http://www.funenclave.com/ Stories from FunEnclave Members. Original member copyright work only. en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 02:36:25 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.funenclave.com/images/fun_enclave/misc/rss.jpg http://www.funenclave.com/ http://www.funenclave.com/writers-cafe/the-house-33223.html Thu, 12 Nov 2009 10:30:07 GMT All the rooms in the house were being decorated for Diwali. Everything had to be sparkling clean and bright.



The living room said: "Hey look at me, I'm so huge. I'm the one decorated with beautiful things. I'm the most sparkling room of the house. I'm the best."



The bedroom could not resist this challenge, he retorted and said: "OK! You may be the biggest but I am the most important room in the house because everybody longs to take rest here when they are tired. The energy of everybody gets revitalised when they come to me."



The kitchen scoffed and said: "Can you rest with an empty stomach! If it were not for me what could anybody eat? Where could the food be cooked? Where would the energy come from without food? So you see, I am the most important."



The little bathroom was feeling neglected. He dare not speak too loud among these luminous dignitaries. He said meekly: "What about me, everybody needs to use me too, even if I'm smelly sometimes."



Now who could decide which was most valuable room of the house? Could these rooms do without each other?



No, no... They could all be the best places in the room. But still there was something more in there which never spoke, nor could be seen, but was always there. In fact it was in & out of all the walls of the house, all the rooms were rooted in it!



It is the SPACE! The space was not confined to a single room but instead it was present everywhere...



It was because of the space that all the rooms were existing! Every room thought: "This is my space! The space was not in the rooms but the truth is that the rooms were in the space. The space existed silently, all pervasively, selflessly, and so could hold within itself all their vanities and yet it is not bound by them.


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Similarly people belonging to different religions, like Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Sikh, Jain or Buddhist etc., keep trying to prove their superiority. Each individual draws energy from the blissful roots of the soul. The soul which is omnipresent & is the basis of existence of all, never utters a single word. That which is the most supreme need not prove itself... ]]> Writers Cafe Kimi http://www.funenclave.com/writers-cafe/the-house-33223.html http://www.funenclave.com/writers-cafe/sweet-humanitarian-story-33205.html Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:05:22 GMT
A Sweet Humanitarian Lesson
~ Inspirational Story ~



A 10-years-old boy visited a soda shop, climbed on to a stool and asked the Waitress, "What does an ice cream sundae cost?"

"50 cents," answered the Waitress.

The youngster reached deep in his pockets and pulled out an assortment of change, counting it carefully as the waitress grew impatient. She had "bigger" customers to wait on.

"Well, how much would just plain ice cream be?" the boy asked.

The waitress responded with noticeable irritation in her voice, "35 cents."

Again, the boy slowly counted his money. "May I have some plain ice cream in a dish then, please?" He gave the waitress the correct amount, and she brought him the ice cream.

Later, the waitress returned to clear the boy's dish and when she picked it up, she felt a lump in her throat. There on the counter the boy had left two nickels (Nickel: 5 Cents) and five pennies (Penny: 1 Cent). She realized that the boy had enough money for the sundae, but sacrificed it so that he could leave her a tip.

The Moral: Before Passing Judgment, First Treat Others with Courtesy, Dignity, and Respect.
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