Bhavesh's Tryst

Little poems & notes created to break the mudane

Saturday, September 27, 2008


Rules of balance

God was in the process of creating the universe.
And he was explaining his subordinates .....
"Look everything should be in balance. For example, after every 10 deers
there should be a lion.
Look here my fellow angels, here is the country of the United States I have
blessed them with prosperity and money. But at the
same time I have given them insecurity and tension....
And here is Africa. I have given them beautiful nature. But at the same
time, I have given them climatic extremes....
And here is South America. I have given them lots of forests. But at the
same time, I have given them lesser
land so that they would have to cut off the forests...
So you see fellows, everything should be in balance.
One of the angels asked... "God, what is this extremely beautiful country
God said....... "Ahah...that is the crown piece of all. "INDIA", my most
precious creation. It has understanding and friendly people.
Sparkling streams, serene mountains. A culture which speaks of the great
tradition that they live.
Technologically brilliant and with a heart of gold.....
The angel was quite surprised "But God you said everything should be in
God replied - "Look at the neighbours, I gave them."


Chinese Story

A long time ago in China, a girl named Li-Li got married &
went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very
short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her
mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very
different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her
mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.

Days passed and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law
never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the
situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese
tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her
every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was
causing Li-Li's poor husband great distress.

Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law's bad temper
and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something
about it. Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr.
Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked
if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the
problem once and for all. Mr. Huang thought for a while, and
finally said, "Li-Li, I will help you solve your problem,
but you must listen to me and obey what I tell you."
Li-Li said, "Yes, Mr. Huang, I will do whatever you tell me to do."
Mr. Huang went into the back room, and returned in a few
minutes with a package of herbs. He told Li-Li, "You can't
use a quick-acting poison to get rid of your mother-in-law,
because that would cause people to become suspicious.
Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will
slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare
some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her
serving. Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspect you.
When she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly
towards her. Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and
treat her like a queen."

Li-Li was so happy. She thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to
start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law. Weeks went by
and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the
specially treated food to her mother-in-law. She remembered
what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so she
controlled her temper, obeyed her mother-in-law, and treated
her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the
whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling
her temper so much that she found that she almost never got
mad or upset.
She hadn't had an argument with her mother-in-law in six
months because she now seemed much kinder and easier to get
along with. The mother-in-law's attitude toward Li-Li
changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter.
She kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the
best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and her
mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother
and daughter. Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was
One day, Li-Li came to see Mr. Huang and asked for his help
again. She said, "Dear Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the
poison from killing my mother-in-law! She's changed into such
a nice woman, and I love her like my own mother. I do not
want her to die because of the poison I gave her."
Mr. Huang smiled and nodded his head. "Li-Li, there's nothing
to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I
gave you were vitamins to improve her health. The only poison
was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that has
been all washed away by the love which you gave to her."
HAVE YOU REALIZED that how you treat others is exactly how
they will treat you? There is a wise Chinese saying: "The
person who loves others will also be loved in return."
God might be trying to work in another person's life through


Dad's story

On July 22nd I was in route to Washington , DC for a business trip. It was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made for Mr. Lloyd Glenn to see When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said, 'Mr.. Glenn, there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you can call the hospital.'

My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly, I followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number he gave me for the Mission Hospital . My call was put through to the trauma center where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and the paramedics had continued the treatment as Brian was transported to the hospital.By the time of my call, Brian was revived and they believed he would live, but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crus hed. After speaking with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I took comfort in her calmness.The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little son laying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere. He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Brian was going to live, and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any damage.Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that Brian would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like a lifeline. All that night and the next day Brian remained unconscious. It seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said, 'Daddy hold me' and he reached for me with his little arms.By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the hospital. You cannot imagine, we took Brian home, we felt a unique reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those who brush death so closely.In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole family Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Brian awoke from his afternoon nap and said, 'Sit down Mommy.. I have something to tell you.' At this time in his life, Brian usually spoke in small phrases, so to say a large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he began his sacred and remarkable story.'Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me.. I started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the 'birdies' came.''The birdies?' my wife asked puzzled.'Yes,' he replied. 'The birdies made a whooshing sound and flew into the garage. They took care of me.''They did?''Yes,' he said. 'One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you 'I got stuck under the door.' A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to the beings who came to him from beyond as 'birdies' because they were up in the air like birds that fly.. 'What did the birdies look like?' she asked.Brian answered, 'They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just white.''Did they say anything?''Yes,' he answered. 'They told me the baby would be all right.''The baby?' my wife asked confused.Brian answered. 'The baby laying on the garage floor.' He went on, 'You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave.'My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and knelt beside Brian's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, 'Don't leave us Brian, please stay if you can.' As she listened to Brian telling her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left His body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form.. 'Then what happened?' she asked.'We went on a trip,' he said, 'far, far away.' He grew agitated trying to say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but finding the words was difficult.'We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy,' he added.'And there are lots and lots of birdies.' My wife was stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more soundly, but with an urgency she had never before known. Brian went on to tell her that the 'birdies' had told him that he had to come back and tell everyone about the 'birdies.' He said they brought him back to the house and that a big fire truck, and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby would be okay. The story went on for an hour.He taught us that 'birdies' were always with us, but we don't see them because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is right because they love us so much. Brian continued, stating, 'I have a plan, Mommy. You have a plan.. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do that cause they love us so much.'In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his ability when he talked about his birdies.Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the 'birdies.' Surprisingly, no one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.You have just been sent an Angel to watch over you. Some people come into our lives and quickly go...Some people become friends and stay a while...leaving beautiful footprints on our hearts .. and we are never quite the same because we have made a good friend!!Yesterday is history. Tomorrow a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present! Live and savor every moment...this is not a dress rehearsal! THIS IS A SPECIAL GUARDIAN ANGEL...YOU MUST SHARE WITH MAXIMUM PEOPLE IF YOU HAVE SHARED THIS , SHE'LL WATCH OVER YOU FOREVER...IF NOT, HER TEARS WILL FLOW...





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