Secret of happy married life


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She married him today.
At the end of the wedding party, her mother gave her a newly opened bank savings passbook, with $1000 deposited in it.
She told her, “My dear daughter, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your married life. Whenever something happy and memorable happens in your new life, put some money in. Write down what it’s about next to the amount. The more memorabl
e the event is, the more money you can put in. I’ve done the first one for you today. Do the others with your husband. When you look back after years, you will know how much happiness you’ve both shared.’

She shared this with him after getting home. Both of them thought it was a great idea and couldn’t wait to make the next deposit! This is what the passbook looked like after a while:

– 7 Feb: $100, his first birthday celebration after marriage
– 1 Mar: $300, she gets a salary raise
– 20 Mar: $200, vacation to Bali
– 15 Apr: $2000, She’s pregnant!
– 1 Jun: $1000, He gets the big promotion
and so on…

However, as the years went by, they began fighting and arguing over trivial things. They didn’t talk much. They regretted that they had married the most nasty person in the world…There was no more love.
One day she talked to her Mother. ‘Mom, we can’t stand it anymore. We have decided to divorce. I can’t imagine how I decided to marry this guy!’

Her mother replied, ‘Sure, that’s no big deal. Just do whatever you want, if you really can’t stand it. But before that, do one thing. Remember the savings passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and spend it first. You shouldn’t keep any record of such a poor marriage.’

She agreed with her. So she went to the bank, and was waiting in the queue to cancel the account. While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joyful moments came back to her. Her eyes were filled with tears. She left and went home.

When she got home, she handed the passbook to him and asked him to spend the money before getting divorced.

So the next day, he went to the bank, and was waiting in the queue to cancel the account. While he was waiting, he took a look at the passbook record. He looked, and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joyful moments came back to him. His eyes were filled with tears. He left and went home.

He gave the passbook back to her. She found a new deposit of $5000. And a line next to the record: ‘This is the day I realized how much I’ve loved you throughout all these years. How much happiness you’ve brought me.’

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back into the safe.

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the source of Happiness- story


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There lived a Sadhu who regularly used to give discourses. One day at the end of the discourse he was talking of being grateful to existence. “Operate from a space of gratitude, `Kritajna’. This will allow us to expand.” a beggar was sitting in a corner and listening to the discourse, he came up to the Sadhu and said, “Maharaj, your talk was great. But one thing I am not able to do. You said to be grateful to the existence because it has always showered benediction on you. Sorry! But, existence has not given me anything. I am struggling even for one roti”.

The Sadhu said, “ I agree with you, I will give you two lacks, right here, will you be grateful?’ The beggar was thrilled.

“But I want something in return from you”, said the Sadhu. “I do not have anything, what can I give you? If I have something I will definitely give you.” said the beggar.

“I won’t ask you anything that you do not have”, said the Sadhu. The agreement was made.The Sadhu said, “I will make arrangements for the two lacks; you please give me both your eyes.”

The beggar was astonished. “What will I do with these two lacks without my eyes! I don’t agree to the deal,” he said. “I prefer my two eyes to the two lacks”.

The Sadhu said, “but you said you don’t have anything and were cursing existence.’

This is a beautiful story. Two eyes he had, then two hands, two legs, stomach etc., He is already a multi millionaire. But all these gifts we do not see. For the beggar, money was very important.That we can see is such a great gift of existence. We can hear. We can walk. All are great gifts. If you say you are unhappy, it is ridiculous. In fact we should dance and celebrate that existence has given us so many gifts.

We are normally focused on what is missing in life. The moment you start operating from what you don’t have, whatever you have also go into darkness.

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Value of Happiness and Time


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A beautiful Reminder for each of us to take time off to Ponder over whatever we’re up to & examine our Conscience.

Value of Happiness & Time

 
Yesterday, I was driving, and the FM radio went off for few seconds.  I thought, I should have an iPod. Then suddenly I realized that I have not used my iPod in last 6 months.  And then, more things, Handy cam in last 2 years, Digital Camera in last 2 months, DVD player in last 1 month and many more.  Now I can say that I bought that Handy cam just out of impulse, I have used it twice only in last 4 years.

So, what’s wrong and where?  When I look at myself or my friends I can see it everywhere.  We are not happy with what we have but all are stressed and not happy for the things we don’t have.  You have a Santro, but you want City;  You have a City, but you want Skoda.  Just after buying a new phone, we need another one.  Better laptop, bigger TV, faster car, bigger house, more money.  I mean, these examples are endless.  The point is, does it actually worth?  Do we ever think if we actually need those things before we want them?

