AV Wallpapers – City Backgrounds for iPhone, iPad, iPod


AV Wallpapers for iPhone 3GS, iPhone 4, iPhone 4S, iPhone 5, iPod touch (3rd generation), iPod touch (4th generation), iPod touch (5th generation) and iPad on the iTunes App Store

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★ AV Wallpapers Plus – The only app available with thousands of unique high definition city wallpapers for you to download for any iOS device (iPod touch, Iphone3, iPhone4, iPhone5, iPad, iPad2, iPad3, iPad4).

Only with $0.99 you will own this wallpapers app for iPhone & iPad include:

✓ 89 Wallpaper of Amsterdam city
✓ 67 Wallpaper of Berlin city
✓ 292 Wallpaper of Paris city
✓ 272 Wallpaper of Prague city
✓ 121 Wallpaper of Warszawa city
✓ 253 Wallpaper of Barcelona city
✓ 41 Wallpaper of Brugge city
✓ 40 Wallpaper of Den Helder city
✓ 41 Wallpaper of Metz city
✓ Updating…

Our artists have been traveling around the world and working many hours to make these high quality, vibrant wallpapers for you to enjoy!
Take full advantage of the crisp retina screens available on the iPhone 4 iPod Touch and unleash the full visual potential of your devices.

Features:
✓ No ads;
✓ Categorized by city;
✓ Sort the wallpapers by popularity, downloaded and shuffle;
✓ ability to download wallpapers to use on your device;
✓ Customized fitted wallpapers for each device: Iphone 3, iPhone 4, iPhone 5, iPad, iPad 2;
✓ Send as gift to your friends.

Note: For those of you who are experiencing images not being saved to your device when downloading an image, be sure to allow Photos access to the app in your settings by going to Settings -> Privacy -> Photos and turn the switch On for the app.

If you love this app, please leave a glowing review!

FOR MORE UPDATES AND PROMOTIONS
Visit us at http://www.avzio.com/category/25-wallpapers
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Thirupathi Balaji Darshan – A Rare Video


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Tirupati Tirumala Sri Venkateswara Swamy


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Tirupati Balaji Live Darshan Abhisekam – Vaikunta Ekadasi


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Modern Interpretations of mythological characters


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THIS IS A SIMBLI WONDERFUL INTERPRETATION OF ROLES . THINK COMPUTERS AND
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ROLES in HEAVEN !!!


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Chi tiết sự sành điệu của Gangnam style!


Chỉ trong hơn một tháng, cả thế giới đều biết đến Gangnam style. Như cũng nhờ điệu nhảy ngựa wacky của Psy, mà mọi người ở khắp nơi mới “hoảng hồn” với sự xa hoa và đẳng cấp của “chàng béo” đến từ quận Gangnam này.

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Psy và Gangnam style

Gangnam Style và khu vưc thượng lưu Gangnam

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Con đường thời trang tại Gangnam, Seoul

Ca sĩ Park Jaesang với nghệ danh là Psy (viết tắt của từ Psycho) đã trở thành niềm tự hào của người dân Hàn Quốc trong thời gian gần đây. Với ca khúc Gangnam style, Psy trở thành một hiện tượng giải trí có tầm ảnh hưởng rộng lớn. Thông qua nửa triệu lượt xem từ Youtube, đông đảo khán giả ở khắp mọi nơi trên thế giới, và cả những người nổi tiếng như Britney Spears, Ellen DeGeneres, Mel C, Tổng thư ký LHQ Ban Ki-moon, nhà hoạt động chính trị Trung Quốc Ngãi Vi Vi…đều bắt chước điệu nhảy ngựa hài hước của anh. Tuy nhiên, sự lan tỏa này không chỉ dừng lại ở một điệu nhảy, mà qua đó nó còn kéo theo sự vươn tầm mạnh mẽ của nền công nghiệp sản xuất âm nhạc, lối sống và văn hóa của người dân Hàn Quốc đến với thế giới.

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Psy và Britney Spears trong chương trình của Ellen

Qua cảnh Psy hát trên xe bus, Psy mặc một chiếc áo chemise có 3 hàng nút màu nâu cùng chiếc quần màu be. Thật không khó để nhận ra logo của thương hiệu Vivenne Westwood trên đó. Anh đã thực hiện bài nhảy nổi tiếng của mình hai lần với bộ trang phục này.

