Once a big fat frog and a lively little frog were hopping along together when they had the misfortune of jumping into a pail of fresh milk. They swam for hours and hours hoping to get out somehow; but the sides of the pail were steep and slippery and death seemed to be certain. When the big frog was exhausted he lost courage. There seemed no hope of rescue. “Why keep struggling against the inevitable? I cannot swim any longer.” He moaned. “Keep on! Keep on!” urged the little frog, who was still circling the pail. So they went on for a while. But the big frog decided it was no use. “Little brother, We may as well give up” he gasped. “I am going to quit struggling.” Now only the little frog was left. He thought to himself. “Well, to give up is to be dead, so I will keep swimming.” Two more hours passed and the tiny legs of the determined little frog were almost paralyzed with exhaustion. It seemed as if he could not keep moving for another minute. But he thought of his dead friend, and repeated, “To give up is to be meat for someone’s table, so I’ll keep paddling on until I die – if death is to come – but I will not cease trying – while there is life, there is hope.”Intoxicated with determination, the little frog kept on swimming around and around the pail, chopping the milk into white waves. After a while, just as he felt completely numb and thought he was about to drown, he suddenly felt something solid under him. To his astonishment, he saw that he was resting on a lump of butter which he had churned by constant paddling! And so the successful little frog leaped out of the milk pail to freedom.
Great virtues can be obtained by an inspiration. This inspiration can be drawn from stimulus words written/said by great poets & spiritual leaders, to enlight the man to realise Him-Self. This is my attempt in this course. Experience gained in my life provoked my inner consciousness to resolve for these 'poetry'.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Moral Story
Once a big fat frog and a lively little frog were hopping along together when they had the misfortune of jumping into a pail of fresh milk. They swam for hours and hours hoping to get out somehow; but the sides of the pail were steep and slippery and death seemed to be certain. When the big frog was exhausted he lost courage. There seemed no hope of rescue. “Why keep struggling against the inevitable? I cannot swim any longer.” He moaned. “Keep on! Keep on!” urged the little frog, who was still circling the pail. So they went on for a while. But the big frog decided it was no use. “Little brother, We may as well give up” he gasped. “I am going to quit struggling.” Now only the little frog was left. He thought to himself. “Well, to give up is to be dead, so I will keep swimming.” Two more hours passed and the tiny legs of the determined little frog were almost paralyzed with exhaustion. It seemed as if he could not keep moving for another minute. But he thought of his dead friend, and repeated, “To give up is to be meat for someone’s table, so I’ll keep paddling on until I die – if death is to come – but I will not cease trying – while there is life, there is hope.”Intoxicated with determination, the little frog kept on swimming around and around the pail, chopping the milk into white waves. After a while, just as he felt completely numb and thought he was about to drown, he suddenly felt something solid under him. To his astonishment, he saw that he was resting on a lump of butter which he had churned by constant paddling! And so the successful little frog leaped out of the milk pail to freedom.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Anecdotes
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Anecdotes
Thomas Carlyle is the author of the book ‘The French Revolution’. Once, John Stuart Mill, the famous Philosopher and writer asked him, would you kindly lend me the manuscript of your work ‘The French Revolution’ ? I would like to go through the first part of your work. ‘Carlyle readily gave him the manuscript.
After some days Mill knocked at his door one night and entered the hall in a dazed condition, ‘What is it Mill?’ asked Carlyle.
‘My friend,’ stammered the philosopher gasping; ‘I am ….. I am ….sorry; your manuscript was swept away by the maid and destroyed except for a few torn pages.’
Carlyle was stunned!
Gathering his wits, he slowly said, ‘Why do you keep standing? Pray sit down. Well, what has happened has happened. So do not worry.’
Mill sat down with a sigh. He talked with his friend for hours, well past midnight thinking that he should console Carlyle. In the end Carlyle came closer to him and said ‘Listen, my friend! Now do not think about it any more. Take it like this; it is like a master asking a pupil who has written a bad essay to rewrite it to perfection.’