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The Three Stringed Violin

On Nov. 18, 1995, Itzhak Perlman, a violinist, came on stage to give a concert at Avery Fisher Hall at Lincoln Center in New York City.

If you have ever been to a Perlman concert, you know that getting on stage is no small achievement for him. He was stricken with polio as a child, and so he has braces on both legs and walks with the aid of two crutches. To see him walk across the stage one step at a time, painfully and slowly, is an awesome sight.

He walks painfully, yet majestically, until he reaches his chair. Then he sits down, slowly, puts his crutches on the floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, tucks one foot back and extends the other foot forward. Then he bends down and picks up the violin, puts it under his chin, nods to the conductor and proceeds to play.

By now, the audience is used to this ritual. They sit quietly while he makes his way across the stage to his chair. They remain reverently silent while he undoes the clasps on his legs. They wait until he is ready to play.

But this time, something went wrong. Just as he finished the first few bars, one of the strings on his violin broke. You could hear it snap – it went off like gunfire across the room. There was no mistaking what that sound meant. There was no mistaking what he had to do.

We figured that he would have to get up, put on the clasps again, pick up the crutches and limp his way off stage – to either find another violin or else find another string for this one. But he didn’t. Instead, he waited a moment, closed his eyes and then signaled the conductor to begin again.

The orchestra began, and he played from where he had left off. And he played with such passion and such power and such purity as they had never heard before.

Of course, anyone knows that it is impossible to play a symphonic work with just three strings. I know that, and you know that, but that night Itzhak Perlman refused to know that.

You could see him modulating, changing, re-composing the piece in his head. At one point, it sounded like he was de-tuning the strings to get new sounds from them that they had never made before.

When he finished, there was an awesome silence in the room. And then people rose and cheered. There was an extraordinary outburst of applause from every corner of the auditorium. We were all on our feet, screaming and cheering, doing everything we could to show how much we appreciated what he had done.

He smiled, wiped the sweat from this brow, raised his bow to quiet us, and then he said – not boastfully, but in a quiet, pensive, reverent tone – “You know, sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left.”

What a powerful line that is. It has stayed in my mind ever since I heard it. And who knows? Perhaps that is the definition of life – not just for artists but for all of us.

Here is a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a violin of four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a concert, finds himself with only three strings; so he makes music with three strings, and the music he made that night with just three strings was more beautiful, more sacred, more memorable, than any that he had ever made before, when he had four strings.

So, perhaps our task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering world in which we live is to make ‘music’, at first with all that we have, and then, when that is no longer possible, to make ‘music’ with what we have left.

Helpless Love

Once upon a time all feelings and emotions went to a coastal island for a vacation. According to their nature, each was having a good time. Suddenly, a warning of an impending storm was announced and everyone was advised to evacuate the island.

The announcement caused sudden panic. All rushed to their boats. Even damaged boats were quickly repaired and commissioned for duty.

Yet, Love did not wish to flee quickly. There was so much to do. But as the clouds darkened, Love realised it was time to leave. Alas, there were no boats to spare. Love looked around with hope.

Just then Prosperity passed by in a luxurious boat. Love shouted, “Prosperity, could you please take me in your boat?”

“No,” replied Prosperity, “my boat is full of precious possessions, gold and silver. There is no place for you.”

A little later Vanity came by in a beautiful boat. Again Love shouted, “Could you help me, Vanity? I am stranded and need a lift. Please take me with you.”

Vanity responded haughtily, “No, I cannot take you with me. My boat will get soiled with your muddy feet.”

Sorrow passed by after some time. Again, Love asked for help. But it was to no avail. “No, I cannot take you with me. I am so sad. I want to be by myself.”

When Happiness passed by a few minutes later, Love again called for help. But Happiness was so happy that it did not look around, hardly concerned about anyone.

Love was growing restless and dejected. Just then somebody called out, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” Love did not know who was being so magnanimous, but jumped on to the boat, greatly relieved that she would reach a safe place.

On getting off the boat, Love met Knowledge. Puzzled, Love inquired, “Knowledge, do you know who so generously gave me a lift just when no one else wished to help?”

Knowledge smiled, “Oh, that was Time.”

“And why would Time stop to pick me and take me to safety?” Love wondered.

Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and replied, “Because only Time knows your true greatness and what you are capable of. Only Love can bring peace and great happiness in this world.”

“The important message is that when we are prosperous, we overlook love. When we feel important, we forget love. Even in happiness and sorrow we forget love. Only with time do we realize the importance of love. Why wait that long? Why not make love a part of your life today?”

Be A Lake

The old Master instructed an unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and Then to drink it.