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Psy và trang phục lạ mắt của Vivenne Westwood, Chiếc quần short Gangnam Style lạ lẫm

Không chỉ màu mè, sành điệu mà Psy còn rất lịch lãm trong những bộ vest thắt nơ. Những chiếc nơ phối cùng các kiểu áo khoác blazer nhiều màu sắc của Psy luôn có những mục đích cụ thể. Và một món thời trang luôn xuất hiện không rời khỏi Psy và được thay đổi kiểu dáng thường xuyên là cặp kính mát. Và có lẽ sau NTK nổi tiếng Karl Lagerfeld, Psy là người tiếp theo định hình phong cách đeo kính mát mọi lúc mọi nơi như thế này.

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Psy đeo các kiểu kính mát thời thượng mọi lúc mọi nơi trong Gangnam style.

Phong cách thật sự của người Gangnam.

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Một cửa hiệu thời trang thiết kế tại đường Garosugil – Gangnam, Seoul

Với những gì mà Psy đã thể hiện trong ca khúc Gangnam style, thì chúng ta cũng có thể hình dung cuộc sống thượng lưu tại Gangnam. Dù ca khúc hàm nhiều ý chỉ trích về nổi ám ảnh tiêu xài và sự khoe mẽ của những người giàu có nơi đây. Nhưng xét về khía cạnh thẩm mỹ, thì đây có thể nói là nơi khởi nguồn của nhiều xu hướng thời trang, góp phần định hình những gout ăn mặc riêng của người Châu Á.

Khó có thể xác định một kiểu phong cách chung của người Gangnam, dù phần lớn họ đều có sự yêu chuộng đa dạng đối với các thương hiệu thời trang lớn trên thế giới như Prada, Armani…và luôn chuộng sự mảnh khảnh cũng lối chưng diện cầu kỳ.

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Gangnam bao gồm nhiều khu vực như Apgujeong-dong, Cheongdam-dong, Daechi-dong, Songpa-dong, Shinchi-dong…thì mỗi nơi đều có những đặc thù thời trang riêng thể hiện một số đặc tính về tâm lý của người tiêu dùng tại đó. Quan Jean levi 501

Theo các tạp chí thời trang của Hàn Quốc phân tích, thì người ở khu Apgujeong-dong thì yêu thích phong cách hiphop và các kiểu đầm bán sang trọng. Ngoài ra, họ khá chuộng túi xách của Burberry, tuy nhiên họ thường tự mix trang phục của mình nhiều hơn và hạn chế trong việc tiêu dùng hàng hiệu nước ngoài.

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Shop thời trang hàng hiệu Massimo Dutti tại đường Garosugil – Gangnam, Seoul

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Box of Kisses and other stories


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A Box of Kisses………………….
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. 

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the gold box was empty. Annoyed, he said to his daughter, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s suppose to be something inside the box? A box isn’t a present!” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “But Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

It is told that the man kept the gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

Father and Son…………………
An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 
years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”

The Son replied “It is a crow”.

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”

The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,

What is this?”

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when
he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is
this?”

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the
same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT
IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old
tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening
a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the
following words were written in the diary :-

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a
crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I
replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each
time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not
at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had
felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when
today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt
irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a
burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and
kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I
want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I
was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.

They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to
make me a person presentable in the society today”.

Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will
say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

For my syster……………….
The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. 

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny,

are you sure I don’t have enough money?”

The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.”

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

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 for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. 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 she 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.’

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

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.

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Cox of Kisses and other stories


 

 

 

A Box of Kisses………………….

 

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. 

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.” He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the gold box was empty. Annoyed, he said to his daughter, “Don’t you know that when you give someone a present, there’s suppose to be something inside the box? A box isn’t a present!” The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, “But Daddy, it’s not empty. I blew kisses into the box. All for you Daddy.” The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. 

It is told that the man kept the gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as humans have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family and God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

 

Father and Son…………………

 

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 
years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window. 

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?” 

The Son replied “It is a crow”. 

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?” 

The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”. 

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, 

What is this?” 

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when 
he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”. 

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is 
this?” 

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the 
same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT 
IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?” 

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old 
tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening 
a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the 
following words were written in the diary :- 

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a 
crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I 
replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each 
time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not 
at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”. 

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had 
felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when 
today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt 
irritated and annoyed. 

So.. 

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a 
burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and 
kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I 
want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I 
was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. 

