The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!’ he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’
Was there a man dismay’d?
Not tho’ the soldier knew
Someone had blunder’d:
Their’s not to make reply,
Their’s not to reason why,
Their’s but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d;

Storm’d at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash’d all their sabres bare,
Flash’d as they turn’d in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder’d:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro’ the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel’d from the sabre-stroke
Shatter’d and sunder’d.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley’d and thunder’d;
Storm’d at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro’ the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade ?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder’d.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

Story on Discrimination

It was a crowded flight and a beautiful lady aged around 40 years boarded the flight as the passenger. She searched for her seat and found her seat was next to a black man.

She showed that she wasn’t in a hurry to take her seat as she found it too hard and awkward to sit next to a black man.

Feeling disgusted, the beautiful lady called the air hostess and asked her to change her seat.

The air hostess requested for a reason why she would like to change the seat.
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She replied, “It is impossible for me to sit next to a black man, I hate it!

The air hostess was shocked to hear these hard words from the one who looked so dignified and composed.
She again demanded her to get her a new seat. The airhostess said she would do so and requested her to wait for a few minutes.

The air hostess went in search of an empty seat for the lady. The air hostess told the lady, ‘I’m afraid Madam, there is no vacant seat in the economy class and the flight is almost full! However, we do follow the policy to fulfil the desires of our passengers to the maximum extent possible. So, give me a minute, I will check with my captain and get back to you, as we feel it is not fair to force a passenger to have an unpleasant seat!’

The lady waited for a couple of minutes and the air hostess came.

The latter replied, ‘Madam, sorry for this inconvenience. We don’t want to make your journey unpleasant by making you sit next to someone with whom you aren’t comfortable. There is one seat available in the First Class. Although we don’t allow any passenger to move from economy class to first class, to make you a happy customer, we are doing this for the first time in our company’s history. Our captain agreed to shift from economy class to first class.!’

Just before the lady said any word as a reply, the air hostess humbly requested the black man and told him, ‘Dear sir, would you please shift your seat to first class? Please retrieve all your personal items from your seat and our captain would like to move you to first class as we don’t really want you to have an uncomfortable journey sitting next an unpleasant person, with an ugly mind!‘

The lady was quiet and frozen! A few of the fellow passengers were happy and gave huge applause for the flight crew!

Kindly read this awesome story - its little lengthy but truly touching.
Also like to request you  to Fwd to all right-thinking people who detest discrimination based on colour, race, caste and religion.

Two Small Stories

Two small stories (it's important you read both) that show how the examples we set today, may help shape the character of generations tomorrow.
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STORY - I
We all know about Al Capone. The notorious gangster, mafia who virtually owned Chicago. He was a crime boss who lorded over the windy city dealing with all sort of crimes prostitution to murder to ...you name it...and he escaped the law for many many years. It was because of one man his -lawyer nicknamed "Easy Eddie."

Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.
To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well. Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well.

For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day.. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.
Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly.

And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was. Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son- he couldn't pass on a Good Name or a Good Example.
One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. It's believed Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

So he decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al "Scarface" Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great.

Nevertheless, he testified.
Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a religious symbol and medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.
The Poem read:
"The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still."

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STORY - II
World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Cdr Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.
His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do, only thing he'd learned growing up. He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.
Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.
Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale. It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.

This took place on February 20, 1942 , and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W.W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29. His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

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Uh..wait, what do these two stories have to do with each other?
Well, you see, Butch O'Hare was .............

"Easy Eddie's" son.

Life is not just about ourselves, it is also about doing something for others,,,,

You might change the life of one person today just by simply being there.!!!

Harakhchand Sawla Motivational

A young man in his thirties used to stand on the footpath opposite the famous Tata Cancer Hospital at Mumbai and stare at the crowd in front- fear plainly written upon the faces of the patients standing at death's door; their  relatives with equally grim faces running around.. These sights disturbed him greatly..

Most of the patients were poor people from distant towns. They had no idea whom to meet, or what to do. They had no money for medicines, not even food.

