Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Life. Show all posts

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Kids - Spoilt by whom?

One of life's very Obvious lessons..how many are really following this...where do you figure?

One young academically briliant 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.


Innocence personified
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 appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not the 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 over-protected & habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of even his own parents' 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 his failures. For this kind of people, who may be excellent academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel any sense of achievement no matter what they do.

He will always be insecure, will be dishonest, will grumble, be jealous of others' achievements, be full of hatred and keep fighting for more. He will always want power and freedom, but not the responsibility that comes with it. He will refuse to take responsibility for any action of his. He will take credit for all the good things that happen and blame others for things that don't. This attitude pervades extensively, both in his professional and personal lives. Such kids also encourage relationships with only 'yes' men. That others can also be right, is beyond their acknowledgement.

If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead? Think about it.

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, roam around in a car, wear branded clothes & watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, painting the fence, washing clothes, cleaning vessels, carrying groceries, buying vegetables, please let them also 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 they or their parents are, one day their hair will also grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.

The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the efforts of others, learns to be honest & sincere, experiences difficulties, assumes responsibility for his actions and learns the ability to work along with others, to get things done.

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Friday, July 16, 2010

The Stranger in our lives:-)

http://www.devilsownparadise.blogspot.com/

Got this from one of the forwards my pop in law sent me..hehe...a lot of them here :-)..what made me put this up was a note written / copy pasted by a friend of mine on FB which I happened to read. Copy paste...wish we could do that with life '''

Well here goes. Let me know how many of you relate to this

A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around from then on.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mum taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. But the stranger... he was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.

If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.

Sometimes, Mum would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.

 (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)

 Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush. My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing..

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked... And NEVER asked to leave.

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name?....

We just call him 'TV.'

(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'

Their first child is Cell Phone

Second child is I Pod