They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to 
make me a person presentable in the society today”. 

Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will 
say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

 

For my syster……………….

 

The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. 

The Cashier said, ‘I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.’ 

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, 

are you sure I don’t have enough money?” 

The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” 

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. 

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 for Christmas. 

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.’ 

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. 

But he replied to me sadly. ‘No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. 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 she 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.’ 

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. 

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.

 

 

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Bill Gates Vs Mother Teresa


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BILL GATES vs MOTHER TERESSA – WORTH READING TILL END

Two days ago, I was in China, speaking to a bunch of influential business leaders. One of them posed a challenge:
“You speak about Vinoba Bhave, the spiritual heir of Gandhi, and how he walked 80K kilometers across India and inspired people to donate 5 million acres to their neighbors. Yes, it might’ve been an unprecedented feat in the history of mankind, but really, how many people remember Vinoba today? Instead, think of how many people remember Steve Jobs and the legacy he left behind.” From a short-term impact point of view, it’s a thoughtful dilemma.

In fact, Forbes magazine did a piece which reflected similarly, asking the question: “Who has changed the world more: Bill Gates or Mother Teresa?” And they concluded Bill Gates. My response to this industrialist, though, was a true story that happened a few weeks ago at a school near Pune. I asked the same question to them: who do you want to be when you grow up — Bill Gates or Mother Teresa? Usually about 60-80% of them will vote for Bill Gates, but here, a majority of them said Mother Teresa. So I probed further. Why? As people started raising their hands, a shy young girl — maybe 11 years old — raised her hand, hesitated, and then put it down. Seeing that, I encouraged her to speak, and her response completely floored me.

“Sir, Bill Gates used the power of money to change the world, and Mother Teresa used the power of love to change the world. And I think love is more powerful than money.”

End of story. It was simple, clear, elegant and spot-on that it required no further responses from the class.

The end of that story is the beginning of an audacious possibility. In keeping with the theme of our gathering, my Impossible Dream, and one that I’m sure we all share, is a world where we elevate this spirit of love from the mere emotional ranks of Bollywood to the infinitely stronger spiritual ranks of our hearts. As humanity, we have understood intellectual quotient (IQ), and even emotional quotient (EQ) but what the world needs now is CQ – Compassion Quotient. It is an intelligence of the heart. More than a decade ago, neuroscientists discovered that, physically speaking, there are actually neurons not just in our brain but also in our heart. As Kabir and many sages tell us so clearly: Open your heart and it can contain the whole universe!

Our greatest hope for awakening our collective compassion quotient comes from – children! Children like that 11 year old who just intuitively knew that if you are moved by love, you can move mountains. In conversations with Dr. Maria Montessori, Gandhi said it very clearly, “In the early part of my life, I discovered that if I was to realize Truth, I must obey, even at the cost of my life, the law of love. And having been blessed with children, I discovered that the law of love could be best learned through little children.”

The thing about this law of love is that it has a half-life that is far, far greater than the law of stuff. Its impact lasts for many generations. Inspiration from our gadgets devolves into mere information, sometimes within a matter of minutes. But when that same inspiration is delivered to us through someone who walks that talk, it activates the information in a context of vibrational aliveness. It resonates deep within our consciousness. And this is why, in the long term, the law of stuff stands no chance against the law of love. Work that is moved by love, no matter how small and humble, has an unending after-life.

A few years ago, my wife and I went on a walking pilgrimage. We started at the Gandhi Ashram in Gujarat and walked south; we ate whatever food was offered and slept wherever place was offered. It was an experiment that radically changed our lives. Along the way one thing we repeatedly encountered were the ripples of the law of love, particularly from Gandhi and Vinoba who had often walked those same paths. During a visit to a small village in the area, Gandhi realized it was 6PM – which was his prayer time. He was taking a walk on the farm, with some elders, but he immediately sat down right there for prayer. A bit thrown off, the elders gathered a couple folks who happened to be nearby.

Govardhan Patel was one of them. He was in fifth grade at the time, his mom had passed away when he was 2, and his father had polio; he wasn’t all that interested in Gandhi. As serendipity would have it, though, he sat there in silence during Gandhi’s prayer. And something shifted. He sat in on Gandhi’s evening talk, and that very same day he decided to dedicate his whole life to service. When we met him he was a ripe 82-years-young and was still going strong, having transformed not only his village but dozens of others.

