our perspective until we know the truth

[Guest guest]

Respected Bhaskarji,

 

A small story from my side...

 

Hope u don't mind.

 

regards

 

Vijai

 

 

The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated an old man with his 30-year-old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside.

"See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful"

This behavior from a thirty-year-old son made the other people feel strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about this son. "This guy seems to be a crack." newly married Anup whispered to his wife.

Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers through the opened window. The Thirty-year-old son, filled with joy "see dad, how beautiful the rain is."

Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.

Anup , "cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum. and dont disturb public henceforth"

The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied "we are on the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he was a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused..."

The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh action.

 

 

[Guest guest]

Dear Vijai ji,

 

This was a beautiful story.

 

Bu I must confess incidentally, that at age 48 also I do this whenever I

tavel by train, it brings back the childhood memories of travel with

mother, and I remember my capturing the widow seat and watching the

scenes. The villages which come on the way, the small huts, the small

temples in the fields, the cows grazing, and one is transferred to

another era temporarily, till the city comes back in view at another

important station.

 

But at this age I catch hold of the children travelling in the seats

near me and ask them to watch this and that, not caring for the Big

people sitting alongside.

 

See if one cares for the world then he cannot behave normally. One must

be free to laugh, speak loudly or joke , and if one conceals his

laughters and expressions thinking what the other peson might think

about you, then we are just not letting go and remain in confinements

and trapped.

 

Thanks for the story.

 

regards/Bhaskar.

 

 

 

 

, " vijais " <vijais wrote:

>

> Respected Bhaskarji,

>

> A small story from my side...

>

> Hope u don't mind.

>

> regards

>

> Vijai

>

> The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages,

mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals.

Near the window, seated an old man with his 30-year-old son. As the

train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with

the scenery outside.

>

> " See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful "

>

> This behavior from a thirty-year-old son made the other people feel

strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about

this son. " This guy seems to be a crack. " newly married Anup whispered

to his wife.

>

> Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers

through the opened window. The Thirty-year-old son, filled with joy " see

dad, how beautiful the rain is. "

>

> Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.

>

> Anup , " cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not

feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum. and dont disturb public

henceforth "

>

> The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on

the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he was

a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and

nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience

caused... "

>

> The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the

truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even

us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh

action.

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Respected Bhaskarji,

 

U hit the nail on its head.

 

We should live for ourselves and enjoy the life, without harming others.

 

Thanks

 

Regards

 

Vijai

 

 

 

 

-

Bhaskar

Thursday, July 23, 2009 11:55 AM

Re: our perspective until we know the truth

Dear Vijai ji,This was a beautiful story.Bu I must confess incidentally, that at age 48 also I do this whenever Itavel by train, it brings back the childhood memories of travel withmother, and I remember my capturing the widow seat and watching thescenes. The villages which come on the way, the small huts, the smalltemples in the fields, the cows grazing, and one is transferred toanother era temporarily, till the city comes back in view at anotherimportant station.But at this age I catch hold of the children travelling in the seatsnear me and ask them to watch this and that, not caring for the Bigpeople sitting alongside.See if one cares for the world then he cannot behave normally. One mustbe free to laugh, speak loudly or joke , and if one conceals hislaughters and expressions thinking what the other peson might thinkabout you, then we are just not letting go and remain in confinementsand trapped.Thanks for the story.regards/Bhaskar. , "vijais" <vijais wrote:>> Respected Bhaskarji,>> A small story from my side...>> Hope u don't mind.>> regards>> Vijai>> The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages,mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals.Near the window, seated an old man with his 30-year-old son. As thetrain moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled withthe scenery outside.>> "See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful">> This behavior from a thirty-year-old son made the other people feelstrange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other aboutthis son. "This guy seems to be a crack." newly married Anup whisperedto his wife.>> Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelersthrough the opened window. The Thirty-year-old son, filled with joy "seedad, how beautiful the rain is.">> Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.>> Anup , "cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is notfeeling well get him soon to a mental asylum. and dont disturb publichenceforth">> The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied "we are onthe way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he wasa blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain andnature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconveniencecaused...">> The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know thetruth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt evenus. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harshaction.>>>>

[Guest guest]

This mail is sent by siddhartha.

 

 

 

 

________________________________

Bhaskar <bhaskar_jyotish

 

Thursday, 23 July, 2009 11:55:34 AM

Re: our perspective until we know the truth

 

 

 

Dear Vijai ji,

 

This was a beautiful story.

 

Bu I must confess incidentally, that at age 48 also I do this whenever I

tavel by train, it brings back the childhood memories of travel with

mother, and I remember my capturing the widow seat and watching the

scenes. The villages which come on the way, the small huts, the small

temples in the fields, the cows grazing, and one is transferred to

another era temporarily, till the city comes back in view at another

important station.

 

But at this age I catch hold of the children travelling in the seats

near me and ask them to watch this and that, not caring for the Big

people sitting alongside.

 

See if one cares for the world then he cannot behave normally. One must

be free to laugh, speak loudly or joke , and if one conceals his

laughters and expressions thinking what the other peson might think

about you, then we are just not letting go and remain in confinements

and trapped.

