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Can you hear a pin drop?
What is the meaning of pin drop silence?
Following are some instances when silence could speak louder than voice.

Take 1:

Field Marshal Sam Bahadur Maneckshaw once started addressing a public meeting at Ahmedabad in English. The crowd started chanting, “Speak in Gujarati. We will hear you only if you speak in Gujarati.” Field Marshal Sam Bahadur Maneckshaw stopped. Swept the audience with a hard stare and replied, “Friends, I have fought many a battle in my long career. I have learned Punjabi from men of the Sikh Regiment; Marathi from the Maratha Regiment; Tamil from the men of the Madras Sappers; Bengali from the men of the Bengal Sappers, Hindi from the Bihar Regiment; and even Nepali from the Gurkha Regiment. Unfortunately there was no soldier from Gujarat from whom I could have learned Gujarati.”………….

You could have heard a pin drop
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Take 2:

JFK’S Secretary of State, Dean Rusk, was in France in the early 60’s when Charles DeGaule, the French President, decided to pull out of NATO.

DeGaule said he wanted all US military out of France as soon as possible.

Rusk responded, “does that include the 180,000 who are buried here ?”

DeGaule could not respond.

You could have heard a pin drop -———————————————————————

Take 3:

Robert Whiting, an elderly US gentleman of 83, arrived in Paris by plane.

At French Customs, he took a few minutes to locate his passport in his carry on.

“You have been to France before, Monsieur ?” , the Customs officer asked sarcastically.

Mr. Whiting admitted that he had been to France previously.

“Then you should know enough to have your passport ready.”

The American said, “The last time I was here, I didn’t have to show it."

“Impossible. Americans always have to show their passports on arrival in France !” , the Customs officer sneered.

The American senior gave the Frenchman a long, hard look.

Then he quietly explained …

“Well, when I came ashore at Omaha Beach, at 4:40am, on D-Day in 1944, to help liberate your country, I couldn’t find a single Frenchman to show a passport to…. "

………….

You could have heard a pin drop
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Soon after getting freedom from British rule in 1947, the de-facto prime minister of India, Jawahar Lal Nehru called a meeting of senior Army Officers to select the first General of the Indian army.

Nehru proposed, “I think we should appoint a British officer as a General of The Indian Army, as we don’t have enough experience to lead the same.”
Having learned under the British, only to serve and rarely to lead, all the civilians and men in uniform present nodded their heads in agreement.

However one senior officer, Nathu Singh Rathore, asked for permission to speak. Nehru was a bit taken aback by the independent streak of the officer, though, he asked him to speak freely.
Rathore said, “You see, sir, we don’t have enough experience to lead a nation too, so shouldn’t we appoint a British person as the first Prime Minister of India?”

You could hear a pin drop.

After a pregnant pause, Nehru asked Rathore, “Are you ready to be the first General of The Indian Army?”…….. Rathore declined the offer saying “Sir, we have a very talented army officer, my senior, Lt. Gen. Cariappa, who is the most deserving among us.”

This is how the brilliant Gen. Cariappa became the first General and Rathore the first ever Lt. General of the Indian Army.

(Many thanks to Lt. Gen Niranjan Malik PVSM (Retd) for this article.)

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The guy in the office next to me just pounded on the wall when I laughed

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A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world. Everyone you meet is your mirror.

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The Empty Boat

A monk decides to meditate alone, away from his monastery.

He takes his boat out to the middle of the lake, moors it there, closes his eyes and begins his meditation.

After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly feels the bump of another boat colliding with his own.

With his eyes still closed, he senses his anger rising, and by the time he opens his eyes, he is ready to scream at the boatman who dared disturb his meditation.

But when he opens his eyes, he sees it’s an empty boat that had probably got untethered and floated to the middle of the lake.

At that moment, the monk achieves self-realization, and understands that the anger is within him; it merely needs the bump of an external object to provoke it out of him.

From then on, whenever he comes across someone who irritates him or provokes him to anger, he reminds himself, “The other person is merely an empty boat. The anger is within me.”

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The Empty Boat

A monk decides to meditate alone, away from his monastery.

He takes his boat out to the middle of the lake, moors it there, closes his eyes and begins his meditation.

After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly feels the bump of another boat colliding with his own.

