Introspect :Who is the Beggar?
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One day, a very wealthy man was walking on the road. Along the way, he saw a
beggar on the sidewalk.
The rich man looks kindly on the beggar and asked, "How did you become a beggar?
The beggar said, "Sir, I’ve been applying for a job for a year now but haven’t found any.
You look like a rich man.
Sir, if you’ll give me a job, I’ll stop begging."
The rich man smiled and said, "I want to help you. But I won’t give you a job.
I’ll do something better.
I want you to be my business partner. Let’s start a business together.
The beggar blinked hard. He didn’t understand what the older man was saying.
“What do you mean, Sir?
“I own a rice plantation. You could sell my rice in the market. I’ll provide you the sacks of rice.
I’ll pay the rent for the market stall..
All you’ll have to do is sell my rice. And at the end of the month, as Business Partners,
we’ll share in the profits.
Tears of joy rolled down his cheeks. “Oh Sir,” he said, "you’re a gift from Heaven. You’re the answer to my prayers.
Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He then paused and said, Sir, how will we divide the profits?
Do I keep 10% and you get the 90%? Do I keep 5% and you get the 95%? I’ll be happy with any arrangement.
The rich man shook his head and chuckled. "No, I want you to give me the 10%. And you keep the 90%.
For a moment, the beggar couldn’t speak. When he tried to speak, it was gibberish. Uh, gee, uh, wow, I mean, huh?
He couldn’t believe his ears. The deal was too preposterous.
The rich man laughed more loudly. He explained, I don’t need the money, my friend.
I’m already wealthy beyond what you can ever imagine.
I want you to give me 10% of your profits so you grow in gratitude
The beggar knelt down before his benefactor and said, Yes Sir, I will do as you say.
Even now, I’m so grateful for what you’ve done for me!
And so that was what happened. He forgets where the blessings came from.
Each day, the beggar now dressed a little bit better operated a store selling rice in the market.
He worked very hard.
He woke up early in the morning and slept late at night. And sales were brisk, also because
the rice was of good quality.
And after 30 days, the profits were astounding.
At the end of the month, as the ex-beggar was counting the money, and liking very much
the feeling of money in his hands, an idea grew in his mind.
He told himself, Gee, why should I give 10% to my Business Partner? I didn’t see him
the whole month!
I was the one who was working day and night for this business. I did all this work!
I deserve the 100% profits!
A few minutes later, the rich man was knocking on the door to collect his 10% of the profits.
The ex-beggar opened the door and said, "You don’t deserve the 10%. I worked hard for this.
I deserve all of it!" And he slammed the door.
If you were his Business Partner, how would you feel?
Friend, this is exactly what happens to us
God is Our Business Partner.
God gave us life-every single moment, every single breath, every single second.
God gave us talents-ability to talk, to create, to earn money God gave us a body-eyes,
ears, mouth, hands, feet, heart. God gave us mind- imagination, emotions, reasoning, language.
So do we need to give back Our Business Partner something in return?
Who is the beggar?
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The God has given much and life to do something good to the society , nation and for mankind, isn’t it ?
should we owe it forever or give it back ?
DAN wrote:
Who is the Beggar ?
Barood
What? Why? 
Once an old man spread rumors that his neighbor was a thief. As a result, the young man was arrested. Days later the young man was proven innocent.
After being released he sued the old man for wrongly accusing him.
In the court, the old man told the Judge: “They were just comments, didn’t harm anyone.”
The judge told the old man: “Write all the things you said about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.”
Next day, the judge told the old man: “Before the hearing starts, go out and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday.”
The old man said: “I can’t do that! The wind spread them and I won’t know where to find them.”
The judge then replied: “The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it. If you can’t speak well of someone, rather don’t say anything.”
Giving comments about others have several disadvantages:
1- we become slaves of our words what we have uttered.
2- We lose our own respect in society/colleagues because of doing consistent character assassination.
3- Most of time, we are not sure whether we are right or wrong because being human our judgment can be wrong so we fall in the category of liars.
4- Negative trait of our personality becomes prominent which becomes of character in the long run.
Barood bhai 1st wali story ki ending ajeeb hai
Plz.change.the ending.to a better one
Barood bhai, excellent story.