 

Thanks for the story.

 

regards/Bhaskar.

 

, " vijais " <vijais wrote:

>

> Respected Bhaskarji,

>

> A small story from my side...

>

> Hope u don't mind.

>

> regards

>

> Vijai

>

> The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages,

mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals.

Near the window, seated an old man with his 30-year-old son. As the

train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with

the scenery outside.

>

> " See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful "

>

> This behavior from a thirty-year- old son made the other people feel

strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about

this son. " This guy seems to be a crack. " newly married Anup whispered

to his wife.

>

> Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers

through the opened window. The Thirty-year- old son, filled with joy " see

dad, how beautiful the rain is. "

>

> Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.

>

> Anup , " cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not

feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum. and dont disturb public

henceforth "

>

> The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are on

the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he was

a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and

nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience

caused... "

>

> The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the

truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even

us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh

action.

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

Dear Siddhartha,

 

Its nice to see your name after 100 years, again on this Group. In fact

if you believe me I remembered you just today morning itself and was

wondering where have you gone ?

 

But what have you written here ?

 

I cannot understand this mail of invisible writing. Or am I missing

something which others are not ? Please make me feel normal.

 

best wishes,

 

Bhaskar.

 

 

 

 

, siddhartha saxaena

<numerology_works wrote:

>

>

> This mail is sent by siddhartha.

>

>

>

>

> ________________________________

> Bhaskar bhaskar_jyotish

>

> Thursday, 23 July, 2009 11:55:34 AM

> Re: our perspective until we know the truth

>

>

>

> Dear Vijai ji,

>

> This was a beautiful story.

>

> Bu I must confess incidentally, that at age 48 also I do this whenever

I

> tavel by train, it brings back the childhood memories of travel with

> mother, and I remember my capturing the widow seat and watching the

> scenes. The villages which come on the way, the small huts, the small

> temples in the fields, the cows grazing, and one is transferred to

> another era temporarily, till the city comes back in view at another

> important station.

>

> But at this age I catch hold of the children travelling in the seats

> near me and ask them to watch this and that, not caring for the Big

> people sitting alongside.

>

> See if one cares for the world then he cannot behave normally. One

must

> be free to laugh, speak loudly or joke , and if one conceals his

> laughters and expressions thinking what the other peson might think

> about you, then we are just not letting go and remain in confinements

> and trapped.

>

> Thanks for the story.

>

> regards/Bhaskar.

>

> , " vijais " vijais@ wrote:

> >

> > Respected Bhaskarji,

> >

> > A small story from my side...

> >

> > Hope u don't mind.

> >

> > regards

> >

> > Vijai

> >

> > The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages,

> mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals.

> Near the window, seated an old man with his 30-year-old son. As the

> train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled

with

> the scenery outside.

> >

> > " See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful "

> >

> > This behavior from a thirty-year- old son made the other people feel

> strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other

about

> this son. " This guy seems to be a crack. " newly married Anup whispered

> to his wife.

> >

> > Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers

> through the opened window. The Thirty-year- old son, filled with joy

" see

> dad, how beautiful the rain is. "

> >

> > Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.

> >

> > Anup , " cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not

> feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum. and dont disturb public

> henceforth "

> >

> > The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are

on

> the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he

was

> a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and

> nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience

> caused... "

> >

> > The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know

the

> truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even

> us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh

> action.

> >

> >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Dear Bhaskar ji,I was also just wondering about Siddhartha ji's comeback like this! And there are some more blank calls I was trying to decipher. Raj Sharma, Sobha, etc.I hope they are more open and straight-forward in communication.

RegardsNeelam2009/7/23 Bhaskar <bhaskar_jyotish

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Siddhartha,

 

Its nice to see your name after 100 years, again on this Group. In fact

if you believe me I remembered you just today morning itself and was

wondering where have you gone ?

 

But what have you written here ?

 

I cannot understand this mail of invisible writing. Or am I missing

something which others are not ? Please make me feel normal.

 

best wishes,

 

Bhaskar.

 

, siddhartha saxaena

<numerology_works wrote:

>

>

> This mail is sent by siddhartha.

>

>

>

>

> ________________________________

> Bhaskar bhaskar_jyotish

>

> Thursday, 23 July, 2009 11:55:34 AM

> Re: our perspective until we know the truth

>

>

>

> Dear Vijai ji,

>

> This was a beautiful story.

>

> Bu I must confess incidentally, that at age 48 also I do this whenever

I

> tavel by train, it brings back the childhood memories of travel with

> mother, and I remember my capturing the widow seat and watching the

> scenes. The villages which come on the way, the small huts, the small

> temples in the fields, the cows grazing, and one is transferred to

> another era temporarily, till the city comes back in view at another

> important station.

>

> But at this age I catch hold of the children travelling in the seats

> near me and ask them to watch this and that, not caring for the Big

> people sitting alongside.

>

> See if one cares for the world then he cannot behave normally. One

must

> be free to laugh, speak loudly or joke , and if one conceals his

> laughters and expressions thinking what the other peson might think

> about you, then we are just not letting go and remain in confinements

> and trapped.

>

> Thanks for the story.