With his eyes still closed, he senses his anger rising, and by the time he opens his eyes, he is ready to scream at the boatman who dared disturb his meditation.

But when he opens his eyes, he sees it’s an empty boat that had probably got untethered and floated to the middle of the lake.

At that moment, the monk achieves self-realization, and understands that the anger is within him; it merely needs the bump of an external object to provoke it out of him.

From then on, whenever he comes across someone who irritates him or provokes him to anger, he reminds himself, “The other person is merely an empty boat. The anger is within me.”


Great! Nice way to control the anger although not sure how much it holds true in real world. I believe anger is some sudden outburst and u don’t have much control over it for when it has to be come it will come. Is meditation really helpful, Sir?

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Agreed with first part,
Anger is within us, could be for almighty, could be for oneself or ownself (using the unknown word ), but some expectations not fulfilled or the way not expected, something happening not expecred , create and accumulate garbage, grudges within us. Better to make pH 7 to all <7 or >7 make us neutral, calm and composed.

Outburst is sudden, but we can respond better if we raise our thinking pattern and recognise such occasions,felt it so many times still could not control. I think our way to react should be more slow.

Read theory of garbage truck, cockrage theory and slow to react unless an emergency exist. The reaction should not be delayed, however the actions should be well planned and giving the benefit of doubts to other party.

Regarding meditation, not practiced personally , however it must help someone to focus more in life and reacted calmly without disturbing inner peace like MMS.

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  • || JUST STAY || ******
The on-duty nurse took the anxious young Major to the bedside.

“Your son is here,” she said softly, to the old man lying there.

She had to repeat the words several times before the patient’s eyes opened. Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Major standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Major wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man’s limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement. The nurse, observing the touching moments, brought a chair so that the Major could sit beside the bed. “Thank you Ma’am!” a polite acknowledgement followed. All through the night the young Major sat there in the poorly lit ward, holding the old man’s hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the officer move away and rest awhile. He graciously refused. Whenever the nurse came into the ward, he was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital – the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night. Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Major released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.

While she did what she had to do, he waited…

Finally, she returned,- & started to offer words of sympathy, but the Major interrupted her.

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“Who was that man?” he asked.

The nurse was startled,
“He was your father,” she answered.

“No, he wasn’t,” the Major replied.
“I never saw him before in my life.”

“Then why didn’t you say something when I took you to him?”

“I knew right away there had been a mistake,
but I also knew he needed his son, and his
son just wasn’t here!”

The nurse listened on, confused.

“When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed.”

“So then what was the purpose of your visit here, at the hospital, good sir?”, the nurse queried of him.

“I came here tonight to find a Mr. Vikram Salaria.

His son was Killed in J&K last night, and I was sent to inform him."

The nurse stood listening in eerie silence… “What was this Gentleman’s Name? ", the officer continued

The Nurse answered with teary eyes…

“Mr. Vikram Salaria…!

The next time someone needs you … just be there!

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It was raining hard and a big puddle had formed in front of the little Irish pub.

An old man stood beside the puddle holding a stick with a string on the end and jiggled it up and down in the water.

A curious gentleman asked what he was doing.

“Fishing,” replied the old man.

“Poor old chap..” thought the gentleman, so he invited the old man to have a drink in the pub.

Feeling he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whisky, the gentleman asked, “And how many have you caught today?”

“You’re the eighth.”

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एक बार भारत पाकिस्तान में झगडा हो गया तो
बीच में एक दीवार बना दी गयी !
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भारतीय आर्मी वाले बोर हो गए तो सोचा चलो
आज पाकिस्तानियोँ की क्लास लेते हैँ.
.
तो एक
भारतीय सैनिक पप्पू ने दीवार पर चढ़ के आवाज़
लगाई : “अफरीदी कौन
है ?”
.
पाकिस्तानी :“मैं”
.
पप्पू ने उसे तुरन्त गोली मार दी"
.
अगले दिन फिर से पप्पू ने आवाज़ लगाई :“हाफ़िज़
कौन है ?”
.
पाकिस्तानी :“मैं”
.
पप्पू ने उसे भी गोली मार दी"
.
ऐसे चार पाँच दिन तक चला तो पाकिस्तान वाले
बोले की इज्ज़त की वाट लग गयी ही कुछ तो
करना पडेगा !!!!!!
अगले दिन ….
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
पाकिस्तानी दीवार पर चढ कर चिल्लाया: “पप्पू
कौन है ?”
.
भारतीयों में से कोई नहीं बोला.
.
पाकिस्तानियों
ने कई दिनों तक ऐसे आवाज़ लगाई पर भारतीयों ने
कोई जवाब नहीं दिया ..
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.
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तो हार कर पाकिस्तानी चुप होकर बैठ गए.
.
अगले दिन दीवार पर चढकर पप्पू चिल्लाया: “पप्पू
को कौन बुला रहा था..?”
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पाकिस्तानी :“मैं”
.
पप्पू :"ने उसे भी गोली से उडा दिया "
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Moral…बाप बाप होता है और बेटा बेटा…

