tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948Thu, 19 Sep 2024 19:32:19 +0000http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Shama)Blogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-8925861791918010757Fri, 21 Jan 2011 11:23:00 +00002011-01-21T03:25:53.174-08:00My mother used to ask me what the most important part of the body is.Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct Answer.When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, 'My ears, Mommy.'She said, 'No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon.'Several years passed before she asked me again. http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-most-important-part-of-body-is.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-7605323214966204542Fri, 21 Jan 2011 11:14:00 +00002011-01-21T03:16:15.761-08:00Few years back I have made a courtesy visit to my new friend, who was an Army Officer at Wellington, in Tamil Nadu .In the reception hall, I have seen a big photograph of a pair of "˜hands", which I presumed should be the "˜hands" of some "˜holy" person but did not enquire with any one about the photograph. After a brief discussion both of us have started for another work in my friend"s car. http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2011/01/mother-hands.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-7334516439822426578Tue, 07 Sep 2010 12:26:00 +00002010-09-07T05:32:36.155-07:00“I love my mother. Really. But I’ve surrendered to the undeniable fact – that I would never love my mother more than my mother loves me.” – quoted from Bo Sanchez’s articleMom..Yesterday I saw you..Your finger has been hurt for more than a week because of the knife scratches, and it can hurt even longer if you do any house works that involve water. Our housemaid is on holiday. I told you to http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-can-not-be-everywhere-so-he-created.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-3992163001765028304Tue, 07 Sep 2010 07:13:00 +00002010-09-07T00:14:53.467-07:00A business executive was deep in debt and could see no way out. Creditors were closing in on him. Suppliers were demanding payment. He sat on the park bench, head in hands, wondering if anything could save his company from bankruptcy.Suddenly an old man appeared before him. "I can see that something is troubling you," he said. After listening to the executive's woes, the old man said, "I believe http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2010/09/self-confidence-is-key-to-success.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-2932829026819663630Sat, 04 Sep 2010 06:07:00 +00002010-09-03T23:29:41.429-07:00Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge and all of the others, including Love... One day, it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2010/09/only-time-can-understand-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-4659229982920557253Thu, 02 Sep 2010 10:19:00 +00002010-09-02T03:25:55.291-07:00About Pooja chopra "I had to pinch myself to make sure it was real and I wasn't dreaming. In fact, when Parvathi Omanakuttan was crowning me, I was actually losing balance and she was wondering what was wrong with me. I had to tell her that I can't hold myself. I was elated. It's a dream come true" – Pooja Chopra in her blogPantaloons Femina Miss India-World 2009, Pooja Surinder Chopra reveals a http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2010/09/pooja-chopra-femina-miss-india-2009.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-4108450122032450932Fri, 25 Jun 2010 05:52:00 +00002010-06-24T22:54:30.757-07:00A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and 20 wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife's car was open, and so the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-do-you-do-all-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-9116751994091645916Tue, 08 Jun 2010 10:23:00 +00002010-06-08T03:30:31.046-07:00A teacher from Primary School asks her students to write an essay about what they would like God to do for them... At the end of the day, while marking the essays, she read one that made her very emotional. Her husband, who had just walked in, saw her crying and asked her:- 'What happened?' She answered- 'Read this. It is one of my students' essay.' 'Oh God, tonight I ask you something very http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2010/06/god-make-me-tv.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-8530394535903340402Mon, 03 Aug 2009 06:52:00 +00002009-08-03T00:00:39.253-07:00 When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-have-real-happy-marriage.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-3565026639019264999Thu, 31 Jul 2008 05:31:00 +00002008-12-08T17:55:32.715-08:00A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target. We waited, some http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/07/cherish-your-every-moment-to-make.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-6281811721060566047Thu, 24 Jul 2008 09:31:00 +00002009-06-06T01:43:12.234-07:00This is a true story which happened in the States. 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 of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, In anger, the man took the child's hand & hit it many times, not realizing he was using a wrench. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/07/anger-and-love-have-no-limits-choose.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-5935408784007450704Thu, 24 Jul 2008 09:17:00 +00002008-07-24T02:30:41.693-07:00She was 20 and he was 26. They met by the river one May afternoon. She was from the city and he lived in the small town of St. Anne. She was a city girl who loved the outdoors; simple and carefree. He was a young man who nursed his grief, who loved to be alone and who shut himself off from seeing the real beauty of life. They were complete opposites."Hi!" she said. She is petite and looks youngerhttp://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/07/always-enjoy-present-because-it-was.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-8629417510864785809Wed, 23 Jul 2008 03:42:00 +00002008-07-22T20:56:14.562-07:00 It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco (TataMotors). Most of the books that Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy, bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner, I was a bit taken aback as I http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-story-narayana-murthy-and-sudha.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-5932717285782490459Mon, 21 Jul 2008 07:23:00 +00002008-07-21T00:24:26.321-07:00It was probably the April of 1974. Bangalore was getting warm and gulmohars were blooming at the IISc campus. I was the only girl in my postgraduate department and was staying at the ladies' hostel. Other girls were pursuing research in different departments of Science.I was looking forward to going abroad to complete a doctorate in computer science. I had been offered scholarships from http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-nice-to-people-on-your-way-up-for.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-8095846694596688313Mon, 21 Jul 2008 07:05:00 +00002008-07-22T22:17:10.947-07:00I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.He made me and my younger http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-and-care-for-one-you-love-every.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-1267967068728170578Fri, 18 Jul 2008 04:28:00 +00002008-12-08T17:55:32.840-08:00 I was walking around in a BigBazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked:"uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?" I counted his cash and replied:"You know that you don't have enough money to buy http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/07/beauty-of-life-does-not-only-depends-on.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-5413704222027527931Thu, 31 Jan 2008 09:11:00 +00002008-12-08T17:55:33.010-08:00 Many years ago in a small Indian village,A farmer had the misfortune Of owing a large sum of money to a village moneylender. The Moneylender, who was old and ugly, fancied the farmer's beautiful Daughter. So he proposed a bargain.He said he would forgo the farmer's debt if he could marry his Daughter. Both the farmer and his daughter were horrified by the Proposal.So http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-problem-is-big-enough-as-to-not-have.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-5685561022866714188Wed, 16 Jan 2008 11:05:00 +00002008-12-08T17:55:33.148-08:00 I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.The last class I had to take was Sociology.The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.'The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.I am a very friendly personhttp://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-people-and-use-things-not-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-2093800229318347617Wed, 09 Jan 2008 08:53:00 +00002008-12-08T17:55:33.179-08:00 The woods were lovely dark and deep. Walking slowly beside her, in the damp mud road, was her husband whom she barely knew. He was very relaxed, happily watching a group of kids playing at a distance. Her "mehandi" was still dark and smelling fresh, reminding of the excitements and tension 2 days back. "It cant work this way mom...please stop this", she kept telling her mother till the last http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-love-never-takes-time-to-grow.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-5574981571826859349Sat, 05 Jan 2008 05:32:00 +00002008-12-08T17:55:33.264-08:00Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room 's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/01/always-share-your-happiness-to-be-happy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894614137477822948.post-1048328113602707134Fri, 04 Jan 2008 10:54:00 +00002008-12-08T17:55:33.342-08:00 My parents left for our native place on Thursday and we went to the airport to see them off. In fact, my father had never traveled by air before, so I just took this opportunity to make him experience the same. In spite of being asked to book tickets by train, I got them tickets on Jet Airways. The moment I handed over the tickets to him, he was surprised to see that I had http://gloryofchildhood.blogspot.com/2008/01/precious-pals-of-my-life.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Shama)0