The  young man, heavily depressed, would return home. 'Something should be done for these people', he would. think. He was haunted by the thought day and night.

At last he found a way-
He rented out his own hotel that was doing good business and raised some money. From these funds he started a charitable activity right opposite Tata Cancer Hospital, on the pavement next to Kondaji Building.

 He himself had no idea that the activity would continue to flourish even after the passage of 27 years.

 The activity consisted of providing free meals for cancer patients and their relatives. Many people in the vicinity approved of this activity.

Beginning with fifty, the number of beneficiaries soon rose to hundred, two hundred, three hundred. As the numbers of patients increased, so did the number of helping hands.

 As years rolled by, the activity continued; undeterred by the change of seasons, come winter, summer or even the dreaded monsoon of Mumbai.
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The number of beneficiaries soon reached 700. Mr Harakhchand Sawla, for that was the name of the pioneer, did not stop here. He started supplying free medicines for the needy. In fact, he started a medicine bank, enlisting voluntary services of three doctors and three pharmacists. A toy banks was opened for kids suffering from cancer. The 'Jeevan Jyot' trust founded by Mr Sawla now runs more than 60 humanitarian  projects.

 Sawla, now 57 years old, works with the same vigour. A thousand salutes to his boundless energy and his monumental contribution!

But hardly anyone knows Harakhchand Sawla, leave alone call him 'God' for feeding free lunches to 10 to 12 lac cancer patients and their relatives. We owe this discrepancy to our mass media!

For last 27 years, millions of cancer patients and their relatives have found 'God', in the form of Harakhchand Sawla.

Mr Sawla deserves his fair share of recognition, more  importantly, let his story inspire as many as possible.

11 things you won’t learn at school, Bill Gates

Rule 1 : Life is not fair – get used to it!

Rule 2 : The world won’t care about your self-esteem. > > The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
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Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss!

Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6 : If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault, so don’t whine > > about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7 : Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8 : Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9 : Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

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Rule 10 : Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.

Story - Positive Attitude

A famous writer was in his study room. He picked up his pen and started writing :

Last year, I had a surgery and my gall bladder was removed. I had to stay stuck to the bed due to this surgery for a long time.

The same year I reached the age of 60 years and had to give up my favorite job. I had spent 30 years of my life in this publishing company.

The same year I experienced the sorrow of the death of my father.

And in the same year my son failed in his medical exam because he had a car accident. He had to stay in bed at hospital with the cast on for several days. The destruction of car was another loss.

At the end he wrote: Alas! It was such bad year !!


When the writer's wife entered the room, she found her husband looking sad & lost in his thoughts. From behind his back she read what was written on the paper. She left the room silently and came back with another paper and placed it on side of her husband's writing.

When the writer saw this paper, he found his name written on it with following lines :

Last year I finally got rid of my gall bladder due to which I had spent years in pain....

I turned 60 with sound health and got retired from my job. Now I can utilize my time to write something better with more focus and peace.....

The same year my father, at the age of 95, without depending on anyone or without any critical condition met his Creator.....

The same year, God blessed my son with a new life. My car was destroyed but my son stayed alive without getting any disability......

At the end she wrote:
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This year was an immense blessing of God and it passed well !!!

 The writer was indeed happy and amazed at such beautiful and encouraging interpretation of the happenings in his life in that year !!!

Moral : In daily lives we must see that its not happiness that makes us grateful but grate-fulness that makes us happy

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साड्यांचे रंग...- पु ल देशपांडे

साड्यांचे रंग...
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"ही लिंबू-पारवा कॉम्बिनेशनची साडी कशी वाटतिये?" बायकोनी विचारलं...

"लिंबू... आणि पारवा...? हे रंग आहेत...?" माझा प्रश्न...

"बरं, ही जाऊ दे... ती श्रीखंडी कशी आहे?"... बायकोचा प्रतिप्रश्न...

