Monday, March 5, 2012

SUFFERING OF MOTHER


One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research,and good in sports too.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".
The director asked, “Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.”
The director asked, “Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, “Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books and can't ask me to work and even she washes my clothes too. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. He fell tears as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled,hard and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee and so many things what he wanted. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time and shared their feelings. Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes,and asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth first thanked the director for making him to understand his mother's sufferings........
The youth answered,"I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes"
The Director asked, “please tell me your feelings." The youth said,Now I know now what hardwork is. Without my mother, there would not the successful to me today. by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.I have come to realize the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, “This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to  a person who can understand the value of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not want money as his only goal in life. You are selected.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates and co-workers. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
When a child has brought without knowing the suffering and hardwork of other he/she will develop a superior mentality and not respect others even his parents.So the parents have to teach them what they were suffered to make him a perfect man.Then he will know their sufferings and help them in their future without let them to suffer....... 

            J.AMINATH RIMASHA
I B.SC IT         

Sunday, March 4, 2012

the colour of love

I like rose
The color of red
It smells pleasant
It makes me fresh
I like thinking
The color of dark & bright
It smells rigorous
It makes me to fly
I like flowers
The color of beauty
It smells love
It makes me sensitive
Every one like what they like
But none likes everything…….
That all of us like
I like this likes of people
With the same personality but different mentality
It is a hetero –homo interaction of our possession
                                                                                N.MURSIDHA FATHIMA
                                                                                  I-H.Sc NFSMD

Black Night

I have been moving with my members in a strange night
We were in a palanquin of four wheel.
Moving to attend a mourning of a relation
Which made us silly to think and made us to cry.
The beautiful little palanquin was unable to bear the pain
She was hit by a monster of bad lane
No one else stood still and stopped the clock against the accident
None was unable to interrupt the cry of kids neither bird nor a bee
There was a show  & flattered moon shinning on the lane
The moon witnessed us to bus
A kind hearted came out mentioned us sisters & brothers
Everyone came from the bus and made the victims to join in a medical house
Due to insufficient medical values we were admitted to private medical house
The life is blessed Inspire & love & live it……..
                                                                                N.FATHIMA MURSIDHA
                                                                                    I-H.Sc NFSMD

I met a day…..

I saw a small boy carrying a cement sack on his shoulder
With the heavy loads….with lot of pains…….
I gave him rupees but he refused to get
I wondered why he does so.
He said me “SIS, THIS IS NOT BY MY HARD WORK”
I understood his honest.
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Then I saw a beggar who is in need of money
He was with hands and legs, a full man
He asked me a rupee"SIS, Please give me a Money"
I thought about the boy
I told him to work hard to get…
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Who is wrong 
Me? Or the beggar?
                                                                 A.Al Mustharin
                                                                  I B.Sc(IT)

THE ANGEL OF THE RAIN….


 The puffy clouds showered the rain…
The lightening thunders showed  the angels with droplets touching her sculptured lips…
Her silky feet drenching in the water…
There came a lightening from her mascara eyes….
The sleeping droplets refused to leave her ears…
Jumping drops and Leaping feet danced on the street with the beat…
The rain was flattered with her glooming beauty…
The rain’s heartbeat like her shuttering eyes…
She is indeed,” THE ANGEL OF THE RAIN..”
                                                                        -SEYED MEERA FAZILA,
                                                                               B.SC H.SC WITH NFSM&D

Saturday, January 21, 2012

A SLEEPLESS NIGHT....


A night I was without sleep
It moved slowly like a year of leap...
I closed my eyes tight...
Started thinking something right...
Nothing came to my mind..
As in the exam hall...
I turned to my right...
Inorder to change my sight...
I heard some voice..
Which act as a good noise....
All terrible things rewinded..
I was searching for a stop button
But there was not even a pause button...
I rolled within my long, soft blanket..
Like a furry, flexxy cat within the basket..
At last I took my phone to chat...
My mom started shouting... 'Who is dat??'
Suddenly I kept my phone down..
Turned my body upside down...
Without knowing myself...
Even without anybody's help..
 I closed my eyes tight...  
And felt the arrival of the night...
I can realize the moral...
Without getting a scold from my mom...
I even can't able to sleep calm....
WHAT A LIFE MAN...

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

GLAD TO LIVE!


From the Heart, to my Soul;
You are the one,who give me will,
I am none before I get you;
I am the lucky one 'coz now i got you.

I never told You, to me what you are?
But you never think it what I meant it!
'coz you know what I ache for?
I think it a while but you gave it to me a real.
I don't know what am I?
But you know what I will!
You made me bright,give me light;
You guide me right,hold me tight!

I think why it is? 'Coz you did everything!
There I got to known When you hold my hand..
I proudyl loud that I got you,
You think why I have to? But I think you only have to be.

I am the luckiest,
I got You the best;
You are the one- I will
tell anyone as My
BEST FRIEND!!!

Glad to have you..
Glad to be with you..
LOVE YOU MY FRIEND!
                  
                                               ----Abidha Rumana.S---