Who are we to judge?

Judging people without even knowing who they really are is now a norm of our lives..sometimes our judgement is right and sometimes wrong.  Got this mail forward which i thought to share. have a read

Two Tough Questions


Question 1:

If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded, and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she have an abortion?

Read the next question before looking at the answer for this one.

Question 2:

It is time to elect a new world leader, and only your vote counts. Here are the facts about the three candidates.

Candidate A. Associates with crooked politicians, and consults with astrologists. He's had two mistresses. He also chain smokes and drinks 8 to 10 martinis a day.


Candidate B He was kicked out of office twice, sleeps untilnoon , used opium in college and drinks a quart of whiskey every evening.


Candidate C He is a decorated war hero. He's a vegetarian, doesn't smoke, drinks an occasional beer and never cheated on his wife.


Which of these candidates would be your choice?


Decide first... no peeking, and then scroll down for the reply.

Answer to Question No. 1

If your answer to the abortion question:

Is YES . . . .. . . you just killed Beethoven the GREAT musician because He was born as the 9th child with above mentioned...

Answer to Question No. 2

Candidate A is Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Candidate B is Winston Churchill.
Candidate C is Adolph Hitler.

Pretty interesting, isn't it?

Makes a person think before judging someone !!!!

By the way, Who are we to judge anyone?
 

Istanbul - wow :-) a place very similar to India

Will write about the trip some other time but would like to share some of the non touristy sights with who ever is interested
have a look

The Flag

One sees the the Flag of Turkey fluttering in he wind at almost every corner.

Break the rules

 Just like in India, drivers in Istanbul break rules with nary a care in the world. The next cab which turned in fact crashed into a bike..no noone got hurt :-)

Graffittiiiii

 Yes...this is also rampant...seen in the oldest church also

Bliss

 This is one of the best passtimes..saw a lot of people laughing , reading and chatting their worries in the parks

Trinket Maker

 This lady was making trinkets with beautiful greek designs..lovely

Bhutta

 Corn seller..boiled or roasted..for a lira a delicious anytime snack

Hazelnuts

 This is something this place is famous for..by the end of three days..kinds got fed up of eating these nuts

Roadside Cafe'

 Seen across almost all streets..beware you Indians..beef is more of a staple diet here

Tea in a glass so beautiful

 Rest laster ;-)

ESSAY FROM A CHILD

Wrote about the stranger in our house...some time back...I guess this is either a prequel or sequel or another "inspired" copy of the same..you decide..but whatever you decide..am sure it does make you really introspect or at least think ;-)...read on:


A teacher from Primary School asks her students to write a essay about what they would like God to do for them...

At the end of the day while marking the essays, she read one that made her very emotional. Her husband, who had just walked in saw her crying and asked her:

- What happened?

She answered :

- Read this. It's one of my student's essays


Oh God, tonight I ask you something very special: Make me into a television. I want to take its place. Live like the TV in my house. Have my own special place, And have my family around ME. To be taken seriously when I talk.... I want to be the centre of attention and be heard without interruptions or questions. I want to receive the same special care that the TV receives when it is not working. Have the company of my dad when he arrives home from work, even when he is tired. And I want my mom to want me when she is sad and upset, instead of ignoring me... And... I want my brothers to fight to be with me... I want to feel that family just leaves everything aside, every now and then, just to spend some time with me. And last but not least make it that I can make them all happy and entertain them...Lord I don't ask you for much... I just want to live like every TV

At that moment the husband said: - 'My God, poor kid. What horrible parents!

She looked up at him and said: - 'That essay is our son's !

The bridge

The bridge
Originally uploaded by srinathiyer

A bridge over troubled waters..the waters under were certainly looking troubled and gushing all over like hell hath no fury..the road seemed to vanish into the hills which were being swallowed by the clouds...check out more @ some-colors-of-india-especially-dilli