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back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole

lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire

Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?' 'Oh sure, darling'. 'Promise?'

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and

clinched the deal. 'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter

insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without any

emotion. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't insist on getting

a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money

right now. OK?' 'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and

painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my

wife and my

mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested. After the ordeal

was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our

attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!'

was her demand! 'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a girl child having her head

shaved off? Impossible!'. 'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has

been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled

with these TV programs!' 'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We

will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.' 'No, Dad. I do not want

anything else', Sindu said with finality. 'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to

understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her. 'Dad, you saw how

difficult it was for me to eat that

Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask

for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the

story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour our promises

no matter what?' It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be

kept.' 'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife. 'No. If we go back

on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will

be fulfilled.' With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes

looked big & beautiful. On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a

sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned

around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a

car, and shouted,

'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy.

'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought. 'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great

indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,

'That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is

suffering from ... ... leukaemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could

not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due

to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school

fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited

him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my

son! Sir, you and your wife are

blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.' I stood transfixed. And

then, I wept. 'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon? Should there be

another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me what Love is?' with

love.....Venkat

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bold">On Behalf Of venkat raman

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

1:59 PM

To:

 

 

God is Love - Love is God! Anbe Sivam!

 

'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will

you come here

right away and make your darling daughter eat her

food?'

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My

only

daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling

up in her

eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim

with Curd

Rice.

Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.

She has

just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd

Rice. My

mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in

the

'cooling effects' of Curd Rice!

I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl.

"Sindu, darling,

why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice?

Just for

Dad's sake, dear And, if you don't, your Mom will

shout at me'

I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu

softened a

bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands.

'OK, Dad.

I will eat not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot

of this.

But, you should...' Sindu hesitated.

'Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me

whatever

I ask for?'

'Oh sure, darling'.

'Promise?'

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my

daughter

with mine, and clinched the deal.

'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter

insisted.

My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise',

without any emotion.

Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't

insist on

getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad

does not

have that kind of money right now. OK?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly

and

painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I

was

silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing

my child

eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with

her eyes

wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.

'Dad, I

want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her

demand!

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a girl child having her

head

shaved off? Impossible!'.

'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been

watching

too much of television. Our culture is getting totally

spoiled

with these TV programs!'

'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We

will be sad

seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said

with

finality.

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our

feelings?'

I tried to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that

Curd

Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant

me

whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your

words. Was

it not you who told me the story of King

Harishchandra, and its

moral that we should honour our promises no matter

what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise

must be

kept.'

'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never

learn to

honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face,

and her

eyes looked big & beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was

a sight

to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her

classroom. She

turned around and

waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy

alighted

from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for

me!'

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May

be, that

is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without

introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and

continued,

'That boy who is walking along with your

daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from ...

....

leukaemia.'

She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not

attend the

school for the whole of the last month. He lost all

his hair

due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He

refused to come

back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel

teasing of

the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and

promised

him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely

hair for

the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed

to have

such a noble soul as

your daughter.'

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept.

'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon? Should

there be

another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach

me what

Love is?'

 

with love.....Venkat

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Excellent.......very inspirational...........you are truly blessed to have a

child so sweet in your home.

 

Look after her well.......

 

God bless

 

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14 December 2005 08:29Subject:

God is Love - Love is God! Anbe Sivam!

'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here

right away and make your darling daughter eat her food?'

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only

daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her

eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd

Rice.

Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has

just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My

mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the

'cooling effects' of Curd Rice!

I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. "Sindu, darling,

why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for

Dad's sake, dear And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me'

I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a

bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad.

I will eat not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this.

But, you should...' Sindu hesitated.

'Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever

I ask for?'

'Oh sure, darling'.

'Promise?'

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter

with mine, and clinched the deal.

'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted.

My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise',

without any emotion.

Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't insist on

getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not

have that kind of money right now. OK?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and

painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was

silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child

eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes

wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I

want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand!

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a girl child having her head

shaved off? Impossible!'.

'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been watching

too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled

with these TV programs!'

'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad

seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with

finality.

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?'

I tried to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd

Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me

whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was

it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its

moral that we should honour our promises no matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be

kept.'

'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to

honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her

eyes looked big & beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight

to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She

turned around and

waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted

from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that

is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without

introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,

'That boy who is walking along with your

daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from ... ...

leukaemia.'