After this, I was forced to think what I need and what I don’t.  May be I didn’t need this Handy cam or the iPod or that DVD player.  When I see my father back at home.  He has a simple BPL colour TV, he doesn’t need 32″ Sony LCD wall mount.  He has a cell phone worth Rs 2,500.  Whenever I ask him to change the phone, he always says, “Its a phone, I need this just for calls.”

And believe me; he is much happier in life than me with those limited resources and simple gadgets. The very basic reason why he is happy with so little is that he doesn’t want things in life to make it luxurious, but he wants only those things which are making his life easier.  It’s a very fine line between these two, but after looking my father’s life style closely,  I got the point.  He needs a cell phone but not the iPhone.  He needs a TV but not the 32″ plasma.   He needs a car but not an expensive one.

Initially I had lot of questions.

I am earning good, still I am not happy,…why ?

I have all luxuries, still I am stressed…. ……. why ?

I had a great weekend, still I am feeling tired…… why?

I met lot of people, I thought over it again and again, I still don’t know if I got the answers, but certainly figured out few things.  I realize that one thing which is keeping me stressed is the “stay connected” syndrome.  I realized that, at home also I am logged in on messengers, checking mails, using social networks, and on the top of that, the windows mobile is not letting me disconnected.  On the weekend itself, trying to avoid unwanted calls, and that is keeping my mind always full of stress.  I realized that I am spending far lesser money than what I earn, even then I am always worried about money and more money.  I realized that I am saving enough money I would ever need, whenever needed.  Still I am stressed about job and salary and spends.


May be, many people will call this approach “not progressive attitude”, but I want my life back. Ultimately it’s a single life, a day gone is a day gone.  I believe if I am not happy tonight, I’ll never be happy tomorrow morning.  I finally realized that meeting friends, spending quality time with your loved one’s; spending time with yourself is the most important thing.

If on Sunday you are alone and you don’t have anybody to talk with, then all that luxuries life, all that money is wasted.  May be cutting down your requirements, re-calculating your future goal in the light of today’s happiness is a worthwhile thing to do.  May be selling off your Santro and buying Honda City on EMIs is not a good idea.  I believe putting your happiness ahead of money is the choice we need to make.

I think, a lot can be said and done but what we need the most is re-evaluation of the value of happiness and time we are giving to our life and people associated with it.

Think about it.

 



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Good years of marriage


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This wonderful story tells what marriage is all about !

Priya married Hitesh this day. At the end of the wedding party,

Priya’s mother gave her a newly opened bank saving passbook.

With Rs.1000 deposit amount.

Mother: ‘Priya, take this passbook. Keep it as a record of your marriage

life. When there’s something happy and memorable happened in your new

life, put some money in. Write down what it’s about next to the line. The

more memorable the event is, the more money you can put in. I’ve done the

first one for you today. Do the others with Hitesh.When you look back

after years, you can know how much happiness you’ve had.’

Priya shared this with Hitesh when getting home. They both thought it

was a great idea and were anxious to know when the second deposit can be

made.

This was what they did after certain time:

– 7 Feb: Rs.100, first birthday celebration for Hitesh after marriage

– 1 Mar: Rs.300, salary raise for Priya

– 20 Mar: Rs.200, vacation trip to Bali

– 15 Apr: Rs.2000, Priya got pregnant

– 1 Jun: Rs.1000, Hitesh got promoted

….. and so on…

However, after years, they started fighting and arguing for trivial

things. They didn’t talk much. They regretted that they had married the

most nasty people in the world…. no more love…Kind of typical

nowadays, huh?

One day Priya talked to her Mother:

‘Mom, we can’t stand it anymore. We agree to divorce. I can’t imagine how

I decided to marry this guy!!!’

Mother: ‘Sure, girl, that’s no big deal. Just do whatever you want if you

really can’t stand it. But before that, do one thing first. Remember the

saving passbook I gave you on your wedding day? Take out all money and

spend it first. You shouldn’t keep any record of such a poor marriage.’

Priya thought it was true. So she went to the bank, waiting at the queue

and planning to cancel the account.

While she was waiting, she took a look at the passbook record. She looked,

and looked, and looked. Then the memory of all the previous joy and

happiness just came up her mind. Her eyes were then filled with tears. She

left and went home.

When she was home, she handed the passbook to Hitesh, asked him to spend

the money before getting divorce.

The next day, Hitesh gave the passbook back to Priya. She found a new

deposit of Rs.5000. And a line next to the record: ‘This is the day I

notice how much I’ve loved you thru out all these years. How much happiness

you’ve brought me.’

They hugged and cried, putting the passbook back to the safe.

Do you know how much money they had saved when they retired? I did not

ask.I believe the money did not matter any more after they had gone thru

all the good years in their life.

“When you fall, in any way,
Don’t see the place where you fell, instead see the place from where you slipped.

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