There are many stories like his, for instance that of Nagardas Shrimali. At a train station, while Gandhi is just passing by, amidst the throngs of people, he yells out: “Bapu, what should I do with my life?” Bapu says, “You go and teach your values to other children like you.” Shrimali was 16 at the time, from that day forth to his last breath, Nagardas – who was “untouchable” — dedicated his life to educating children.

Authentic inspiration has a long after-life, indeed. And my friends, we need to rekindle this law of love within us, and within our greatest hope — our children, the next generation.

I want to end with a true story.

Many years ago, my dear friend Jacob Needleman was teaching a class at San Francisco State University,and he asked a question to his class of thirty students. “How can we be good?” One student raised his hand and said, “I learned goodness from my 5-year-old son.” He goes on to explain: “My son and I were enjoying Christmas in Mexico, as he was excitedly playing with the toys he had received just the night before. A kid from the neighboring slum comes by, and I told my son to give him one of his toys. After some pleas and tears, he finally agrees and picks up a toy. His least favorite toy!” In a vintage Mufasa-Simba moment from Lion King, the father looks his 5-year-old in the eyes and says, “No, son, not that toy. Give him your favorite toy.”

At this point, the son instinctively protests, but then looking at his father’s stern-yet-compassionate look, he begrudgingly goes to the door to give away his favorite toy. Naturally, the father figured he will have to console his son when he returns; lo and behold, much to his surprise, the son returns back with a hop in his step. With an innocence befitting to a 5-year-old, he looks his Father in the eyes and says, “Dad, that was amazing. Can I do it again?”

This is the law of love, and may we all keep doing it again and again and again.

N B: This article is based on a talk by Nipun Mehta at InspirEd in Mumbai, Dec 2012. Nipun is the founder of ServiceSpace.org, a nonprofit that works at the intersection of gift-economy, technology and volunteerism. His popular TED talk Designing for Generosity provides an overview of their work and guiding principles.

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Maharishi Phucknuckel’s Guide to Zen


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Folks came across this very good one. Actually some of these are seriously profound statements. Henjoi.

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Bill Gates Vs Mother Teresa


 
 
 
 
 

 

BILL GATES vs MOTHER TERESSA – WORTH READING TILL END

Two days ago, I was in China, speaking to a bunch of influential business leaders. One of them posed a challenge:
“You speak about Vinoba Bhave, the spiritual heir of Gandhi, and how he walked 80K kilometers across India and inspired people to donate 5 million acres to their neighbors. Yes, it might’ve been an unprecedented feat in the history of mankind, but really, how many people remember Vinoba today? Instead, think of how many people remember Steve Jobs and the legacy he left behind.” From a short-term impact point of view, it’s a thoughtful dilemma.

In fact, Forbes magazine did a piece which reflected similarly, asking the question: “Who has changed the world more: Bill Gates or Mother Teresa?” And they concluded Bill Gates. My response to this industrialist, though, was a true story that happened a few weeks ago at a school near Pune. I asked the same question to them: who do you want to be when you grow up — Bill Gates or Mother Teresa? Usually about 60-80% of them will vote for Bill Gates, but here, a majority of them said Mother Teresa. So I probed further. Why? As people started raising their hands, a shy young girl — maybe 11 years old — raised her hand, hesitated, and then put it down. Seeing that, I encouraged her to speak, and her response completely floored me.

“Sir, Bill Gates used the power of money to change the world, and Mother Teresa used the power of love to change the world. And I think love is more powerful than money.”

End of story. It was simple, clear, elegant and spot-on that it required no further responses from the class.

The end of that story is the beginning of an audacious possibility. In keeping with the theme of our gathering, my Impossible Dream, and one that I’m sure we all share, is a world where we elevate this spirit of love from the mere emotional ranks of Bollywood to the infinitely stronger spiritual ranks of our hearts. As humanity, we have understood intellectual quotient (IQ), and even emotional quotient (EQ) but what the world needs now is CQ – Compassion Quotient. It is an intelligence of the heart. More than a decade ago, neuroscientists discovered that, physically speaking, there are actually neurons not just in our brain but also in our heart. As Kabir and many sages tell us so clearly: Open your heart and it can contain the whole universe!