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Two Zimbabweans are on a bicycle about 15 miles outside of Manchester

One of the bike’s tyres goes flat and they start hitching a lift back into town.

A friendly trucker stops to see if he can help, and the Zimbabweans ask him for a ride. He tells them he has no room in the trailer as he is carrying 20,000 bowling balls.

The Zimbabweans put it to the driver that if they can manage to fit into the back with their bike, will he take them back into town and he agrees.

They manage to squeeze themselves and their bike into the back and the driver shuts the doors and gets on his way.

By this time he is really late and so puts the hammer down and sure enough, a blonde cop pulls him over for speeding.

The lady officer asks the driver what he is carrying, to which the driver jokingly replies “Zimbabwean eggs.”

The Blonde Lady Cop obviously doesn’t believe this so wants to take a look in the trailer.

She opens the back door and quickly shuts it and locks it.

She gets on her radio and calls for immediate backup from as many officers as possible plus the Swat Team.

The dispatcher asks what emergency she has that require so many officers.

“I’ve got a Tractor-Trailer stopped with 20,000 Zimbabwean eggs in it.

Two have hatched and they’ve already managed to steal a bicycle."

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Muslim Woman Delivers Baby at Hindu Temple after Being Thrown Out Of Taxi

She decided to name him after the Hindu god, Ganesh.

In an incident straight out of a Bollywood script, a distressed Muslim woman in labor and her husband had to deliver their baby at a Hindu temple dedicated to the elephant-headed god Ganesh.

Mumbai-based Ilyaz Shaikh, 27, and his 24-year-old wife Noor Jahan were on their way to the Sion Hospital at dawn on Thursday, when Noor Jahan went into labor. According to a report in the Mid Day, the taxi driver Salim Shaikh asked them to get out when he heard Noor Jahan screaming in pain, as he did not want her to have the baby in his vehicle.

“We were so worried. My wife was close to delivering the baby and all we could see was a Ganpati mandir. As soon as we got down outside the temple, some women, who were sitting in the verandah of the mandir, rushed to help us. We didn’t even have to ask,” Ilyaz, an embroidery worker, told Mid Day. Ganpati is another name used for the Hindu god, Ganesh.

The women in the Ganpati temple in Wadala who had gathered there to pray early in the morning, prepared a make-shift delivery room with saris and bedsheets borrowed from nearby homes, for Noor Jahan who was in the throws of labor by then.

After all the tension and suspense, Noor Jahan delivered a healthy baby boy. Reportedly, she even cut the umbilical chord herself. “After that, I was called in to see the face of my son,” Ilyaz added.

“I was tense when I was close to delivering in the middle of the road. But when I saw that there was a temple, I realied that God himself is watching over us. What could be better than giving birth in front of Lord Ganpati," Noor Jahaan told Mid Day.

The couple, happy that their son was born safe and sound, decided to name him Ganesh. They would install Lord Ganesh idol in their home to offer daily worship and prayers. Police have arrested taxi driver Salim accusing him of putting life of Noor Jahan in danger.

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The Three Sisters

 

Three sisters of age 92, 94 and 96 live in a house together.

 

One night the 96 year old draws a bath, puts her foot in and pauses.

 

She yells down the stairs, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?

 

The 94 year old yells back, “I don’t know, I’ll come up and see.”

She starts up the stairs and pauses, then she yells, “Was I going up the stairs or coming down?”

 

The 92 year old was sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters.

 

She shakes her head and says, “I sure hope I never get that forgetful.” She knocks on wood for good measure.

 

She then yells, “I’ll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who’s at the door.”

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