Little girl and her
father were crossing a bridge.

The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,

"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don"t fall into the river."

The little girl said, "No, Dad.. YOU hold my hand."

"What"s the difference?" Asked the puzzled father.

"There"s a big difference," replied the little girl.

 

"If I hold your hand and something happens to me,

chances are that I may let your hand go.

But if YOU hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,

you will never let my hand go."





In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.



So hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them to hold
yours...

This message is too short.......but carries a lot of Feelings.

Half buried in the dry, red earth of New Mexico, are a series of buildings, unconventional in appearance and radical in design. They're Earthships -- sustainable, self-sufficient homes -- and the 50 or so that are scattered outside the New Mexico town of Taos constitute the Earthship world community. Earthships are the brainchild of Michael Reynolds.He is an architect graduated from cincinnati.
These EarthShips are build from recycled steel and aluminum cans, tires and other reclaimed materials. They are self-sufficient homes that provide their own water, power and heating. Water is collected from rain or snowfall and stored in large underground cisterns. It is then used a number of times, first for bathing or washing. It is then recycled into "gray" water, which is used to flush toilets before being taken out of the internal water system as "black" water. It is then treated and used to water the Earthship's plants. Power is supplied by solar panels and wind turbines and even in areas where sunlight is more likely to be caught through overcast skies, modern photovoltaic technology means that they can still be effective enough to make any Earthship anywhere in the world self-sufficient.
At it's most basic, Earthships can be simple shelters with their own water supply. Basic but essential, especially in the aftermath of natural disasters, At the time of Tsunami in 2004, Reynolds has built Earthships on the Andaman Islands.
It is really surprising that there is no mention of such marvels in Indian news world either in newspaper or in TV. Hats-off to the silent worker Michael Reynolds.. Who works for the society and contributes without expectation of any publicity in this self-centered materialistic world.

A reporter once asked a farmer to divulge the secret behind his corn, which won the state fair contest year after year. The farmer confessed it was all because he shared his seed with his neighbors.

"Why do you share your best seed corn with your neighbors when you're entering the same contest each year?" asked the reporter.

"Why sir," said the farmer, "Didn't you know?  The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field.  If my neighbors grew inferior corn, cross-pollination would steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbor do the same."

And so it is with other situations in our lives. Those who want to be successful must help their neighbors, friends, relatives to be successful.

Those who choose to live well must help others live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches.

And those who choose to be happy must help others find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.

I found this posted on the net somewhere and felt it would be a great blog.

First....

What does it mean to you? Have you ever realised that some of the firsts make a huge impression on a person. First day @ school, first puff of cigarette, First Glass of beer , First kiss, First child ... etc. What is it about a first that burns into your memory like a picture? You can recall every word, movement, thought, everything that surrounded you at the time. It could be good or bad, but that doesn"t matter, it is forever with you.

First Day to School ....
First Puff of Cigaret ....
First Glass of Beer ....
First Job Interview ....
First Kiss ....
First Child ....
First (and of course last) Experience in Police Lockup ....


First Day at School - I still remember my Dad lead me to my School Building. I was in my White Half Sleeve Shirt and White Shorts. I was wearing Black shoes. I still remember climbing the first five stairs of my school building holding my Dad"s index finger, walking the corridor leading to my class room. My class teacher was elderly grey haired Teacher in his 50"s wearing white Gandhi cap. His name was "LALBHAI". Justifying his name his cheeks were red like roses. He greeted me with fatherly feeling and my fear for school"s alien atmosphere instantly evaporated.

First Puff of cigarette - My age was 17 when I had the first puff of cigarette in my life. I had just started going to college. During those days I used to visit local sports club in our locality. It was winter evening. romantic chill was there in the atmosphere. At 7.00 p.m. One of a club member (who later became very good friend of mine), offered me an imported "Benson & Hedges" to start my smoking experience. He told me that this brand is supposed to be consumed by LADIES (mild). I had my puff sitting on a garden bench in our club premises. Though it"s supposed to be mild, I felt a BANG on my head when I inhaled the smoke, and I was on the seventh heaven.

First Glass of Beer - I had a beer long before I had a first puff of smoke. It was 9.30 in the evening. I still remember, two of my cousin brothers (from Nagpur), both elder to me and quiet experienced with such adventures had come to Kolkata (then known as Calcutta). They were very exited about Calcutta"s night life and were also aware about the joints in Park Street Area of Kolkata. They lead me to "TRINCAS" restaurant. We sat on a corner table enjoying the live band playing some popular western music. They ordered some premium brand "BLACK LABEL" Malt beer and while the drink was getting served one of them asked me whether I have ever tested it or not. When in embarrassment I said "NO" he instructed the waiter to serve ME also with the magic potion. In dilemma whether to-have-it-or-not,� I sipped my drink in anticipation of a sweet "Rose syrup" taste, and got a biggest surprise of my life that "beer taste is bitter and not sweet". It will remain a surprise through out my life that in spite of it"s BITTER taste I still relish a glass of beer before evening dinner during summer (occasionally).