>

> regards/Bhaskar.

>

> , " vijais " vijais@ wrote:

> >

> > Respected Bhaskarji,

> >

> > A small story from my side...

> >

> > Hope u don't mind.

> >

> > regards

> >

> > Vijai

> >

> > The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages,

> mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals.

> Near the window, seated an old man with his 30-year-old son. As the

> train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled

with

> the scenery outside.

> >

> > " See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful "

> >

> > This behavior from a thirty-year- old son made the other people feel

> strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other

about

> this son. " This guy seems to be a crack. " newly married Anup whispered

> to his wife.

> >

> > Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers

> through the opened window. The Thirty-year- old son, filled with joy

" see

> dad, how beautiful the rain is. "

> >

> > Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit.

> >

> > Anup , " cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not

> feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum. and dont disturb public

> henceforth "

> >

> > The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we are

on

> the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he

was

> a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and

> nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the inconvenience

> caused... "

> >

> > The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know

the

> truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even

> us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh

> action.

> >

> >

> >

>

[Guest guest]

Dear Neelam ji,

 

Yes, though I may not appear to be active, but am absolutely aware of

these. Raj Sharma writes 7860, which only a ...............would write,

and Shobha forwarded an enquiry of someone else, I cannot still

understand why, and now Siddartha is sending a blank mail.

 

Lets wait for the puzzles to be uncovered.

 

regards/Bhaskar.

 

 

, neelam gupta <neelamgupta07

wrote:

>

> Dear Bhaskar ji,

>

> I was also just wondering about Siddhartha ji's comeback like this!

And

> there are some more blank calls I was trying to decipher. Raj Sharma,

Sobha,

> etc.

> I hope they are more open and straight-forward in communication.

>

> Regards

> Neelam

>

> 2009/7/23 Bhaskar bhaskar_jyotish

>

> >

> >

> >

> > Dear Siddhartha,

> >

> > Its nice to see your name after 100 years, again on this Group. In

fact

> > if you believe me I remembered you just today morning itself and was

> > wondering where have you gone ?

> >

> > But what have you written here ?

> >

> > I cannot understand this mail of invisible writing. Or am I missing

> > something which others are not ? Please make me feel normal.

> >

> > best wishes,

> >

> > Bhaskar.

> >

> >

<%40>,

> > siddhartha saxaena

> >

> > numerology_works@ wrote:

> > >

> > >

> > > This mail is sent by siddhartha.

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > ________________________________

> > > Bhaskar bhaskar_jyotish@

> >

> > >

<%40>

> > > Thursday, 23 July, 2009 11:55:34 AM

> > > Re: our perspective until we know the

truth

> > >

> > >

> > >

> > > Dear Vijai ji,

> > >

> > > This was a beautiful story.

> > >

> > > Bu I must confess incidentally, that at age 48 also I do this

whenever

> > I

> > > tavel by train, it brings back the childhood memories of travel

with

> > > mother, and I remember my capturing the widow seat and watching

the

> > > scenes. The villages which come on the way, the small huts, the

small

> > > temples in the fields, the cows grazing, and one is transferred to

> > > another era temporarily, till the city comes back in view at

another

> > > important station.

> > >

> > > But at this age I catch hold of the children travelling in the

seats

> > > near me and ask them to watch this and that, not caring for the

Big

> > > people sitting alongside.

> > >

> > > See if one cares for the world then he cannot behave normally. One

> > must

> > > be free to laugh, speak loudly or joke , and if one conceals his

> > > laughters and expressions thinking what the other peson might

think

> > > about you, then we are just not letting go and remain in

confinements

> > > and trapped.

> > >

> > > Thanks for the story.

> > >

> > > regards/Bhaskar.

> > >

> > > , " vijais " vijais@ wrote:

> > > >

> > > > Respected Bhaskarji,

> > > >

> > > > A small story from my side...

> > > >

> > > > Hope u don't mind.

> > > >

> > > > regards

> > > >

> > > > Vijai

> > > >

> > > > The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all

ages,

> > > mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and

gals.

> > > Near the window, seated an old man with his 30-year-old son. As

the

> > > train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled

> > with

> > > the scenery outside.

> > > >

> > > > " See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very

beautiful "

> > > >

> > > > This behavior from a thirty-year- old son made the other people

feel

> > > strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other

> > about

> > > this son. " This guy seems to be a crack. " newly married Anup

whispered

> > > to his wife.

> > > >

> > > > Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers

> > > through the opened window. The Thirty-year- old son, filled with

joy

> > " see

> > > dad, how beautiful the rain is. "

> > > >

> > > > Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new

suit.

> > > >

> > > > Anup , " cant you see its raining, you old man, if ur son is not

> > > feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum. and dont disturb

public

> > > henceforth "

> > > >

> > > > The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied " we

are

> > on

> > > the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning ,

he

> > was

> > > a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision, these rain and

> > > nature are new to his eyes.. Please forgive us for the

inconvenience

> > > caused... "

> > > >

> > > > The things we see may be right from our perspective until we

know

> > the

> > > truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt

even

> > > us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh

> > > action.

> > > >

> > > >

> > > >

> > >

> >

> >

> >

>