Guest guest Posted October 20, 2008 Report Share Posted October 20, 2008 My wife called, 'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here 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 'coolingeffects' 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 lotof 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. 'Sindu dear, 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!' 'Sindu darling, 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 honor 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 honor her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.' With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and 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... ... leukemia.' 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, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!' Shreeram Balijepalli Hreem Rajarajeshwari Paradevatha! Purity, Powers, Parabrahmam... Click to join Rajarajeshwari_Kalpataru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 22, 2008 Report Share Posted October 22, 2008 Om Shri Gurbhyo namaha Om Shri matre namaha Tears just rolled down my cheeks!! Blessed are you parents to have such a child! Jai mata Di Raghuvir Srividya-Tantra , R Venkat <rdjvenkat wrote: > > sindhu is a blessed girl - sarva mangalam undagattum sinduvirkku - these are the exact words floated in mind at the time of finishing my meditation - to be precise at the 100th count of mantra - yday night. particularly i didnt think abt this email while meditating. may be my subconcious felt that way & released the same when the chattering of outer mind was not there. however i express it again - sindukutty unakku sarva mangalam undagattum. > > venkat > > > > --- On Wed, 10/22/08, Lakshmi Hariharan <prh_lakshmi wrote: > > Lakshmi Hariharan <prh_lakshmi > Re: [srividya-Tantra] Curd Rice and the Promise > Srividya-Tantra > Wednesday, October 22, 2008, 1:36 PM > > > > > Great Parents, Lots of kisses to my lovely sinduja. > > Wish you all the best. > > --- On Tue, 21/10/08, Avanish Upadhyay <avanish_76 (AT) (DOT) co.in> wrote: > > Avanish Upadhyay <avanish_76 (AT) (DOT) co.in> > Re: [srividya-Tantra] Curd Rice and the Promise > Srividya-Tantra > Tuesday, 21 October, 2008, 3:30 PM > just beautiful... .... > amazingly beautiful... .... > sadhu sadhu > > --- On Mon, 10/20/08, Group Owner <para_anuloma@ .ca> wrote: > > Group Owner <para_anuloma@ .ca> > [srividya-Tantra] Curd Rice and the Promise > Srividya-Tantra, datta-yoga@gro ups.com > Cc: " Babu Venugopalan " <babuprema (AT) hotmail (DOT) com>, sudhathangirala@ hotmail.com > Monday, October 20, 2008, 9:51 PM > > > My wife called, 'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? > > Will you come here 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 'coolingeffects' 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 lotof 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. 'Sindu dear, > > 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!' > > 'Sindu darling, 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 honor 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 honor her own. > > Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.' > > > With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and 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... ... leukemia.' 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, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!' > Shreeram Balijepalli > Hreem Rajarajeshwari Paradevatha! > Purity, Powers, Parabrahmam... > > > > Click to join Rajarajeshwari_ Kalpataru > > ____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ __ > > > http://mail. > ____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ __ > > > http://mail. > > > Add more friends to your messenger and enjoy! Invite them now. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted October 25, 2008 Report Share Posted October 25, 2008 Dear Krishnaprasadji, Many mebers are thinking that the girl Sindhuja is my daughter. I forgot to mention that this was from a chain letter which I got.I found it emotional.I added some images from internet and uploaded it.Infact this story is actually an Indianized version of the original story which came in " Chicken soup for the soul " , the girl there was American.I nevertheless posted it in the version which I got. But since I love truth more than any false-emotions and since this posting seemed to stir lot of emotions with many members congratulating me for having such a fine daughter!I would love to really feel proud if I had a daughter like that(Also, my wife or me will never behave like that by forcing our kid to eat curd rice in the first place!)I would love to have a child like that!The girl in the story is 8 years old! Iam still young to have such a big daughter! Anyways this is the truth.Normally I don't encourage such chain or spam letters but it struck an emotional chord in me and revived my memory of the story which I read in the Chicken soup for the soul story. Btw, some members have also asked whether the lady and tonsured kid are my wife and daughter, respectively.Now, you all know that it is some randomly picked image from internet image search.Please note that none of my photos or my family photos would be posted on this or any other forum as I tend to be private. Truth is God, Shreeram Balijepalli Srividya-Tantra , Krishna Prasad <rkrishp99 wrote: > > Hari OM! > > Dear ShriRamji, > > Great to know this ... and She is really Balambika alone.. who else...The real sacrifice and selfless love. Really we are feeling very happy listening this incident > > May Devi's blessings be upon all of us. > > With Love & OM! > > Krishna Prasad & Bhadra > > > > > > Krishna Prasad > > " Since past and future have never been without the present, to know the eternal Now is to know the Truth " > > > --- On Mon, 10/20/08, Group Owner <para_anuloma wrote: > > Group Owner <para_anuloma > [srividya-Tantra] Curd Rice and the Promise > Srividya-Tantra , datta-yoga > Cc: " Babu Venugopalan " <babuprema, sudhathangirala > Monday, October 20, 2008, 8:21 PM > > > > > My wife called, 'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? > > Will you come here 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 'coolingeffects' 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 lotof 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. 'Sindu dear, > > 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!' > > 'Sindu darling, 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 honor 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 honor her own. > > Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.' > > > With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and 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... ... leukemia.' 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, you are teaching me how self-less real love is!' > Shreeram Balijepalli > Hreem Rajarajeshwari Paradevatha! > Purity, Powers, Parabrahmam... > > > > Click to join Rajarajeshwari_ Kalpataru > > ____________ _________ _________ _________ _________ __ > > > http://mail. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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