Birds Messages

THE MESSAGE OF BIRDS

Before Computer

LIFE BEFORE COMPUTER

E  Window was a square hole in a room.

E  Application was something written in paper.

E  Mouse was an animal.

E  Keyboard was a Piano.

E  File was an important office material.

E  Hard Drive was an uncomfortable road trip.

E  Cut was done with Knife and Paste was done with Glue.

E  Web was spider’s home.

E  Virus was flue.

E  Apple and Blackberry were just fruit.

E  We couldn’t “UNDO” any thing we have done.

World War

THE NEXT WORLD WAR

          The world has seen two great wars-the World War of 1914 and the World War of 1939. At the end of World War 1, the nations of the world got together and established the League of Nations, to see that there might not be another such war. How ever, it failed and the world saw another terrible war-far more terrible than the first. The World War 2 came and at the end of it, both the victorious countries as well as the defeated once were reduced to a miserable state. All parts of the world were hit more or less, directly or indirectly. The nations of the world once again came together and established the United Nations Organization to see that another World War is averted.

          How, almost the same causes which brought about the first two World Wars are present even now. There is the same distrust among the major nations of the world and the same mad race for more arms. Nations of the world are building more powerful air-ships and preparing more deadly bombs to destroy mankind. What can be the result of it all? We shudder to think but it would mean only another world war. With our Atomic Bombs and our Hydrogen Bombs. What hope is left for humanity? A single bomb is sufficient to destroy a whole city and few would be enough to wipe out whole countries. If there is another war and if these terrible weapons of war are used in it,  there is very little hope for human beings to survive.

          We are civilized people and pride ourselves on being civilized. We have no fear today of uncivilized, savage people of the world coming and destroy us. We have rather the great fear that we civilized people will destroy ourselves!

MORAL: War is not a way for solving any problem during the war nations are destroyed.

Autobiography of Pencil

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE STUB OF A PENCIL

          My story is a story of service and self-sacrifice. I have always lived for the sake of others and allowed my body to be worn out in service of others. I am a dwarf today but once I had a tall and graceful figure. My parents lived in a forest. They were cruelly uprooted from their native soil and were brought in a factory. Here, they suffered untold hardships and and died as I was born. I had a number of companions each one like myself. We were given shiny gay coats of green, blue and red and were decorated with gold and silver stars. We were packed in boxes-a dozen of us tied together in a bundle and a dozen of such bundles in a box. I was packed with 143 companions in a miserable little box.

          When I opened my eyes I found myself fin a glass show-case in the window of a big stationery shop of Karachi. I was the first to be sold. My master kept me in a drawer of his writing table. Then one day, his daughter came and picked me up saying to her father, “My pencil is lost and I am carrying yours to school”. I became the servant of my young mistress. I began to enjoy life, now, as I could see a lot of the world around me. I used to go to school with my mistress and help her in her studies. She used me very gently and used the horrible sharpener very rarely. In fact, she took very little work from me. My duty was only to mark important passages in her text-book. However, my happy-go-lucky life came to an abrupt end. The young lady dropped me. while getting down from a bus. O me! I thought I was going to be crushed under the wheels of the bus-but no, I was fortunate; I had fallen inside the bus. I was picked up by the conductor.

          The conductor used me for noting down the number of ticket she had sold at each stop. I lost health rapidly and soon became small. One day, I slipped down from the pocket of my master and fell on the road. I am lying here helplessly and do not know what the future holds for me.

Childhood

RECOLLECTION OF

               MY CHILDHOOD

Childhood-the happiest period of one’s life! It is, however, a period of life that passes soon and once gone it never comes back!

          When I try to recollect the days of childhood, a host of memories rises up before me. I smile at things I have said and done because they appear so silly to me now. Here is one occasion. It was a wedding in our family. My aunt was getting married and was therefore leaving us. She was to go out of our town too as I had heard the olders talking.  Now, I was very fond of aunty and would not let her go. As I was explained she must go because she was “getting married.” I insisted that in that case I too would get married then and there! I laugh at myself now when I think of it, but at that time I was too young to understand what “getting married” means.

