jaded description of everyday musings brought about by too much tea and pandesal on scorching hot evenings
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A Story on Appreciation
prelude: this story was sent by a friend. hope it would touch your heart as it touched mine, oh and i do hope you give a call to those people that you need to call to afterwards also, or perhaps just give them a big hug.
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements
were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"
The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it
was my mother who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My
mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to
show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and
perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"
The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read
more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean
your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went
back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His
mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands
to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that.
It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so
wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were
so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands
that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee.
The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to
pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."
The youth said,
Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not be a successful me today.
Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a
person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a
person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every
employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance
improved tremendously.
.............
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted,
would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself
first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts
work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he
becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees
and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good
academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not
feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and
fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really
showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano,
watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them
experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls
together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not
have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a
right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents
are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that
young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to
appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the
ability to work with others to get things done.
You would have shared many stories to many and many of them would have back
mailed you too...but try and forward this story to as many as
possible...this may change somebody's fate...
Saturday, January 15, 2011
tears
written: june 2006 at myspace
he said cry your tears
then it would all fade away
he told me you'd soon forget
the way he made you sway
but the emptiness stayed
you wondered when it would be gone
you still cried those tears
though it seems there be none
none to hope
and none to feel
none to hold on
but one big thing to deal
life can be harsh
sometimes its even cruel
but what has bruised you bad
really does sometimes rule
but then in the end
it all comes down to this
he told you those words
and it seems you've missed
what he said behind your tears
what he wants you to see
he'll erase all those fears
if you'll just set your heart free
now its too late to turn back
he's with someone else
and you're alone with what you lacked
and this poem makes no sense
what i'm trying to say
is love before its gone
look behind your back
he may just be the one
for in the end you'd realize
if you wont believe this is true
is that you may have allowed
that one person to slip
yes, that one person for you.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
love
Surprised?
I don't think so.
Look at what's currently trending at yahoo and you'd find love poems as one of them (that is as of 3:57am this morning).
Everybody it seems is looking for it, is wanting to define it, is wanting to put it in words, or is just plain depressed because of it. Either way, it can be manifested in many forms.
The first encounter I had with the word was when I was 5. There was this song on the radio that went with the lines " I'll make love to you, like you want me to and I'd hold you tight, baby all through the night..." As children literally interpreted everything based on their innocence, I concluded "love" at that age to be hugging someone close to you at night. Kinda like my mom giving me that warm bear hug before saying good night. Imagine my mom's reaction when she heard me singing that song at home...hehe...
In a country where the late night news displays killings, robberies, and corruption 70% of the time and afternoon gossip is more of what's happening at the local entertainment grapevine, one could not help but think why stories of "love" rarely make it to the news nowadays.
If 125,000,000 are searching monthly for it, why then is it not commonly on the news?
Some look for it at one point in their lives or even their entire lives
Some shrug it off and decide that the pain left by it is more than enough to not look for it again.
Some are lucky to have it but they're too busy still looking for it
Some keep on playing until they realize they've run out of players
Some believe it would come
Some would try to define it
Some would try to live it
Some keep their fingers crossed for second chances Some look at it as sacrifice
Some see it through 1 Corinthians 13:1-13
Some see it in faith
Some see it in relationships
Some see it in material possessions
Some know it when they are happy with what they are doing
I can go on and on all morning trying to define it.
But for me it all comes down to these 5 statements
1. Love is waking up each day to another chance
2. Love is a hug, a kiss, or an arm on your shoulder letting you know that no matter what happens, you'd always have someone or people who would never give up on you
3. Love is giving the last cookie up (if you were cookie monster). :)
4. Love is happiness and pain combined in a blender...hehe...
5. Love for me might be different for what it may mean to you. It is highly subjective, prone to arguments and debates, and makes the smartest people dumb and the dumbest people would be rocket scientists...
but it all boils down to one meaning though...
you never would have truly lived if you hadn't loved.:)
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Falling in Love (from Kent Nurburn)
It is a mystery why we fall in love.
It is a mystery how it happens.
It is a mystery when it comes.
It is a mystery why some love grows and it is a mystery why some love fails.
You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes, but you will never do
anymore than take the life out of the experience.
Just as life itself is more than the sum of the bones and muscles and electrical impulses in
the body, love is more than the sum of the interests and attractions and commonalities
that two people share.
And just as life is a gift that comes and goes in its own time, so too, the coming of love
must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.
Sometimes, hopefully at least once in your life - the gift of love will come to you in full
flower, and you will take hold of it and celebrate it in all inexpressible beauty. This is the
dream we all share.
More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move
on.
When this happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to
them, refusing to see that it is gift that is freely given and a gift that just as freely, moves
away.
When they fall out of love, or the person they love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try
desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was,
then moving on.
They want answers where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong in them
that makes the other person no longer love them, or they try to get their lover to change,
thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again.
They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life
together, their love will grow.
They try anything to give meaning to what happened. But there is no meaning beyond the
love itself, and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of misery.
You need to know this about love, and to accept it.
You need to treat what it brings you with kindness.
If you find yourself in love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself.
There is nothing wrong with you. Love just didn't choose to rest in the other person's
heart.
