Guest guest Posted September 14, 2007 Report Share Posted September 14, 2007 -------------- [Fwd: Fw: This thing really TOUCHED!!!!] naramesh Fri, September 14, 2007 10:54 am vsbmani Cc: shekhar4u09 sai_jagdish Shyamsundar.N nikhilabhi samanta_205 -------- -------------- Fw: This thing really TOUCHED!!!! " K Sankarasubramanian \(Shankar\) " <shankar Fri, September 14, 2007 10:09 am " AGV Elango " <agvelango " P. JAYARAJ " <pjayaraj " Rakesh Gandhi " <rakeshgandhi asitsaha vgkulkarni sampath6 " soundararajan apathotharanan " <soundr38 " a ganeshan " <ganeshan_be " murali " <murali " A Shankar " <ashankar " A RAMESH " <naramesh -------- Message This thing really touched me !!!!!! Too Busy for a Friend... Visu One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. " Really? " she heard whispered. " I never knew that I meant anything to anyone! " and, " I didn't know others liked me so much, " were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in " Kargil " war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. " Were you Sanjay's math teacher? " he asked. She nodded: " yes. " Then he said: " Sanjay talked about you a lot. " After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. " We want to show you something, " his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket " They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it. " Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him. " Thank you so much for doing that, " Sanjay's mother said. " As you can see, Sanjay treasured it. " All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, " I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home. " Prithwiraj's wife said, " Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album. " " I have mine too, " Rashmi said. " It's in my diary " Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. " I carry this with me at all times, " Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: " I think we all saved our lists " That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. But its upto U to fwd this one. If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you're " too busy " to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about. Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You ********************************Disclaimer******************************* The information contained in this message is BPCL's Confidential and Proprietary information and is intended only for the use of the recipient(s) named above. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient, he/she is hereby notified that any use, dissemination, distribution, or copying of this communication or any of its content is strictly prohibited. In such case, please advise the sender immediately and delete it from your system. Further acknowledge that any views expressed in this message are those of the individual sender and no binding nature of the message shall be implied or assumed unless the sender does so expressly with due authority of BPCL. *********************************************************************** This thing really touched me !!!!!! Too Busy for a Friend... Visu One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in "Kargil" war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Sanjay's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Sanjay talked about you a lot." After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket "They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Sanjay's mother said. "As you can see, Sanjay treasured it." All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Prithwiraj's wife said, " Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Rashmi said. "It's in my diary" Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists" That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. But its upto U to fwd this one. If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you're "too busy" to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about. Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You ********************************Disclaimer******************************* The information contained in this message is BPCL's Confidential and Proprietary information and is intended only for the use of the recipient(s) named above. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient, he/she is hereby notified that any use, dissemination, distribution, or copying of this communication or any of its content is strictly prohibited. In such case, please advise the sender immediately and delete it from your system. Further acknowledge that any views expressed in this message are those of the individual sender and no binding nature of the message shall be implied or assumed unless the sender does so expressly with due authority of BPCL. *********************************************************************** Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 14, 2007 Report Share Posted September 14, 2007 Note: forwarded message attached. DELETE button is history. Unlimited mail storage is just a click away. -------------- [Fwd: Fw: This thing really TOUCHED!!!!] naramesh (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com Fri, September 14, 2007 10:54 am vsbmani Cc: shekhar4u09 sai_jagdish (AT) sify (DOT) com Shyamsundar.N (AT) EmersonNetwork (DOT) co.in nikhilabhi (AT) rediffmail (DOT) com samanta_205 (AT) rediffmail (DOT) com ------------------------- -------------- Fw: This thing really TOUCHED!!!! " K Sankarasubramanian \(Shankar\) " <shankar (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com> Fri, September 14, 2007 10:09 am " AGV Elango " <agvelango (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com> " P. JAYARAJ " <pjayaraj (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com> " Rakesh Gandhi " <rakeshgandhi (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com> asitsaha (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com vgkulkarni (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com sampath6 " soundararajan apathotharanan " <soundr38 (AT) hotmail (DOT) com> " a ganeshan " <ganeshan_be > " murali " <murali (AT) cdactvm (DOT) in> " A Shankar " <ashankar (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com> " A RAMESH " <naramesh (AT) sail-bhilaisteel (DOT) com> ------------------------- Message This thing really touched me !!!!!! Too Busy for a Friend... Visu One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. " Really? " she heard whispered. " I never knew that I meant anything to anyone! " and, " I didn't know others liked me so much, " were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in " Kargil " war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. " Were you Sanjay's math teacher? " he asked. She nodded: " yes. " Then he said: " Sanjay talked about you a lot. " After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. " We want to show you something, " his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket " They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it. " Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him. " Thank you so much for doing that, " Sanjay's mother said. " As you can see, Sanjay treasured it. " All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, " I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home. " Prithwiraj's wife said, " Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album. " " I have mine too, " Rashmi said. " It's in my diary " Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. " I carry this with me at all times, " Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: " I think we all saved our lists " That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. But its upto U to fwd this one. If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you're " too busy " to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about. Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You ********************************Disclaimer******************************* The information contained in this message is BPCL's Confidential and Proprietary information and is intended only for the use of the recipient(s) named above. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient, he/she is hereby notified that any use, dissemination, distribution, or copying of this communication or any of its content is strictly prohibited. In such case, please advise the sender immediately and delete it from your system. Further acknowledge that any views expressed in this message are those of the individual sender and no binding nature of the message shall be implied or assumed unless the sender does so expressly with due authority of BPCL. *********************************************************************** This thing really touched me !!!!!! Too Busy for a Friend... Visu One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers. That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" she heard whispered. "I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!" and, "I didn't know others liked me so much," were most of the comments. No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on. Several years later, one of the students was killed in "Kargil" war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature. The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless. As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. "Were you Sanjay's math teacher?" he asked. She nodded: "yes." Then he said: "Sanjay talked about you a lot." After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket "They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Sanjay's mother said. "As you can see, Sanjay treasured it." All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Prithwiraj's wife said, " Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Rashmi said. "It's in my diary" Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: "I think we all saved our lists" That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late. And One Way To Accomplish This Is: Forward this message on. If you do not send it, you will have, once again passed up the wonderful opportunity to do something nice and beautiful. But its upto U to fwd this one. If you've received this, it is because someone cares for you and it means there is probably at least someone for whom you care. If you're "too busy" to take those few minutes right now to forward this message on, would this be the VERY first time you didn't do that little thing that would make a difference in your relationships? The more people that you send this to, the better you'll be at reaching out to those you care about. Remember, you reap what you sow. What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own. May Your Day Be Blessed As Special As You ********************************Disclaimer******************************* The information contained in this message is BPCL's Confidential and Proprietary information and is intended only for the use of the recipient(s) named above. If the reader of this message is not the intended recipient, he/she is hereby notified that any use, dissemination, distribution, or copying of this communication or any of its content is strictly prohibited. In such case, please advise the sender immediately and delete it from your system. Further acknowledge that any views expressed in this message are those of the individual sender and no binding nature of the message shall be implied or assumed unless the sender does so expressly with due authority of BPCL. *********************************************************************** Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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