Bank of Baroda Retired Officers' Association



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Once a group of 50 people were attending a seminar. Suddenly the speaker stopped and decided to do a group activity. He started giving each person a balloon. Each person was then asked to write their name on it using a marker pen. Then all the balloons were collected and put in another room. The people were then let into that room and asked to find the balloon which had their name written on it within five minutes. Everyone was frantically searching for their name, colliding with each other, pushing around others and there was utter chaos. At the end of five minutes no one could find their own balloon. Then, the speaker asked each person to randomly collect a balloon and give in to the person whose name was written on it. Within minutes everyone had their own balloon. The speaker then began, “This is happening in our lives. Everyone is frantically looking for happiness all around, not knowing where it is. Our happiness lies in the happiness of other people. Give them their happiness; you will get your own happiness. And this is the purpose of human life…..the pursuit of happiness.
Do you really value your parents? Here is a story that will make you realize how selfless they are to you with ‘No complaints and no demand’.
Pencil: I’m sorry…..
Eraser: For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.
Pencil: I’m sorry because you get hurt due to me. Whenever, I make a mistake, you’re always there to erase it. Also, as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That’s true. But I don’t really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though I know that one day I will be gone and you will replace me with a new one, I am still happy with my job. So please, stop worrying, I hate seeing you sad. Parents are just like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They’re always there for their children, erasing their mistakes. Sometimes, along the way parents get hurt, and become smaller (older and eventually pass on). Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are sill happy with what they do for their children and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying and feeling sad. So always respect and keep your parents happy because they actually mean a lot to you.
A contract worker had to do double shift at work. He came home knackered and irritated (you know that feeling). “Dad”, his 6-year-old son said, “how much do you make an hour?” “Not now, son”, he said. “Besides, you should know that it’s is a rude question”. “But, I just want to know!” “What the hell”, the man hollered. “Your tired father comes home and rather than giving me a hug you ask me a dumb question.” “But, I want to buy something urgently,” the boy persisted. “You selfish little weed!” The father lost is completely. “Get lost!” “But….” “No arguments! Get back to your room”. The boy stood there with his head hung low. His eyes welled up and a tear trickled down. “Go to your room, I said! Now!” The son quietly walked back to his room and shut the door behind him. At night, after the father had had his dinner and calmed down, he went to the little boy. “I’m sorry, son”, he said. “I was very tired and I don’t know what came over me. What do you want to buy?” “First tell me how much you make”, the boy said timidly. “$20 an hour”. Reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some money. Crumpled $1 bills, some nickels and dimes he had been saving for weeks. “Here’s $10, Dad”, he said putting the money in his hands. “Will you play with me for 30 minutes?” The father’s enraged reaction to the first question might seem unreasonable but that’s what anger is: unreasonable. In hindsight, after you’ve calmed down, you see how it was excessive or unjust but while going through the emotion, it feels right.