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Once an unhappy young man came to an old master and told he was very sad and asked for a solution. The old Master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. “How does it taste?” the Master asked. “Awful,” spat the apprentice. The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the lake, the old man said, “Now drink from the lake.”
As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the Master asked, “How does it taste?” “Good!” remarked the apprentice. “Do you taste the salt?” asked the Master.
“No,” said the young man. The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and said, “The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the ‘pain’ depends on the container we put it into. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things ….. Stop being a glass. Become a lake!”

An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work.
His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation.
Dear Son, I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year.
I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot.If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love, Dad
………
Shortly, the old man received this telegram:
” For Heaven’s sake, Dad,don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I buried the GUNS!” At 4 am.
The next morning,
A dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.
His son’s reply was: “Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It’s the best I could do for you from here .”
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- Moral Of the Story
NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD,
IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART, YOU CAN DO IT.

Kya rakhun mai ab apni kalam me syahi

Jab koi armaan dil me machalta hi nahi

Na jane kyun sabhishak karte hain mujhpar

Jab koi sukha phool meri kitab me milta hi nahi

Kashish toh bahut thi mere pyaar me

Magar kya karun koi pathar pighalta hi nahi

Agar khuda mila to usse pyaar mangungi

Par suna hai woh marne se pehle kisi se  milta bhi nahi

Zindagi hai nadan isliye chup hoon,
Dard hi dard subah shaam isliye chup hoon,
Keh du zamane se dastan apni,
Usme ayega tera naam isliye chup hoon

Sab se chhupa kar dard jo woh muskura diya…,
Uski hansi ne to aaj mujhe rula diya…;
Lehje se uth raha tha har ikk dard ka dhuaan…,
Chehra bata raha tha ke kuchh ganwaa diya..!!!

Jab talak zinda rahe pehchan se inkar tha
Jab khak hokar mit gaye sab kehte hai fankar tha
Jisne sari zindagi mujhko bahut ruswa kiya
Aaj wohi keh raha hai main bahut khuddar tha

Kasoor na unka tha na hamara,
Hum dono hi rishto ki rasam nibhate rahe,
Woh dosti ka ehsaas jatate rahe,
Hum mohabbat ko dil me chhupate rahe