How does it taste?” the Master asked.
“Awful,” spat the apprentice.
The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake.
The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the lake.
The old man said, “Now drink from the lake.”
As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the Master asked, “How does it taste?”

“Good!” remarked the apprentice.

“Do you taste the salt?” asked the Master.

“No,” said the young man.

The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and said,”The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less.The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount of ‘pain’ we taste depends on the container we put it into.”
So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things …..

Stop being a Glass, Become a LAKE..

Reaction vs Response

Suddenly, a cockroach flew from somewhere and sat on her. I wondered if this was the cockroach’s response to all the glory that was spoken about it! She started screaming out of fear. With panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started doing jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach. Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group got cranky to what was happening. The lady finally managed to push the cockroach to another lady in the group. Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama. The waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter. The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough,
he grabbed and threw it out with his fingers.
Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior? If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos. It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.
I realized even in my case then , it is not the shouting of my father or my boss that disturbs me, but its my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me.
It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.
More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that hurts me.
Lessons learnt from the story:
I understood, I should not react in life. I should always respond.
The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.
Reactions are always instinctive whereas responses are always intellectual…

My heart My life

My heart…..Mi corozon…….My blood is pumped by it,My emotions controlled with part of its permission.My heart looks like a fist ….but it indeed has potential far bigger than that.

It’s quite small yet very mighty. It’s often neglected but I think it deserves a little more attention……pardon me!.A lot more attention.

A book I know says we should guard our hearts with all diligence because issues of life come out of it.

So,

How can I give my heart a treat?

How can I nuture it and make it blossom?

How….. just how?

Well, first You have to love…

The more you love the more happy you become..

The more you love the more at ease you become with your self…

The more you become self confident and self-less.

The more physical aerobics you take part in,the better for your heart..
The less ‘drinks’ you take..
The less fat you take.

The more lives you touch…
The more smiles you give to yourself and others.
The more….The more and more of good and the less and the less of bad.

You cannot afford to be Luke Warm..

What you do is either Good for your heart or not.
Remember!… Grey is never right
.Ask yourself this….. Is this White for my heart or Black for my heart?

Make a heart choice…Make a your heart choice..Make a wise choice.

How long your heart lives equals how long your ‘life’ lives.
How much my heart is worth tells a story of how much my life is worth. I am always trying to improve my hearts quality and value…God help me.

I have had the rare opportunity to see a human heart in its…from the atrium to the vena cavas,The aorta,the sinuses down to the ventricles.The heart is truly beautiful.It’s indeed an incomparable master piece.

It really needs to be cherished…give your heart a treat(its the only one heart you have and will ever have…The only ONE)

Give your heart The time it needs and deserves……,

I love my heart…..you should love yours too.

Take good care of your_______….(heart).and your_________..(self).

10 REASONS TO BE PROUD OF YOURSELF EXACTLY AS YOU ARE

It’s so easy to beat up on ourselves. Many of us spend a lot of time thinking about the things we’ve done wrong, the mistakes that we’ve made or how we haven’t yet achieved all of the things that we want to achieve. Although we understand logically that we will never be “perfect,” we still fault ourselves for our imperfections. However, despite having a few inevitable flaws, there are so many reasons to be proud of yourself exactly as you are.

With this in mind, when you feel the urge to criticize yourself, take a moment to remember all of the reasons why you are a great person who is worthy of love and respect. In hard times, sometimes a boost of self-confidence may be exactly what you need. Though you might find it easy to beat up on yourself when things aren’t going your way, self-criticism won’t make life any easier or solve any problems. Believing in your greatness is what inspires you to find solutions and make things better.

So here are a few reasons to be proud of yourself right now. Remember these things the next time you’re feeling down, or simply want to inspire yourself!

REASONS TO BE PROUD OF YOURSELF

1. You’ve survived everything life has thrown at you, and some of it has been really, really tough.

2. You’ve learned a lot in your lifetime, and you’ve gotten better and better at a lot of things.

3. You’ve helped other people.

4. You’ve made other people smile.

5. You’ve inspired other people (whether you realize it or not!)

6. You have a unique set of skills and talents, and there are some things that you do better than just about anyone.

7. You’ve done some great things in your life, and you’ve had some achievements that you’re really proud of.

8. You still have accomplishments ahead of you to look forward to.

9. You’ve never stopped dreaming, and you’ve always kept reaching for more.

10. The world wouldn’t be the same without you and you’ve had a significant impact on all of humanity. Every single action that you’ve ever taken in life has had an effect on the rest of us.

So the next time you feel down in the dumps, remember these reasons to be proud of yourself. Build yourself up, because you deserve to be treated with respect by everyone, especially yourself.

You are a powerful force in the universe. Believe in your greatness, and be proud of who you are!

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