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Sanjoy sent this to me: Republished without permission

Breakfast at McDonald's .
Please read until the end.This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way throughuntil the end!
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 person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling". His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyedgentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them. The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosenas a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you." I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope."We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that onlybecause of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.

We are not church goers, but we are believers.That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband,son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the lastnight I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:"

Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.
An Angel wrote: Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friendswill leave footprints in your heart.To handle yourself, use your head.To handle others, use your heart.
God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

Ravi is getting married

RAVI to Me
I have been having trouble sleeping at night.
There is a song that goes “aap ki aankhon mein kuch” – it is sung by Kishoreda in a movie called Ghar. There is lyrics in this song that goes – “lab hile to mogre ke phool khilte hain kahin”.
I don’t believe I have ever seen a mogra phool in my life or if I have I probably wasn’t paying attention at the time but I have heard from people that this flower is white in color. Does this makes sense to you then that this guy is comparing a woman’s lips with a white flower? Shouldn’t he be comparing it to something red or pink in color like a rose or something? This doesn’t make sense or as they say in Sanskrit – this doesn’t makum sensum.
The song is beautiful in every other way – great background music, great singing by Kishora Kumarum but it is messed by this one silly mistake in the lyrics. If I was grading this song, I would give it 85 out of 100 marks, taking 15 points away solely for this faux pas in lyrics.
The lyricist should be beaten with chappals for this mistake. If he is dead and buried, he should be dug up and then beaten with chappals for this mistake of messing up this song and my sleep.

Saurav Ganguly

Friends, Indians, Countrymen,
Lend me your ears, I have come to bury Dada not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Dada.
The noble Chappell Hath told you Dada was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Dada answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Chappell and the rest--
For Chappell is a white skinned man;
So are they all, all honourable men-- Come I to speak in Dada's funeral.
He was my idol, faithful and just to me:
But Chappell says he was ambitious;
And Chappell is an honorable man.
He hath brought many Trophies home to India
Whose Trophies did the BCCI mantle piece fill:
Did this in Dada seem ambitious?
When India had cried, Dada hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Chappell says he was ambitious;
And Chappell is an honourable man.
You all did see that in so many Finals
we presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did refuse:
was this ambition? Yet Chappell says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Chappell spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Bear with me; My heart is in the coffin there with Dada,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
But yesterday the word of Dada might Have stood against the world;
now lies he there. And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Chappell wrong, and More wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong;
I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Dada;
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament--
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--
And they would go and kiss dead Dada's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Have patience, gentle friends,
I must not read it;
It is not meet you know how Dada loved you.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men;
And, being men, bearing the will of Dada,
It will inflame you, it will make you mad:
'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs;
For, if you should, O, what would come of it
Will you be patient? will you stay awhile?
I have o'ershot myself to tell you of it:
I fear I wrong the honourable men
Whose daggers have stabb'd Dada; I do fear it.
You will compel me, then, to read the will?
Then make a ring about the corpse of Dada,
And let me show you him that made the will.
Shall I descend? and will you give me leave?
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
You all do know this mantle: I remember
The first time ever Dada put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening, on the balcony,
That day India overcame the English at Lords:
Look, in this place ran Dravid' dagger through:
See what a rent the envious More made:
Through this the well-beloved Chappell stabb'd;
And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away,
Mark how the blood of Dada follow'd it,
As rushing out of doors, to be resolved
If Chappell so unkindly knock'd, or no;
For Chappell, as you know, was Dada's angel:
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Dada loved him!
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Dada saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him: then burst his mighty heart;
And, in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Kotla's stadia,
Which all the while ran blood, great Dada fell.
O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel
The dint of pity: these are gracious drops.
Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold
Our Dada's vesture wounded? Look you here,
Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Chappell is; But, as you know me all,
a plain blunt man, That love my Idol;
and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood:
I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Dada's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Chappell,
And Chappell Manoj, there were an Manoj
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Dada that should move
The stones of India to rise and mutiny.
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what:
Wherein hath Dada thus deserved your loves?
Alas, you know not: I must tell you then:
You have forgot the will I told you of.
Here is the will, and under Dada's seal.
To every Indian citizen he gives,
To every several man, memories of glorious cover drives.
Moreover, he hath left you all his mates,
His Pathans and Sehwags,
On this side Thames; he hath left them you,
And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures,
To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves.
Here was a Dada! when comes such another?

MP's caught in sting operation

The top headlines today was how MP's were found taking bribes for raising questions in the parliament.
Somnath Chatterjee is amongst the first to raise his voice.
I want to raise a question in the Parliament as to how come this Communist has a palatial house in Bolpur and in Kolkata.
Seems he has been working hard raising questions in the parliament. With his kind of physique I don't think he has worked in the fields.
This practise of punishing someone for some act which is an accepted part of the Indian psyche needs to come to an end.
It's the same with Sex. People are not ready to believe that it happens. Guys in SBBJ remember Shankar.