1 10.09.2011
Fwd: Worth reading--Empty Jar & 2 Cups of Coffee FROM:
Seetha And Kishore
Sunday, September 11, 2011 12:31
2 03.09.2011
m: vemuri ramam rvemurin@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, September 6, 2011 10:43 PM
3 03.09.2011
Re: Fwd: Date With a Woman... (must read)
FROM: Seetha And Kishore
4 04.10.2011
Fw: Wine & Wisdom...
Tuesday, October 4, 2011 7:46 PM
From: "ramanujam kishore" rbkseetha@gmail.com
5 5.11.2011
Fw: TEN MEN AND ONE WOMAN : RESULT !?!
Saturday, November 5, 2011 9:14 PM
From: "Seetha And Kishore"
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1 10.09.2011
Fwd: Worth reading--Empty Jar & 2 Cups of Coffee FROM:
Fwd: Worth reading--Empty Jar & 2 Cups of Coffee FROM:
Seetha And Kishore
Sunday, September 11, 2011 12:31
2 03.09.2011
m: vemuri ramam rvemurin@yahoo.com
Sent: Tuesday, September 6, 2011 10:43 PM
3 03.09.2011
Re: Fwd: Date With a Woman... (must read)
FROM: Seetha And Kishore
4 04.10.2011
Fw: Wine & Wisdom...
Tuesday, October 4, 2011 7:46 PM
From: "ramanujam kishore" rbkseetha@gmail.com
5 5.11.2011
Fw: TEN MEN AND ONE WOMAN : RESULT !?!
Saturday, November 5, 2011 9:14 PM
From: "Seetha And Kishore"
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1 10.09.2011
Fwd: Worth reading--Empty Jar & 2 Cups of Coffee FROM:
Sunday, September 11, 2011 12:31
The Empty Jar And 2 Cups of Coffee
When things in your life seem, Almost too much to handle, When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, Remember the story of the empty jar and 2 cups of coffee.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.
He then asked the students, If the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.
He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.
He then asked The students again If the jar was full..
They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.
He asked once more if the jar was full.
The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'
The professor then produced Two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents Into the jar, effectively Filling the Empty space between the sand.
The students laughed.
'Now,' said the professor, As the laughter subsided,
'I want you to recognize that This jar represents your life.
The golf balls are the important things - God, family, children, health, friends, and favorite passions – things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter Like your job, house, and car.
The sand is everything else -- The small stuff.
'If you put the sand into the jar first,' He continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.
The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
So...
Pay attention to the things That are critical to your happiness.
Play With your children.
Take time to get medical checkups.
Take your partner out to dinner.
There will always be time
To clean the house and fix the disposal.
'Take care of the golf balls first -- The things that really matter.
Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.
The professor smiled.
'I'm glad you asked'.
It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a cup of coffee with a friend.'PLEASE REMEMBER THIS…WORK IS IMPORTANT BUT NOT AND NEVER MORE THAN GOD, HEALTH , FAMILY AND FREINDS……SO IF SOME OF U ARE WORKA HOLICS OR THINK THAT U ARE IMPORTANT TO WORK……U ARE SO NOT LIVING UR LIFE THE RIGHT WAY…. … REORGANISE UR LIFE…..WORK COMES AND GOES , LIFE DOESN’T…
Mythili
Its your attitude, not aptitude that determines your altitude. Happiness is not something you find, its something you crea
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On Tue, 9/6/11, Seetha And Kishore <rbkseetha@yahoo.com> wrote:
From: Seetha And Kishore <rbkseetha@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fwd: Date With a Woman... (must read)
Date: Tuesday, September 6, 2011, 9:08 PM
After 21 years of Marriage, myWife wanted me to take another Woman
out to Dinner and a Movie.
She said I Love You but I know this other Woman loves you and would Love
to spend some Time with You.
The other Woman that my Wife wanted me to visit was myMOTHER,
who has been a Widow for 19 years,
but the demands of my Work and my three Children had made it possible
to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to Invite her to go out for Dinner and a Movie.