Our greatest hope for awakening our collective compassion quotient comes from – children! Children like that 11 year old who just intuitively knew that if you are moved by love, you can move mountains. In conversations with Dr. Maria Montessori, Gandhi said it very clearly, “In the early part of my life, I discovered that if I was to realize Truth, I must obey, even at the cost of my life, the law of love. And having been blessed with children, I discovered that the law of love could be best learned through little children.”

The thing about this law of love is that it has a half-life that is far, far greater than the law of stuff. Its impact lasts for many generations. Inspiration from our gadgets devolves into mere information, sometimes within a matter of minutes. But when that same inspiration is delivered to us through someone who walks that talk, it activates the information in a context of vibrational aliveness. It resonates deep within our consciousness. And this is why, in the long term, the law of stuff stands no chance against the law of love. Work that is moved by love, no matter how small and humble, has an unending after-life.

A few years ago, my wife and I went on a walking pilgrimage. We started at the Gandhi Ashram in Gujarat and walked south; we ate whatever food was offered and slept wherever place was offered. It was an experiment that radically changed our lives. Along the way one thing we repeatedly encountered were the ripples of the law of love, particularly from Gandhi and Vinoba who had often walked those same paths. During a visit to a small village in the area, Gandhi realized it was 6PM – which was his prayer time. He was taking a walk on the farm, with some elders, but he immediately sat down right there for prayer. A bit thrown off, the elders gathered a couple folks who happened to be nearby.

Govardhan Patel was one of them. He was in fifth grade at the time, his mom had passed away when he was 2, and his father had polio; he wasn’t all that interested in Gandhi. As serendipity would have it, though, he sat there in silence during Gandhi’s prayer. And something shifted. He sat in on Gandhi’s evening talk, and that very same day he decided to dedicate his whole life to service. When we met him he was a ripe 82-years-young and was still going strong, having transformed not only his village but dozens of others.

There are many stories like his, for instance that of Nagardas Shrimali. At a train station, while Gandhi is just passing by, amidst the throngs of people, he yells out: “Bapu, what should I do with my life?” Bapu says, “You go and teach your values to other children like you.” Shrimali was 16 at the time, from that day forth to his last breath, Nagardas – who was “untouchable” — dedicated his life to educating children.

Authentic inspiration has a long after-life, indeed. And my friends, we need to rekindle this law of love within us, and within our greatest hope — our children, the next generation.

I want to end with a true story.

Many years ago, my dear friend Jacob Needleman was teaching a class at San Francisco State University,and he asked a question to his class of thirty students. “How can we be good?” One student raised his hand and said, “I learned goodness from my 5-year-old son.” He goes on to explain: “My son and I were enjoying Christmas in Mexico, as he was excitedly playing with the toys he had received just the night before. A kid from the neighboring slum comes by, and I told my son to give him one of his toys. After some pleas and tears, he finally agrees and picks up a toy. His least favorite toy!” In a vintage Mufasa-Simba moment from Lion King, the father looks his 5-year-old in the eyes and says, “No, son, not that toy. Give him your favorite toy.”

At this point, the son instinctively protests, but then looking at his father’s stern-yet-compassionate look, he begrudgingly goes to the door to give away his favorite toy. Naturally, the father figured he will have to console his son when he returns; lo and behold, much to his surprise, the son returns back with a hop in his step. With an innocence befitting to a 5-year-old, he looks his Father in the eyes and says, “Dad, that was amazing. Can I do it again?”

This is the law of love, and may we all keep doing it again and again and again.

N B: This article is based on a talk by Nipun Mehta at InspirEd in Mumbai, Dec 2012. Nipun is the founder of ServiceSpace.org, a nonprofit that works at the intersection of gift-economy, technology and volunteerism. His popular TED talk Designing for Generosity provides an overview of their work and guiding principles.

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The Last Post

 

Fun & Info @ Keralites.net
If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which The Last Post was played;
this brings o a new meaning of it.
Here is something everyone should know.
Until I read this, I didn’t know but I checked it out and it’s true:
 
We have all heard the haunting song, ‘The Last Post’ It’s the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings..
 
Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the American Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near
Harrison’s Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.

When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
 
 
The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in
the Confederate Army.
 
 
The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
 
 
The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.
 
 
The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.
 
 
But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him
only one musician.
 
 
The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the
pocket of the dead youth’s uniform.
This wish was granted.
 
