruits. As though one possessed with an evil spirit, the man rushes out towards the fruit several times. He touches the jack-fruit, but the surface is uninviting. He abandons it in disgust. Far away from home he had seen one palm tree. Walking in the hot sun http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/k7l_n7gNbu8/jack-fruit-in-courtyard.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/k7l_n7gNbu8" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/04/jack-fruit-in-courtyard.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-3488124099028171909Fri, 10 Apr 2009 06:45:00 +00002009-04-10T12:22:05.427+05:30Inspirational short story A priest was in charge of the garden within a famous temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another smaller temple where there lived a very old religious master. One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/RvUug48-dBY/tidy-garden.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)0<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/RvUug48-dBY" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/04/tidy-garden.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2418159430178732900.post-109623434447431338Fri, 03 Apr 2009 05:52:00 +00002009-04-03T11:27:15.126+05:30Inspirational short story Once a king called upon all of his wise men and asked them, "Is there a mantra or suggestion which works in every situation, in every circumstances, in every place and in every time. Something which can help me when none of you is available to advise me. Tell me is there any mantra? "All wise men got puzzled by King's question. One answer for all question? Something that works everywhere, in http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~3/xTBUZlIxYRQ/this-too-shall-pass.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Thadhagadhan)1<img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Thadhagadhan/~4/xTBUZlIxYRQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://thadhagadhan.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-too-shall-pass.html