'What's wrong, are you well,'she asked?
My Mother is the type of Woman who suspects that
a Late Night Call or a Surprise Invitation is a sign of Bad News.
'I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,'
I responded.
'Just the two of us.'
She thought about it for a moment, and then said,
'I would like that very much.'
That Friday after work, as I droveover to pick her up I was a bit Nervous.
When I arrived at her House, I noticed that she too seemed to be Nervous
about our Date.
She waited in the Door with her Coat on.
She had Curled her Hair and was wearing the Dress that she had worn to
Celebrate her last Wedding Anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as Radiant as an Angel's.
'I told my Friends that I was going to go out with My Son, and they wereimpressed, '
She said, as she got into the Car.
'They can't wait to hear about our meeting'.
We went to a Restaurant that, although not Elegant, was very Nice and Cozy.
My Mother took my Arm as if She were the First Lady.
After we sat down, I had to read the Menu. Large Print.
Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting
there staring at me.
A Nostalgic Smile was on her Lips.
'It was I who used to have to Read the Menu when you were Small,'
She said.
'Then it's Time that you Relax and let me Return the Favor,'
I responded.
During the Dinner, we had an Agreeable Conversation, nothing
Extra-ordinary, but catching up onrecent Events of each others Life.
We talked so much that we missed the Movie.
As we arrived at her House later,
She said,'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let meinvite you.'
I agreed.
'How was your Dinner Date?'asked My Wife when I got Home.
'Very Nice. Much more so than I could have Imagined,'I answered.
A few days later, my Mother died of a Massive Heart Attack.
It happened so suddenly that I didn't have Time to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an Envelope with a Copy of a Restaurant Receipt
from the same! place Mother and I had dined.
An Attached Note Said:
'I paid this Bill in Advance.
I wasn't sure that I could be there;
But nevertheless, I paid for Two Plates รข€“
One for You and the Other for Your Wife.
You will never know what that Night meant for Me.
I Love You,
My Son.'
4 04.10.2011
Fw: Wine & Wisdom...
From:
"ramanujam kishore" rbkseetha@gmail.com
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Drunk Taster
In an alcohol factory the regular taster died and the director was in urgent need of looking for a replacement.
A drunkard with ragged, dirty look came to apply for the position..
The director of the factory wondered how to send him away.
They tested him.
They gave him a glass with a drink. He tried it and said, "It's red wine, a muscat, three years old, grown on a north slope, matured in steel containers."
"That's correct", said the boss.
Another glass.
"It's red wine, cabernet, eight years old, a south-western slope, oak barrels."
"Correct."
A third glass.
''It's champagne, high grade and exclusive'' calmly said the drunk.
The director was astonished.
He winked at his secretary to suggest something.
She brought in a glass of urine. The alcoholic tried it.
"It's a blonde, 26 years old, pregnant in the third month.
And if you don't give me the job, I'll name the father!"
5 5.11.2011
Fw: TEN MEN AND ONE WOMAN : RESULT !?!
Saturday, November 5, 2011 9:14 PM
From: "Seetha And Kishore"
Eleven people were hanging on a rope, under a helicopter.
10 men and 1 woman.
The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one had to leave,
Because otherwise they were all going to fall.
They weren't able to choose that person, until the woman gave a very touching speech.
She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope,because, as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids or for men in general,
and was used to always making sacrifices with little in return.
As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping . .
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Fw: TEN MEN AND ONE WOMAN : RESULT !?!
Saturday, November 5, 2011 9:14 PM
From: "Seetha And Kishore"
Eleven people were hanging on a rope, under a helicopter.
10 men and 1 woman.
The rope was not strong enough to carry them all, so they decided that one had to leave,
Because otherwise they were all going to fall.
They weren't able to choose that person, until the woman gave a very touching speech.
She said that she would voluntarily let go of the rope,because, as a woman, she was used to giving up everything for her husband and kids or for men in general,
and was used to always making sacrifices with little in return.
As soon as she finished her speech, all the men started clapping . .
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