If you find someone else in love with you and you don't love her, feel honoured that love
came and called at your door, but gently refuse the gift you cannot return. Do not take
advantage, do not cause pain. How you deal with love is how you deal with you, and all
our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are different.
If you fall in love with another, and she falls in love with you, and then love chooses to
leave, do not try to reclaim it or to assess blame. Let it go. There is a reason and there is a
meaning. You will know in time.
Remember that you don't choose love. Love chooses you. All you can really do is accept it
for all its mystery when it comes into your life. Feel the way it fills you to overflowing, then
reach out and give it away.
Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who deem it poor
in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can. This is where many lovers go
wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see
their hearts as empty places that will be filled by love, and they begin to look at love as
something that flows to them rather than from them.
The first blush of new love is filled to overflowing, but as their love cools, they revert to
seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead
becomes someone who seeks love. They forget that the secret of love is that it is a gift,
and that it can be made to grow only by giving it away..
Remember this, and keep it to your heart. Love has its own time, its own seasons, and its
own reasons for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it, or reason it into
staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But
if it choose to leave from your heart or from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you
can do and there is nothing you should do.
Love always has been and always will be a mystery.
Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life.
If you keep your heart open, it will come again.
Kent Nerburn
from the book "Letters To My Son"
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
looking back
You looked back. Realized that time is but fleeting and there are memories much better left unattended than thought about. But still the memories came. Like ghosts haunting you each time, you manage to remember, and you can't help but look back.
The leaves drifted lazily with the breeze. Your hair was a mess and there he was, standing still as if he owned the world and you were but a mirage. You knew you'd regret looking back the moment you did. He looked at your eyes and you knew somehow, there'd be this third chance waiting to happen. Forget about the last time he broke your heart, you'd erase it as if it were chalk on blackboard. You and he would start all over again. Somehow you'd manage to patch the pieces he broke. You keep telling yourself that and somehow you're believing to believe it's possible.
You started taking that step back. He smiled. You smiled. Then you both held hands and knew that everything was forgotten at that instant when your hands connected with his. He'd not do that again right?
Somehow, you convince yourself he learned his lesson.
You never learned yours.
You're wiping your tears, but still they kept falling. You looked for him and he was not around anymore. Dumb. You keep telling yourself you're like that. You should have never taken that step back. You were his perfect girl and whatever he could not manage to do with you, there'd always be another who would be more than willing. His other hand would be holding yours and the other a phone number he got from some club he went to the night before.
He called you again. You heard his voice. You wiped your tears, gathered what is left of your pride and kept walking. You wanted to look back. You wanted to see him stand there and see what he has lost.
But a hand clasped yours.
Not his.
It was about time you take that step forward. And as you took the hand that clasped yours, you knew there were no more fourth chances...it was hard not to look back...but somehow you've found someone who would get you through...
And he would never make you cry...
nor look back.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
the meantime girl
she did not catch your eye
She was just someone who listened
When someone said goodbye
She was there to cheer you up
make you smile, when you're blue
She did not make your heart melt
You did not see through
She loved you more than a friend
But to you she was just like that
The ordinary girl who was not so thin
Nor was she too fat
Then a day came when she thought,
she saw a glimmer of hope
she thought there was a chance
You no longer mope
You smiled coming her way
A radiance that was shown
And you told her about a girl
A girl you had just known
Told her the girl's face
Was like that of an angel
Truly heaven sent
God's gift to mankind
he beauty he lent
She held back the tears
As you talked still
Realized you wouldn't see through
Perhaps you never will
She was just an ordinary girl
Just an adivser, just a friend
It's your loss if you don't realize
She won't be there till the end
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Bridges of Madison Country
saying dinner is at six
she's waiting
a camera on one old pick up
named Harry
a covered bridge shot
sunset mixed with light
orange
red
white
anticipation
dust left on gravel
dinner on the table
a pink dress cut up to the hem
slow tango played
by an accordion
as she danced
he danced
beside yellow formica tables
and candlelight
the feel
of skin on skin
as they danced
hands on her hips
hers on his shoulders
then the tango ended
as the leopard
made her feel
caressed
loved
treasured
more
than what she
had felt
after years
monotonous
marriage
a phone rang
he's coming back
her spouse
then the tango ended
the leopard left
only
footprints
a Nikon camera
pictures
and memories
on a walnut box
as what started from a note
could never be
ever shared
but still the pictures
the memories
the bridges
were in her mind
like the
covered bridges
of madison county
like the medallion
etched with her name
that he wore
like the ashes
that were scattered
over the wind
hers
and his...
at last they were
together
with the only
thing
she had
left
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Over
through paned window sills with
specks of dust and bird droppings
left during the evenings
My bed lay unruly,
pillows
lay
on the floor
discarded
like the alarm that buzzed on
my ear earlier.
My eyes adjusted to the sight
barely making out colors
that danced
in between the sun's rays
as if beckoning me to come
come
come
nearer
nearer
to the edge
and fall
quietly with all the fears
that had been
bottled up
since birth.
Then
the colors scattered
my eyes saw black
and all I heard
were your
screams
Wake up!
Wake
up
but I
fell
down
down
until your voice
was drowned out
from my screams
like
the day
you
said
what is between
u and me
is over...