She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the

school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair

due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come

back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of

the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised

him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for

the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have

such a noble soul as

your daughter.'

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept.

'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon? Should there be

another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me what

Love is?'

 

with love.....Venkat

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Impossible!'. 'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been watching

too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV

programs!' 'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad

seeing you with a clean-shaven head.' 'No, Dad. I do not want anything else',

Sindu said with finality. 'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our

feelings?' I tried to plead with her. 'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me

to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me

whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who

told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour

our promises no matter what?' It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our

promise must be kept.' 'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own.

Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.' With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a

round-face, and her eyes looked big & beautiful. On Monday morning, I dropped

her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards

her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just

then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the

in-stuff', I thought. 'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without

introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'That boy who is

walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering

from ... ... leukaemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend

the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side

effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the

unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last

week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I

never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir,

you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.' I

stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon?

Should there be another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me what

Love is?' with love.....Venkat

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Subject: God is

Love - Love is God! Anbe Sivam! 'How long will you be poring over that

newspaper? Will you come here

New Roman" size="3">right away and make your darling daughter eat her food?' I

tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked

frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl

filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent

for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice.

My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling

effects' of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. "Sindu,

darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's

sake, dear And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me' I could sense my

wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with

the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat not just a few mouthfuls, but the

whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this

entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?' 'Oh sure, darling'.

'Promise?' 'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter

with mine, and clinched the deal. 'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my

daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise',

without any emotion. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't

insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have

that kind of money right now. OK?' 'No, Dad. I do not want anything

expensive'. Slowly

and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry

with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she

detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide

with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head

shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand! 'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a

girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'. 'Never in our family!'

my mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture

is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!' 'Sindumma, why don't you

ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said

with finality. 'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?'

I tried to plead with her. 'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat

that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you

promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words.

Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that

we should honour our promises no matter what?' It was time for me to call the

shots. 'Our promise must be

0.5in">kept.' 'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife. 'No. If we

go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your

wish will be fulfilled.' With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face,

and her eyes looked big & beautiful. On Monday morning, I dropped her at her

school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her

classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then,

a boy

alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck

me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I

thought. 'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing

herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'That boy who is walking

along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from ... ...

leukaemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the

school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side

effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the

unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last

week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing

issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake

of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as

your daughter.' I stood transfixed. And then, I

wept. 'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon? Should there be another

birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me what Love is?' with

love.....Venkat ShoppingFind Great Deals on Holiday Gifts at

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Subject: God is

Love - Love is God! Anbe Sivam! 'How long will you be poring over that

newspaper? Will you come here right away and make your darling daughter eat

her food?' I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My

only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In

front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice

child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just

turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are

orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice! I cleared

my throat, and picked up the bowl. "Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few

mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for

0.5in">Dad's sake, dear And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me' I could

sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her

tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat not just a few

mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu

hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I

ask for?' 'Oh sure, darling'. 'Promise?' 'Promise'. I covered the pink soft

hand extended by my

daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. 'Ask Mom also to give a similar

promise', my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on Sindu's, muttering

'Promise', without any emotion. Now I became a

bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such

expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?' 'No,

Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished

eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for

forcing my child eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was

through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our

attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!'

was her

demand! 'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a girl child having her head shaved

off? Impossible!'. 'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been

watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with

these TV programs!' 'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We will

be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.' 'No, Dad. I do not want anything

else', Sindu said with finality. 'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to

understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her. 'Dad, you saw how

difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you

promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your

words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its

moral that we should honour our promises no matter what?' It was time for me

to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.' 'Are you out your mind?'

chorused my mother and

wife. 'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her

own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.' With her head clean-shaven, Sindu

had a round-face, and her eyes looked big & beautiful. On Monday morning, I

dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking

towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a

smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please

wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that

is the in-stuff', I thought. 'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!'

Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'That

boy who is walking along with

your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from ... ... leukaemia.' She

paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole

of the last month. He lost all his hair due to

the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing

the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him

last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue.

But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my

son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your

daughter.' I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, will you

grant me a boon? Should there be another birth for me, will you be my mother,

and teach me what Love is?' with love.....Venkat

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Please visit my web site www.geocities.com/ramya475/for reading translations of

several stotras to english.Do

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Dear sir

Beautiful story.

Regards

Divakara