"श्रीखंडी?... नको... चिकट असेल..." मी उगाच विनोद मारायचा प्रयत्न केला... पण त्यावर बायको आणि तिला उत्साहानं साड्या दाखवणारा सेल्समन दोघांच्या चेहऱ्यावरची सुरकुतीही हालली नाही...

"बरं, ते ही जाऊ दे.... चिंतामणी किंवा गुलबक्षी रंगात काही बघू का यंदा" बायकोनी विचारलं...

आता मला माझ्या अज्ञानाची प्रकर्षानं जाणीव व्हायला लागली...

जगात "ता ना पि हि नि पा जा" हे एवढेच सातच रंग असतात ही माझी पक्की समजूत होती आणि आहे... त्यातल्याही, तांबड्या आणि नारंगीत किंवा निळ्या आणि जांभळ्यात मला पटकन फरक समजत नाही... या शिवाय पारवा हे रंगाचं नसून कबुतरासारख्या दिसणाऱ्या पक्ष्याचं नाव आहे अशी माझी अनेक वर्षं समजूत आहे...
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हे सात रंग आणि सरधोपट पांढरा किंवा काळा हे रंग सोडले रंगांच्या इतर छटा एकतर मला ओळखता येत नाहीत किंवा काहीतरी वेगळं आहेच असं वाटलं तर त्यांची नावं मला समजत नाहीत...

माझा अजून एक प्रॉब्लेम म्हणजे, मला हिरवा रंग हिरवाच दिसतो, त्यातल्या कशाला पोपटी म्हणायचं, कशाला सी ग्रीन म्हणायचं आणि कशाला बॉटल ग्रीन हे कळत नाही... तेच निळ्या रंगाचं... निळा म्हणजे निळा... त्यात स्काय ब्लू कोणता आणि मोरपंखी कोणता याचंही मला आकलन होत नाही...

या शिवाय, "डाळिंबी" हा रंग नसून ते "मोसंबी" सारखं देशी दारूचं नाव असावं, "तपकिरी" हे तपकीरचं अन "शेवाळी" हे शेवाळ्याचं अनेक वचन असावं आणि मोतिया हे एखाद्या नबाबाघरच्या पांढऱ्या कुतियेचं नाव असावं अशीही माझी अनेक वर्षं समजूत होती...

पण बायको बरोबर साड्यांच्या दुकानात गेलं की या साऱ्या साऱ्या समजुतींना सुरुंग लागतो. अन या सुरुंगाच्या स्फोटातून लाल, तांबड्या, नारंगी, चिंतामणी, पिवळ्या आणि लिंबू रंगांच्या ज्वाला उसळायला लागून त्यातून राखाडी, पारवा, तपकिरी, किरमिजी रंगांच्या धुराचे लोट उसळायला लागतात...

असो. तर मी असा माझ्या अज्ञानाच्या गर्तेत गटांगळ्या घेत असतानाच बायकोचा पुढचा प्रश्न आला....

"ही केतकी रंगाची साडी कशी आहे? बघ ना... आमसुली काठ आहेत..."

"आमसुली?" माझा शेवटचा प्रश्न असतो...

त्याकडे दुर्लक्ष करून बायको ती साडी अंगावर लपेटून आरशात स्वतःला न्याहाळायला लागते.

अन आपल्याला आवडलेली साडी अंगावर लपेटून आरशात स्वतःकडेच बघत असताना, तिच्या चेहऱ्यावर जो रंग उजळलेला दिसतो त्या रंगाचं नाव काय असावं याचा मी विचार करत बसतो....

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Uppaluri Gopala Krishnamurti (9 July 1918 – 22 March 2007), known as U. G. Krishnamurti, was an Indian man who questioned enlightenment.

He rejected the very basis of thought and in doing so negated all systems of thought and knowledge. Hence he explained his assertions were experiential and not speculative.

Tell them that there is nothing to understand.

Although many considered him an "enlightened" person, Krishnamurti often referred to his state of being as the "natural state". He claimed that the demand for enlightenment was the only thing standing in the way of enlightenment itself, if enlightenment existed at all.

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