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This thread is for good, inspirational, motivational, funny, heart-touching............. stories through collections from friends, emails, blogs, visited websites etc...... etc..... Several posts of various stories follows......

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One day Narada thought that he was the most pious man. The Lord told him to go and see a peasant who was more pious than he. He went. The peasant invoked the name of God when he woke up and went he went to bed.; the rest of the day he worked in the fields.
Narada did not understand and told the God "I pray and think of You 24 hours a day, how can you compare him to me ?"
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The God smiled and told him to take a cup filled to the brim with oil and carry it around the city without spilling a drop. Narada obeyed and came back successfully without spilling a drop.
The God asked, "How many times did you think of me?".Narada replied, "Lord how could I think of You ? My mind was concentrated on ensuring that the oil did not spill."
Thus the God made Narada realized the greatness of peasant's devotion.
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One day a man was going to market with his son and his ass. they met a couple on the way.

"Why walk when you have an ass to ride?" called out the husband, "seat the boy on the ass."

"I would like that," said the boy, "help me up father."

And the father did that willingly.

Soon they met another couple. "How shameful of you!" cried the woman, "let your father ride, won't he be tired?"

So, the boy got down and the father rode the ass. Again they marched on.

"poor boy", said the next person they met, "why should the lazy father ride while his son is walking?"

So, the boy got onto the ass too. As they went on, they met some travellers.

"How cruel of them!" They are up to kill the poor ass." cried one of the travellers.

Hearing this, the father and the son got down. Now they decided to carry the ass on their shoulders. As they did so, the travellers broke into laughter.

The laughter frightened the ass. It broke free and galloped away.

MORAL: You can not please everyone

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Long ago, there lived a little boy named Sammy. He was a good boy. He was good in his studies, obedient to his parents, more intelligent than many other boys in his class and kind to everyone. Grown-ups as well as those junior to Sammy loved him very much. But that aroused jealousy in many other boys who longed to be as loved as Sammy.

Now there was another boy named Timmy who studied in the same class as Sammy. Unlike Sammy, he was not good at studies and always liked to play during school hours. He misbehaved with his parents, bullied his classmates and even ill-treated Sammy. He always tried to put Sammy down and belittled him before other kids in the class. But no matter what he did, Sammy's grades kept getting better and better. Whether in studies or in sports or from his classmates, Sammy kept getting accolades from everywhere.

On his eighth birthday, Sammy got a nice pen as a gift from his parents. He brought it to school so that he could use it to take down the notes of the lectures that the teachers gave in class. This was a very beautiful pen and it could help one write very fast. When Timmy saw it, he was very jealous of Sammy. He asked Sammy,

"Hey, where did you get that? Did you buy it?"

"My parents gave it as a birthday gift to me." replied Sammy.

Timmy was overwhelmed with anger and jealousy. The bad boy that he was, he rarely got any present from his parents. He decided to steal Sammy's pen. During recess, when everyone had gone out from the class, Timmy opened Sammy's bag and took out his pen. Then he hid it inside his bag and went out to have his tiffin.

When Sammy came back and could not find his pen, he informed his class teacher about it. There was a hunt for the missing pen and the class teacher ordered the class monitor to search the bag of every children inside the class. The missing pen was soon found out of Timmy's bag and the furious teacher asked the errant boy,

"Now Timmy, what do you have to say about it?"

Timmy was in tears. He had nothing to say.

When Sammy saw Timmy cry, he took pity on the boy. The kind boy that he was, he had no ill-feeling against his classmate. He requested his class teacher not to take any action against Timmy, now that his stolen pen was found.

This opened Timmy's eyes. He could now see what a good boy Sammy was. He asked for forgiveness from his teacher and Sammy. From that day, he became friends with Sammy and gradually changed himself to be as good as Sammy. Everyone began to love Timmy and Sammy was proud of his new friend.

Despite being hurt by Timmy, Sammy gave him back only love in return. This is how we should also treat our enemies. Who knows? One day, our behaviour may just change themselves for the better.