 
The haunting melody, we now know as ‘The Last Post’ used at military funerals was born.
The words are:
 
 
 
 
Day is done.
Gone the sun.
From the lakes
From the hills.
From the sky.
All is well.
Safely rest.
God is nigh.
——-
Fading light.
Dims the sight.
And a star.
Gems the sky.
Gleaming bright.
From afar.
Drawing nigh.
Falls the night.
——-
Thanks and praise.
For our days.
Neath the sun
Neath the stars.
Neath the sky
As we go.
This we know.
God is nigh
 
 
I too have felt the chills while listening to ‘The Last Post’ but I have never seen all the words to the song until now. I didn’t even know there was more than one verse . I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn’t know if you had either so I thought I’d pass it along.
 
 
I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.
Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country.
Also Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; and also regards and support for those presently serving in the Armed Forces..

Received as e-mail
Nandakumar

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Motherly love


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Subject:  Motherly love at its best ! Must see.

The bar is set higher and higher for awesome African game shots that we are privileged to see.!
 
Clinging on for dear life to the side of a vertical cliff, the tiny lion cub cries out pitifully for help. 

His mother arrives at the edge of the precipice with three other lionesses and a male. The females start to clamber down together but turn back daunted by the sheer drop. 

Eventually one single factor determines which of them will risk her life to save the youngster – motherly love. 


The drama begins: The mother arrives at the edge of the cliff as her son cries out for rescue after being trapped when he slipped 


On the brink: Four lionesses look over the edge before aborting their rescue mission because of the sheer drop 

Slowly, agonizingly, the big cat edges her way down towards her terrified son, using her powerful claws to grip the crumbling cliff side. 

One slip from her and both animals could end up dead at the bottom of the ravine. 



J
ust as the exhausted cub seems about to fall, his mother circles beneath him and he is snatched up in her jaws. 

She then begins the equally perilous journey back to the top. Minutes later, they arrive and she gives the frightened little creature a consoling lick on the head. 

The dramatic rescue, captured by wildlife photographer Jean-Francois Largot, was played out in Kenya ’s Masai Mara game reserve. 

Despite the presence of wardens to deter poachers, day-to-day life for the lions is not without its dangers … as the cub learned the hard way. 

Rescue mission: The mother inches her way down the cliff face to rescue the terrified cub before locking him in her jaws and making her way back up the cliff face 


Motherly love: The mother gives her son a lick to say that all is well in the pride following the drama 

HOW AWESOME IS THIS?
 
Amazing!! 



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Hats off to teachers


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Hats off to Teachers

Dear Capable person,

Greetings,

Yes, I respect my Master for what he has given and in return he only got the satisfaction.

From A School Principal’s speech at a graduation…

He said “Doctor wants his child to become a doctor…

Engineer wants his child to become engineer…

Businessman wants his ward to become CEO…

BUT a teacher also wants his child to become one of them..!!!!

Nobody wants to become a teacher BY CHOICE”

Very sad but that’s the truth…!!!

The dinner guests were sitting around the table…

discussing life.

One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued,

“What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life

was to become a teacher?”

To stress his point he said to another guest; “You’re a teacher, Bonnie. Be

honest. What do you make?”

Teacher Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, “You

want to know what I make?” (She paused for a second, then began…)

“Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor winner.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can’t make

them sit for 5 min. without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.”

“You want to know what I make? (She paused again and looked at each and every

person at the table)

I make kids wonder.

I make them question.

I make them apologize and mean it.

I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.

I teach them how to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn’t

everything.

I make them read, read, read.

I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the

man-made calculator.

I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about

English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.

Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they

were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.”

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)

“Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn’t

everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are

ignorant. You want to know what I make?”

“I MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN ALL YOUR LIVES, EDUCATING KIDS AND PREPARING THEM TO

BECOME CEO’s, AND DOCTORS AND ENGINEERS…”

“What do you make Mr. CEO?”

His jaw dropped; he went silent.

THIS IS WORTH SENDING TO EVERY PERSON YOU KNOW…

regards,

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the last post


 


The Last Post

 
Fun & Info @ Keralites.net
 
If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which The Last Post was played;
this brings o a new meaning of it.
 
 
 
Here is something everyone should know.
Until I read this, I didn’t know but I checked it out and it’s true:
 
We have all heard the haunting song, ‘The Last Post’ It’s the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings..
 
Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the American Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near
Harrison’s Landing in Virginia . The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.
When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
 
 
The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in
the Confederate Army.
 
 
The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
 
 
The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral.
 
 
The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate.
 
