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Monday, February 25, 2008

Thank you for your time

This message came to me, from my cousin Ravi Shyam. Worth reading and realising the fact.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. ONCE YOU READ THIS YOU WILL UNDERSTAND!

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,
career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear
across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his
busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no
time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and
nothing could stop him.

Over the phone, his mother told him, 'Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday.' Memories flashed through his mind like an old
newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.!

'Jack, did you hear me?'

'Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought
of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,' Jack said.

'Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you
were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his
side of the fence' as he put it,' Mom told him.

'I loved that old house he lived in,' Jack said.

'You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said

'He's the one who taught me carpentry,' he said. 'I wouldn't be in
this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching
me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the
funeral,' Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to
his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.

The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like
crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time
The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories.
Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.


'What's wrong, Jack?' his Mom asked.

'The box is gone,' he said

'What box?' Mom asked.

'There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I
must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever
tell me was 'the thing I value most,'' Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack
remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser
family had taken it.

'Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him,' Jack said. 'I
better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.'

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from
work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature
required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post
office within the next three days,' the note read.

Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old
and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The
handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his
attention. 'Mr. Harold Belser' it read. Jack took the box out to his
car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an
envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.

'Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.' A small key was
taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack
carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold
pocket watch.

Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched
the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

'Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser.'

'The thing he valued most was...my time'

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
cleared his appointments for the next two days. 'Why?' Janet, his
assistant asked.

'I need some time to spend with my son,' he said.

'Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!'

'Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
moments that take our breath away,'

Think about this. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.



Navagraha keerthanais

I have posted Navagraha keerthanis. My wife appeals to everybody to down load and play these songs every day according to the Graham connected with the day. It is believed that these songs and Navavarana keerthanais ( They are already in this blog under the label "Sri Kamalambaa navavaranam") are very auspicious and will give lot of prosperities to everybody who hear that, in case they are not able to do poojas etc. Why don't you give a trial (whether you believe it or not)?. As far as Raaghu and Kethu are concerned hear them on the day of the week, where these planets are conjoined with another planet as per your birth chart.(!)

These songs are rendered by Thiruchur Ramachandran

  1. Surya - Sourashtram - (Sunday)
  2. Chandram - Asaaveri (Monday)
  3. Angaarakam - Surutti (Tuesday)
  4. Budhamashrayami - Naattaikurinji (Wednesday)
  5. Sri brahaspathe - Ataana (Thursday)
  6. Sri Sukra - Paras (Friday)
  7. Diwakara - Yadukula kambodhi (Saturday)
  8. Smaraamyaham - Ramapriya(for Raaghu)
  9. Mahasuram - Shanmugapriya ( for Kethu)
  10. Navagraha sthothram