Colorful Ideas

Once there lived a father and a son happily in a village.The father’s name is Krishna and his son Anirudh.Krishna loves his son very very much.He gave his son every thing what he wants.The boy was very happy with his father.

But one thing about the boy annoyed him.The child used harsh words frequently with all the people,which made the child to left alone by all.

So,the father decided to teach him what the harsh words results in.Then he called his son and asked him to hit a nail into the wall when ever he hurts any person by using harsh words and by the end of the day remove them.

Child was happy happy with the task given by his father.The child used to hit almost 30 to 40 nails in the starting but day by day the count was decreasing to 10…..8……3…..and finally he was tired of hitting nails into the wall and then removing them.
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It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and the colour of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.

Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flower of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window potrayed with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
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