Moral: Do not harm someone even if he harms you. Be good to all.

Nice Stories What to do? We are habituated to listen stories from our childhood onwards. Still this practice is on. Please keep on posting We are here to enjoy With warm regards S. Bhaskar 9099024667

A cap seller was living in a village, many years ago. Everyday, he walks to many towns to sell his caps. Sometimes, he had to pass through jungles too. One afternoon, after a heavy meal, the cap seller felt very sleepy. He lied down and had a nap under a big mango tree.

There were lots of monkeys on this tree. They saw the cap seller sleeping with his bag full of colorful caps nearby. One by one, the monkeys came down from the tree and took the caps. They put the caps in their heads, the same way the cap seller had. They were very happy.

When the cap seller woke up after sometime, he could not find any of the caps in his bag. He was terrified and looked around to see for his caps. He looked up and found the monkeys wearing all his caps.

He was very angry and raised his hands, as if to beat the monkey. The monkey also raised their hands to attack him back.

He threw a stone on the monkeys to scare them, but the monkeys also threw the mangos on him, with the same anger.

He was very upset, and threw his cap on the ground, out of disappointment. All the monkeys threw the caps on the ground, imitating him. The cap seller was very happy now. He collected all his caps, packed them back in his bag, and left the place.

The Morale :

For every problem, there will be a solution. We need to keep trying until we succeed.

Many years have passed. The cap seller’s grandson also got into the same business. One after noon, he passed through the same jungle with his bag full of caps. He felt too tired too, and slept under a tree. When he woke up, he could not find any of his caps. The monkeys on the tree had taken all his caps from the bag, and were cheerfully wearing on their heads.

On seeing the monkeys wearing his caps, he felt very unhappy. He pleaded with the monkeys to return his caps. The monkeys also imitated the same way he pleaded. He threw a stone on the monkeys; the monkeys threw the fruits at him. He now remembered what his grand father had told him about a similar incident. He now knows the monkeys will imitate what ever he does. He waved his hands; the monkeys also waved their hands, He danced; the monkeys also danced, He blew his nose; the monkeys also blew their noses, He touched his ear; the monkeys also touched their ears,.

He removed the cap from his head and threw it on the ground; the monkeys also removed the caps from their heads, but put them back and laughed at him!

He was very confused. By the time, an old monkey from the tree climbed down, came near to him, slapped him on his face and told, “Do you think only YOU have a grand father?”

The Morale :

Old solutions will not always work for the old problems. We need to constantly look for new solutions (from the cap seller).

Listening to the elders will be rewarding! (from the monkeys)


One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route.

No problems for the first few stops, a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.

At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight, built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground.

He glared at the driver and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.

The driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek... Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it.

The next day the same thing happened -Big John got on again, said "Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down.

And the next day, and the one after that, and so forth.

This irritated the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of his size.

Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building program, karate, judo and all that good stuff.

By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; So on the next Monday, when Big John got on the bus and said, "Big John doesn't pay!" the driver stood up, glared back and screamed, "And why not?"

With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, "Big John has a Bus pass."

Moral of the story: First be sure is there a problem before working hard to solve one

Dear Mr. CRK,
Nice Stories with a great moral.. Your stories making us to remember our childhood days, which we spend most of the times in hearing story before going to sleep..
Please keep on posting and make us to enjoy..
Thankyou Ms.Charanya Bhaskaran.......:) Yeas, let us recollect our happy happy childhood days...... just a small break between our daily rush..... CRK
There was a lion who feared nothing except the crowing of cocks. A chill would go down his spine whenever he heard a cock crowing.
One day he confessed his fear to the elephant, who was greatly amused.
“How can the crowing of a cock hurt you?” he asked the lion. “Think about it!”

Just then a mosquito began circling the elephant’s head, frightening him out of his wits.
“If it gets into my ear I’m doomed!” he shrieked, flailing at the insect with his trunk.
Now it was the lion’s turn to feel amused.
Moral: If we could see our fears as others see them we would realise that most of our fears make no sense!
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