          Here comes up another picture. It is some festival and there is a big Annual Fair. I go with my elder brother to see the Fair. Naturally there is a great rush of people and I get lost. In my anxiety to watch some big toy in some booth, I let go my brother’s finger and he disappears in the crowd. I immediately set up a howl and looked about bewildered at the faces of people around me. Then comes a policeman. Now who ever wanted him? Of all people, he was the last man I had wanted to see, because I was always told that if I cried the “Policeman” would come and take me away! Here I was crying and the “POLICEWALA’” had popped up, from God knows where. Any way, he was nice to me and asked me if I had got lost. Now, what a silly question! It wasn’t I that was lost, it was my brother that was lost, I told him.

          These are some of the recollections that rush up to my mind when I think of my childhood. How differently I feel and think about these same incidents now, but I feel that it was an extremely happy period of life it is gone for ever and left only its sweet recollections.

CAN YOU REMEMBER YOUR's OWN CHILDHOOD?

Prayer Value

THE VALUE OF PRAYER

“More things are wrought by prayers

Than this world dreams of”

     These are the famous words of a famous English Poet, Lord Tennyson. Indeed it is found many times that when all human resources fail, prayers help us.

          Let us suppose a man is in great trouble; he starts praying. Now, his prayers may not make the troubles vanish into thin air as if by magic but he will certainly get extra strength to fight these difficulties and he will probably come out successful. The moral strength with he gained from prayers is the great blessing of prayers.

          Some people now-a-days look lightly upon prayers. Regular prayers offered at fixed times is an excellent method of teaching discipline. Prayers offered in congregation, like the namaz on Fridays, teach fellow-feeling and the ideal of equality of men before God. These are valuable lessons for life. When people go to attend mass prayers, they feel that all men are equal before God and that it is their duty to help their fellow human beings in their needs:

          That is so far as mass prayers are concerned but even prayers offered individually in the seclusion of the house help us in the same way. A person who bows down in prayer before the Almighty must learn humility. He realizes that he will have to stand before his God again for his prayers and so he will be afraid of doing anything wrong in his day-to-day activities of life.

          The greatest good of prayers is the supreme feeling of peace that one gets after offering one’s prayer. Faith in God develops faith in one’s own self and enables us to live in the world better than we could do without such faith.

One Good Mother

ONE GOOD MOTHER IS WORTH A

 HUNDRED SCHOOL MASTERS

          What a man becomes in future will depend upon the training of his childhood. The training in childhood is of two kinds one received at school and in company of friends, and the other received at home. At home the greatest influence on the child is exercised by the mother. The mother’s influence on the child begins before any other influence because it begins when the child is still an infant sucking at its mother’s breast.

          A Mother thus exercises great influence on her child. A teacher has a number of pupils to look after at a time and individual problems of a child cannot be successfully treated in a class-room. It is possible only at home, and who could do it better than mother? Mother with her infinite love and sympathy, her understanding and her intuition is the best teacher for a child. She can understand her child better than any one else and, therefore, can exercise the most beneficial influence.

          The Mother has, thus, a great task to perform she has to build up the character of the child. It is therefore, necessary that she must be trained for her role. An educated, well-read and cultured mother will be able to help her children. Better than an ignorant one. The whole future of her child is in her hands-just like clay in the hands of a potter, she must be a ‘skilful’ potter, to make good ‘pots’. Most great men have observed that what ever they have been able to achieve was due to the humble training received at the feet of their mothers. It is indeed true that,

“The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world”.

Please think...

IF BARBERS WENT ON STRIKE

          All sorts of people go on strikes either in protest against something or in order to force certain demands. Factory-workers, Laborers, Bus-Drivers and Conductors, Railway men and even students go on a strike. Now let us suppose all the barbers went on a strike.

What will happen then?

          It will have some very amusing as well as annoying results. Women will be almost unaffected by such a strike because they have no botheration of shaving and as for hair-dressing, well, they could go with out having their hair trimmed for a while. For men alone, a barber’s strike would be a terrible thing. A hair-cut could be postponed for a while. In fact, overgrown hair are even considered fashionable. But shaving could not be postponed beyond one day or two. Those who grow beards may be lucky in this case. Even those who do not like to shave at home would have to start shaving themselves.

          The prices of razors and razor-blades will start soaring up. That would be one of the first results of a barber’s general strike. In fact, the demand for razors and blades will go so high that the things may fast disappear from the market. Cuts and bruises on the faces will be a common sight and the sale of cold cream and antiseptic will be in full swing. It is very possible that people may be so fed up of shaving and cutting their faces so often that they may decide to grow beard! Well, then bearded faces may become a common sight. So when the barbers decide to with-draw their strike they may find their business slack. Therefore, it is in their own interest not to think of going on a strike.

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