Letter To The GOD

Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted.

"Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.

He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.

Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year.
"Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this year.

Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday." Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.
                                                                 Letter 1

Dear God,

I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.

Your friend,
Bobby

Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.

                                                                Letter 2

Dear God,

This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you.

Your friend Bobby

Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started again.

                                                               Letter 3

Dear God,

I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday.

Bobby

Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote a fourth letter.

                                                                     Letter 4

God,

I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please!

Thank you,

Bobby

Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike.

Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Bobby's
mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad.

"Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him.

Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Bobby began to write his letter to God.

                                                                     Letter 5

God,

I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!!!!!!!! !!

FRIENDSHIP

Friendship is precious


not only in the shade,

but in the sunshine of life;

and thanks to a benevolent

arrangement of things,

the greater part of life is sunshine.

Of all the blossoms in life's garden,

friendship is the most fragrant

A friend is a gift where

worth cannot be measured

except by the heart

Be full of sympathy toward each other,

loving one another with tender hearts

and humble minds

Friendship is sharing openly,

laughing often,

trusting always,

caring deeply

We can pour our heart out to a friend

knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it,

keep what is worth keeping,

and with a breath of kindness,

blow the rest away

Thank YOU for being my friend

I Wish............

Everyday I wish U were here with me.

It hurts that U can’t be.

If I could turn back the hands of time,
U would still be mine

Everyday I wish I could have known U better

So I cherish the time we had together,

Instead of thinking of U been gone,

While I’m here all alone

Everyday I wish I could call U,

So that I could have someone to talk to,

But someone took U away from me,

And all I can say is "I still love U"

EASY LOOKING QUIZ

1) How long did the Hundred Years War last?


2) Which country makes Panama hats?

3) From which animal do we get catgut?

4) In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?

5) What is a camel’s hair brush made of?

6) The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?

7) What was King George VI’s first name?

What colour is a purple finch?

9) Where are Chinese gooseberries from?

10) What is the colour of the black box in a commercial airplane?



Answers as follow:::

1) (How long did the Hundred Years War last?) 116 years

2) (Which country makes Panama hats?) Ecuador

3) (From which animal do we get catgut?) Sheep and Horses

4) (In which month do Russians celebrate the October Revolution?) November

5) (What is a camel’s hair brush made of?) Squirrel fur

6) (The Canary Islands in the Pacific are named after what animal?) Dogs

7) (What was King George VI’s first name?) Albert

(What colour is a purple finch?) Crimson

9) (Where are Chinese gooseberries from?) New Zealand

10) (What is the colour of the black box in a commercial airplane?) Orange

UNDERSTANDING

A wife was very unhappy with her car and complained a lot to her


husband:

"Buy me a surprise for my birthday" she said. "Something that
accelerates from 0 to 80 in 4 seconds".... ..." And I would prefer a
blue one please"!
Happy and excited she was counting down the days for her birthday.
And finally she got the beautiful present her husband thoughtfully
bought...... .......













A Blue Coloured Weighing Machine

Keep Smiling

DO NOT USE MINRAL WATER BOTTEL

Check on the bottom of the bottle there is a triangle sign and there will be a number on it.

If the number is higher than or equal to 5 --> then this bottle is safe to use.
Whatever number under 5, will release the chemical. For most bottle water, the number is 1.
Did you know chemical released by plastic water bottles can cause cancer
(It is not the water that affecting you but the chemical releasing from the bottle)
Pass this to all your friends and also make them aware of it

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:
"When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

This describes me well, this is me

I've always been the kind of boy


That hid my face

So afraid to tell the world

What I've got to say

But I have this dream

Right inside of me

I'm gonna let it show, it's time

To let you know

To let you know



This is real, this is me

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now

Gonna let the light, shine on me

Now I've found, who I am

There's no way to hold it in

No more hiding who I want to be

This is me



Do you know what it's like

To feel so in the dark

To dream about a life

Where you're the shining star

Even though it seems

Like it's too far away

I have to believe in myself

It's the only way



This is real, This is me

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now

Gonna let the light, shine on me

Now I've found, who I am

There's no way to hold it in

No more hiding who I want to be

This is me



You're the voice I hear inside my head

The reason that I'm singing

I need to find you, I gotta find you

You're the missing piece I need

The song inside of me

I need to find you, I gotta find you



This is real, this is me

I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, now

Gonna let the light, shine on me

Now I've found, who I am

There's no way to hold it in

No more hiding who I want to be

This is me

You're the missing piece I need

The song inside of me (this is me)

You're the voice I hear inside my head

The reason that I'm singing

Now I've found, who I am

There's no way to hold it in

No more hiding who I want to be

This is me

This inspire me whenever i feel down

Woah


Yea, yea, yea, yea



How to choose

Who to be

Well lets see

There's so many choices now

Play guitar

Be a movie star

In my head a voice says



Why not

Try everything

Why stop

Reach for any dream

I can rock

Cause it's my life

And now's the time



Who will I be

It's up to me

All the never ending possibilities

That I can see

There's nothing that I can't do

Who will I be

Yes I believe

I get to make the future what I want to be

If I can make up any one and know the choice is up to me

Who will I be

Yea yea



If I decide

I'm the boy to change the world

I can do it anytime

Opportunity right in front of me

And the choices are mine



Why not

Try everything

Why stop

Reach for any dream

I can rock

Cause it's my life

And now's the time



Who will I be

It's up to me

All the never ending possibilities

That I can see

There's nothing that I can't do

Who will I be

Yes I believe

I get to make the future what I want to be

If I can make up any one and know the choice is up to me

Who will I be



I want to find the who I am inside

Who will I be

I want to show the way

The way that I can shine

Yea (Who will I be)

oh yea, yea



Who will I be

It's up to me

All the never ending possibilities

That I can see

There's nothing that I can't do

Who will I be (Who will I be)

Yes I believe

I get to make the future what I want to be

If I can make up any one and know the choice is up to me

Who will I be

Woah

Who will I be

Who will I be

MY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH GOD

This is my first blogpost so i want to start with the name of the name of that allmighty god.I am describing it as a story.There was a boy named rohit of 14 years old,a brat type.he was not an atheist, but he was not also believer of god too. for him god is just like the customs imposed by the society. on his summer vacations of class 9th,he visited to her aunt’s place, which is a hill station too. This is the time when he wants to enjoy his vacations to the fullest because the family friends, teachers and tutors created a delusion in this mind that it was last vacation till 12ths competition exam(which is funny but truth).then he decided to visit every tourist spot in the city.the aunt’s family is theist type of,and a strong believer of one Baba ji, there is many pics of that baba ji. Which is a funny matter for the boy that how can anyone worship a human being. But wants to visit babaji place because it is very beautiful and master piece of architecture. So he finaly visited there,at the end when he entered in the babaji’s room, the boy become senseless,his bratness,naughty mind all become stop in that peacy silence.the boy have never seen before the person with so much charm on his face(tez) nd peace spreading smile on his face,simply dressed sitting. At that time want to talk to him, but no one is going near to him so he came back without meeting.on the way back to home boy ask his cousin why don’t we talk to baba ji. After hear the answer of his cousin he surprised,his cousin’s answer is “baba ji is not alive,and that was idol of babaji’s room”. But the boy can’t accept that he was not real...........till now.so that was my first encounter with miracle or god........................... nd from that i m believing there exists a supernatural power to whom we can call god.life is easy with assumption of god as a power.