And Dan maybe joking bhai maaf kardo.
DAN wrote:
Who is the Beggar ?
Barood
Is it so?
DAN wrote:
Who is the Beggar ?
Barood
Once there lived a rich young man who wanted to turn spiritual and help people. So, he went to a spiritual teacher for guidance. He was received well by the disciples of the Master and they took him to the Master. He bowed to the Master and asked him to show the way in which he can be helpful to the others.
The Master led him to the window and asked him to look through the glass. He asked him, “what do you see through the glass?”
“I see men coming and going and there is a blind man begging for alms in the street.”
Then the master took him to a large mirror and asked him to look into it. " Now look into the mirror and tell me what you see ."
“I can see myself.”
Then Master explained him.
“And you can’t see the others. Notice that the window and the mirror are both made of the same basic material, glass; but in the mirror, because the glass is coated with a fine layer of silver, all you can see is yourself.”
He further explained, " You should compare yourself to these two kinds of glass. Poor, you saw other people and felt compassion for them. Rich – covered in silver – you see yourself. You will only be worth anything when you have the courage to tear away the coating of silver covering your eyes in order to be able to see again!"
The young man understood the Master completely and started living a life of compassion and was kind to all living things.
The story brings out a very pertinent point that though the material of both the window and mirror are the same , a simple covering changed their properties. So to realize yourself and move in the path of spirituality you need to peel of the layers that cover the eyes !
Let nothing come between you and your decision to help !
All 3 stories r nice but the 2nd one is too good
It was a beautiful day for sightseeing around downtown Portland. We were a bunch of councilors on our day off, just out for some fun. The weather was perfect for a picnic, so when lunch time came, we set our sights on a small park in town. Since we all had different cravings, we decided to split up, get what each of us wanted, and meet back on the grass in a few minutes.
When my friend Robby headed for a hot dog stand, I decided to keep her company. We watched the vendor put together a perfect hot dog, just the way Robby wanted it. But when she took out her money to pay him, the man surprised us. It looks a little on the cool side, he said, so never mind paying me. This will be my freebie of the day. We said our thanks, joined our friends in the park, and dug into our food. But as we talked and ate, I was distracted by a man sitting alone nearby, looking at us. I could tell that he hadn’t showered for days. Another homeless person, I thought, like all others you see in cities. I didn’t pay much more attention than that. We finished eating and decided to head off for more sightseeing. But when Robby and I went to the garbage can to throw away my lunch bag, I heard a strong voice ask, ‘there isn’t any food in that bag, is there?’ It was the man who had been watching us. I didn’t know what to say. ‘No, I ate it already’. ‘Oh’, was his only answer, with no shame in his voice at all. He was obviously hungry, couldn’t bear to see anything thrown away, and was used to asking this question. I felt bad for the man, but didn’t know what I could do. That’s when Robby said, I’ll be right back. Please wait for me a minute, and ran off. I watched curiously as she went across to the hot dog stand. Then I realized what she was doing. She bought a hot dog, crossed back to the trash can, and gave the hungry man the food.When she came back to us, said simply, I was just passing on the kindness that someone gave me.
That day I learned how generosity can go farther than the person you give to. By giving, you teach others how to give also.
yeh nhi sudhraga
The Praying Hands
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession, worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood. Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht Durer the Elder’s children had a dream. They both wanted to pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that their father would never be financially able to send either of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.
After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed, the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and, with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed his studies, in four years, he would support the other brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.
They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church. Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg. Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht’s etchings, his woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned works.
When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate Albrecht’s triumphant homecoming. After a long and memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht rose from his honored position at the head of the table to drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition. His closing words were, “And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to pursue your dream, and I will take care of you.”
All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed and repeated, over and over, “No …no …no …no.”
Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said softly, “No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look … look what four years in the mines have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No, brother … for me it is too late.”
More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer’s hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar with only one of Albrecht Durer’s works. More than merely being familiar with it, you very well may have a reproduction hanging in your home or office.
One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply “Hands,” but the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love “The Praying Hands.”
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Who is the Beggar ?
Barood