Story of a jobless millionaire

A jobless man applied for the job  of "sweeper" at Microsoft.

The HR interviewed him..

Then watched him cleaning the floor as a test.

"You are Appointed" he said.

"Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the forms to fill in".

The man replied "But I don't have a computer, neither an email."

"I'm sorry", said the HR manager...

"If you don't have an email, that means u do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job."

The man left with no hope at all.

He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket.

He then decided to go to the supermarket & buy a 10Kg tomato crate.

He then sold the tomatoes in a Door to Door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital.

He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60.

The man realised that he can survive this way, and started to go everyday earlier and return late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled everyday.

Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles. 5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US .

He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life Insurance. He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan.

When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email. The man replied, "I don't have an email."

The broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?!"

The man thought for a while and replied,
"Yes, I'd be an sweeper at Microsoft!"

Moral of the story:

1) Internet/email/bbm/whatsapp is not the solution to your life.

2) If you don't have facebook a/c., internet/email/bbm/whatsapp , and work hard, you can be a millionaire.

Does Evil Exist ?

In 1881, a professor asked his student whether it was God who created everything that exists in the universe?

_Student replied_: _Yes_
_He again asked:_
_What about evil?_
_Has God created evil also?_

The student got silent...
*Then the student requested that may he ask a question from him?*

_Professor allowed him to do so._

_Student asked: _

_Does cold exist?_

_Professor said: Yes! Don't you feel the cold dear?_

_Student said:  I'm sorry but you are wrong sir. _
_Cold is a complete absence of heat..._
_There is no cold, it is only an absence of heat._

*Student asked again:*
*Does darkness exist?*

*Professor Said:  Yes!*

*Student replied: you are again wrong* *sir. There is no such thing like darkness. It’s actually the absence of light.*

*Sir! We always study light & heat, but not cold & darkness.*

*Similarly, the evil does not exist. Actually it is the absence of Love, Faith & True belief in God.*

_The name of the student was..._
*Vivekananda...!!!*

The law of the garbage truck

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for
the airport. We were driving in the right lane
when suddenly a black car jumped out of a
parking space right in front of us. My taxi
driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and
missed the other car by just inches!
The driver of the other car whipped his head
around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver
just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean,
he was really friendly. So I asked, 'Why did you
just do that? This guy almost ruined your car
and sent us to the hospital!' This is when my
taxi driver taught me what I now call, 'The Law
of the Garbage Truck'.
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally, just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on.
Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.

STRESS & TENSION in Life

*A group of friends  visited their old university professor..*

Conversation soon turned to complaints about

*'STRESS' & 'TENSION' in Life..*

Professor offered them Coffee & returned from kitchen with Coffee in different kinds of cups !!!

(Glass Cups, Crystal Cups, Shining Ones, Some Plain Looking, Some Ordinary & Some Expensive Ones......)

When all of them had a Cup in Hand,

the professor said:-

"If you noticed-

all the Nice Looking & Expensive Cups are taken up,

leaving behind the ordinary ones !!

*Everyone of you wanted the Best CUPS,*

&

that is the source of your STRESS & TENSION !!

What you really wanted was

*_"Coffee", not the "Cup" !_*

But you still went for the Best Cup.

*If Life is Coffee ;*

*Then Jobs, Money, Status & Love etc. are the Cups !!!*

They are just TOOLS to hold and contain Life.

*Please Don't Let the CUPS Drive you !!*

*_Enjoy the COFFEE ......!!!_*

What is life ?
They say its from B to D...from *Birthday to Death*..But what's between B and D?
Its a " C " *Choice* ...

*Our life is a matter of choices...*
_Live well and it will never go wrong._

The mud is never dried

A man was travelling through a muddy road when his car got suddenly trapped in the pool of mud. He tried very hard to move but his car failed to come out of it.

Suddenly, he saw a villager coming toward him in his bullock cart.

Once the bullock cart came near, he requested him to pull his car out of mud. A deal of Rs 100 was negotiated between them for the work and the villager pulled the car using his bullocks.

The man felt greatly relieved and paid him the money.

He then asked the villager, “There may be so many cars that would be getting trapped in this mud.”

Villager: “True sir. You are the seventh person since morning whose car got trapped in this mud.”

Man: “Oh my God! Did you have to pull all of them.”

Villager: “Yes Sir.”

Man: “You must be busy full day pulling the cars from the mud having no time to do your own work.”

Villager: “Very True Sir. I have to do all my work in night only.”

Man: “Oh I see! By the way, what work you do in night.”

Villager: “I just ensure that this mud is never dried.”

The story of a girl

Their romance was as immaculate as it could be. The cadence in her voice would gently strike the chords of his heart; his fingers would unknowingly run through her hair. They painted each other's soul with enchanting poetry, every now and then. The untold stories of their love, affection and care, only their eyes spoke out loud. She would hear his heartbeat against her cheek whenever they came close. His hands running down on her waist would make her chew her lip a bit; trying her best to stop that smile from unraveling itself. She liked him teasing her, but refused to surrender!

After all the comforting long walks,
those loud silent talks,
those drops of the first rain,
that journey on an unknown train.
He finally wrote, "I am sorry, but I will have to leave you. There is someone whom I love more than you."

Four years later, she was holding the same letter, her tears erasing and rewriting each of his engraved words. That only treasure, she now held close to her heart. She fell to the ground and finally broke down when she saw his body being brought home, wrapped in aTiranga!

On the way to home at 11 pm

It was around 11 pm. She had been stuck in office because of her new assignment.

She was walking to the rickshaw-stand from office. About 2 kms. There was almost nobody on the road.

Something made her look behind. Two boys. Their age must be about 17 or 18. They were staring at her.

For a second she thought they were the boys in her office who bought her tea and snacks. She had often seen them looking at her and making jokes and laughing. But it wasn't them.

She started walking faster. She heard them running. Suddenly she stopped. They stopped too.

"What do you want? Go away!" she shouted. She was really scared by this point. Her hand was in her purse, holding the can of pepper-spray. She had used it once before and she wasn't afraid to use it again.

"Don't worry Ma'am. We're not here to hurt you! We'll keep walking about 15-20 feet behind you and be with you till you get to your destination! This road isn't very safe at this time," shouted one of the boys.

True to their word, they never came closer. She kept holding the can of pepper-spray the entire duration. Finally, when she got into a rickshaw, she looked back at the boys and smiled. They waved.