 
But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him
only one musician.
 
 
The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the
pocket of the dead youth’s uniform.
This wish was granted.
 
 
The haunting melody, we now know as ‘The Last Post’ used at military funerals was born.
The words are:
 
 
 
 
Day is done. 
Gone the sun. 
From the lakes 
From the hills. 
From the sky. 
All is well. 
Safely rest. 
God is nigh. 
——-
Fading light. 
Dims the sight.
And a star. 
Gems the sky.
Gleaming bright. 
From afar. 
Drawing nigh. 
Falls the night. 
——-
Thanks and praise. 
For our days. 
Neath the sun 
Neath the stars. 
Neath the sky
As we go. 
This we know. 
God is nigh
 
 
I too have felt the chills while listening to ‘The Last Post’ but I have never seen all the words to the song until now. I didn’t even know there was more than one verse . I also never knew the story behind the song and I didn’t know if you had either so I thought I’d pass it along.
 
 
I now have an even deeper respect for the song than I did before.
Remember Those Lost and Harmed While Serving Their Country.
Also Remember Those Who Have Served And Returned; and also regards and support for those presently serving in the Armed Forces..

Received as e-mail
Nandakumar

 

motherly love


Subject:  Motherly love at its best ! Must see.

The bar is set higher and higher for awesome African game shots that we are privileged to see.!
 
Clinging on for dear life to the side of a vertical cliff, the tiny lion cub cries out pitifully for help. 

His mother arrives at the edge of the precipice with three other lionesses and a male. The females start to clamber down together but turn back daunted by the sheer drop. 

Eventually one single factor determines which of them will risk her life to save the youngster – motherly love. 


The drama begins: The mother arrives at the edge of the cliff as her son cries out for rescue after being trapped when he slipped 


On the brink: Four lionesses look over the edge before aborting their rescue mission because of the sheer drop 

Slowly, agonizingly, the big cat edges her way down towards her terrified son, using her powerful claws to grip the crumbling cliff side. 

One slip from her and both animals could end up dead at the bottom of the ravine. 


Just as the exhausted cub seems about to fall, his mother circles beneath him and he is snatched up in her jaws. 

She then begins the equally perilous journey back to the top. Minutes later, they arrive and she gives the frightened little creature a consoling lick on the head. 

The dramatic rescue, captured by wildlife photographer Jean-Francois Largot, was played out in Kenya ’s Masai Mara game reserve. 

Despite the presence of wardens to deter poachers, day-to-day life for the lions is not without its dangers … as the cub learned the hard way. 

Rescue mission: The mother inches her way down the cliff face to rescue the terrified cub before locking him in her jaws and making her way back up the cliff face 


Motherly love: The mother gives her son a lick to say that all is well in the pride following the drama 

HOW AWESOME IS THIS?

 
Amazing!! 


— 


 

Hats off to Teachers

Dear Capable person,

Greetings,

Yes, I respect my Master for what he has given and in return he only got the satisfaction.

From A School Principal’s speech at a graduation…

He said “Doctor wants his child to become a doctor…

Engineer wants his child to become engineer…

Businessman wants his ward to become CEO…

BUT a teacher also wants his child to become one of them..!!!!

Nobody wants to become a teacher BY CHOICE”

Very sad but that’s the truth…!!!

The dinner guests were sitting around the table…

discussing life.

One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued,

“What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life

was to become a teacher?”

To stress his point he said to another guest; “You’re a teacher, Bonnie. Be

honest. What do you make?”

Teacher Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, “You

want to know what I make?” (She paused for a second, then began…)

“Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor winner.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can’t make

them sit for 5 min. without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental.”

“You want to know what I make? (She paused again and looked at each and every

person at the table)

I make kids wonder.

I make them question.

I make them apologize and mean it.

I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions.

I teach them how to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn’t

everything.

I make them read, read, read.

I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the

man-made calculator.

I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about

English while preserving their unique cultural identity.

I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.

Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they

were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life.”

(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)

“Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn’t

everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are

ignorant. You want to know what I make?”

“I MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN ALL YOUR LIVES, EDUCATING KIDS AND PREPARING THEM TO

BECOME CEO’s, AND DOCTORS AND ENGINEERS…”

“What do you make Mr. CEO?”

His jaw dropped; he went silent.

THIS IS WORTH SENDING TO EVERY PERSON YOU KNOW…

regards,

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