1. God has created evil ?In 1902, a professor asked his student whether it was God who created everything that exists in the universe ?
Student replied: Yes
He again asked: what about evil ?
Has God created evil also?
The student got silent....
Then the student requested that may he ask a question for him?
Professor allowed him to do so.
He asked: Does cold exist
Professor said : yes ! Dont u feel the cold dear
Student said: I'm sorry but ur wrong sir.
Cold is a complete absence of heat..
There is no cold, it is only an absence of heat.
Student asked again: Does darkness exist ?
Professor said: yes !
Student replied: ur again wrong sir.
There is no such thing like darkness. Its actually the absence of light. Sir ! We always study light & heat, but not cold & darkness.
Similarly, the evil does not exist.
Actually it is the absence of love, faith & true belief in God.
That student was Albert Einstien...!!!
2. Is drunk and drive a bad habit ? (True Story)
I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw
a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy
this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are
you sure I don't have enough money?''
I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough
money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the
doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give
this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my
sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this.
'My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to
see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with
her to give it to my sister...''
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I
told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my
picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I
wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go
to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with
sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to
his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough
for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to
sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so
that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted
to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't
dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll
and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I
started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I
remembered a local
news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a
truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The
little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to
recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news
paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as
I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where
the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make
last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a
beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and
the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling
that my life had been changed for ever...
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
3. True Love !!!
Husband comes home drunk and breaks some crockery,
vomits and falls down on the floor...
Wife pulls him up and cleans everything.
Next day wen he gets up he expects her to be really
He prays that they shouldd not have a
He finds a note near the table...
"Honey..your favorite breakfast is ready on the table,
i had to leave early to buy grocery...
i'll come running back to you, my love.
I love you. ...
He gets surprised and asks his son..,
'what happened last night..?
when mom pulled you to bed and tried
removing your boots and shirt..
you were dead drunk and you said......
" Hey Lady ! Leave Me Alone...
I M Married !!!
That's True Love...
4. Three Short Stories:
1) Once, all villagers decided to pray for rain. On the day of prayer all people gathered but only one boy came with umbrella. => that's FAITH
2) When you throw a one year old baby in the air, he laughs because he knows his father will catch him.
=> that's TRUST
3) Every night when we go to bed, we have no assurance to wake-up alive next morning, but still we set alarm for tomorrow. => that's HOPE
5.Our PARENTS are a BLESSING
No words will suffice to convey the love his mother had for him. She would have given her life for him, but Richard felt differently.
It's not that he hated her- but was merely embarrassed by her presence. You see, Richard's Mom had only one eye and the other she lost. He wouldn't take her anywhere-whether it was only for shopping- or to visit friends- or family reunions. He even deprived her of seeing her grandchildren fearing that they might be intimidated by her looks. He considered her an obstacle of dilemma in his life, so he kept her in recluse.
His mother sobbed, lamented and endured the grief for many years, yet loved him still the same, till the day God took her life.
In her room, an enclosed envelope was found addressed to: RICHARD, MY DEAR SON.
His hands quivered when he read it.
My Dear Son,
Please take good care of my eye. You see, my child, you were in a terrible car accident when you were little and almost lost your right eye, so I donated mine with corneal transplantation so you could regain your eyesight once more. Please cherish it."
Your always, loving mother.
6. I Will Not Change Myself
Why? Why do you do that? Stare at my breasts like they are cute babies calling out to be cuddled. Strip me naked, slowly, every time I enter the bus? Try to glimpse into my cleavage when I am sitting and reading in the metro.
Who gives you the right? To grope me in the crowded bus? To fall on me "innocently" when I buy popcorn in the theater. When I sit cross legged in the auto and you stop your bike and look hungrily at my legs.
A piece of meat, am I?
How do you think I feel? When I have to continuously watch over my shoulder, because it is 10 pm and there is nobody at the bus stop, except you. Staring at my neck.
When I panic, because my phone is dead, and I am in a cab wearing a backless dress?
When my friends and parents worry that I have to travel alone at night?
When I am sleepless in the bus, thinking, that your hands will pin me down and yank my clothes away?
What makes you think I should not wear that pretty black skirt?
To be scared. Afraid. Tensed. Every time I am not at home.
What makes you think I like it when I find you smiling at my bra strap that shows?
Yes, I wear a bra. Yes, it shows. So?
Ohh, don't say that its my clothes! I have found you eyeing the waist of that woman who was wearing the plain faded saree. Your eyes get all excited when the young college going girl enters the bus in just a kurta, no dupatta covering her bosom.
And yes, one slip of the pallu or dupatta and you go wild.
Staring. Smiling. And staring.
So, if I have a beer in my hand when I am on a beach, you think you can click my picture?
When I wear hot pants and laugh with a guy you think you can pinch my ass?
Does the lit cigarette in my hand seem like an invitation to you? To come violate my body with your eyes?
Yes, I am a girl and I drink alcohol, so I am an 'easy target'. Is that it?
Yes, I drink. I smoke. Does that mean I want to have sex with you and every man on the street?
You. Who teach your daughter to be safe from evil eyes, don't flinch before mentally having sex with me when you see me on the street?
You, who get angry when a boy smiles at your sister, don't feel ashamed standing at the street corner whistling at me every night.
No practice what you preach, for you, right.
Do you still think I am the one who needs to change? Then you are wrong because I will not change myself.