Coffee Cup and Professor

A group of friends visited their old university professor. Conversation soon turned to complaints about 'STRESS' & 'TENSION' in Life. Professor offered them Coffee & returned from kitchen with Coffee in different kinds of cups !!! (Glass Cups, Crystal Cups, Shining Ones, Some Plain Looking, Some Ordinary & Some Expensive Ones)

... When all of them had a Cup in Hand, the professor said:- "If you noticed- all the Nice Looking & Expensive Cups are taken up, leaving behind the ordinary ones! Every one of you wanted the Best CUPS, that is the source of your STRESS & TENSION !! What you really wanted was "Coffee", not the "Cup"! But you still went for the Best Cup. If Life is Coffee ; Then Jobs, Money, Status & Love etc. are the Cups!!! They are just TOOLS to hold and contain Life.

 Please Don't Let the CUPS Drive you !! Enjoy the COFFEE!!!

Blessing

"You look very happy today?"
"Somebody said something amazing to me"
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"You are a blessing. This one simple sentence means a lot to me."

"Mum"

In response to my previous post 'Patricia' (here), Uncle Saugoree posted following bio-portrait

" When in UK many years ago I was working in a 'peripheral' hospital "House physicians/surgeons including senior and 'registrars' were mostly "foreigners' except one Englishman. We were all housed in residential quarters with attached kitchen and some food stuff was supplied by the hospital if someone would not like to eat in the hospital doctors dining room. We were served by maids who would sometime also cook for us Indeed some ladies had learned desi "curry" cooking from female Indian doctors (and yes we could get poories). These maids 'served' doctors very well. One of them was elderly but loved us all and sometimes in bad weather someone from us would drive her home when she finished working. Because of her 'devotion' and love we called her "mum" except one Indian doctor who always called her "Mrs. Thrower' (That was her name) and we all would object to his behavior. Just one example of her "motherly attitude" and why we called her "Mum": One evening one of us complained about the poor quality of fruits being served supplied by the hospital. Next day we got good quality fresh fruits on our table. Yes, you guessed it right. Mum bought from her own pocket from the market so that we do not complain any more."

You can read at his blog http://saugoree.blogspot.com/2015/07/mum.html

Mukammal Aurat

"Tum saat samandar paar ker ke sirf mujh se milne kiun aaye ho. Kiya mujh se muhabbat kerte ho?"

"Muhabbat to nahi kerta magar haan - Is liye ke main dekhna chahta tha mukammal aurat (complete woman) kesi hoti hai?"

"Ye mukammal aurat kiya hoti hai?"

"Sarapa-wajood-e-Zan insaan ki zindagi ko rangoN se bhar deti hai. Woh jo Faiz ne kha ke

Champaai rang kabhi, raahat-e-deedaar ka rang 
Surmayi rang ke hai sa’at-e-bezaar ka rang 
Zard patton ka, khas-o-khaar ka rang 
Surkh phoolon ka, dehekte huwe gulzaar ka rang 
Zehar ka rang, lahu rang, shab-e-taar ka rang

"Phir?"

"Phir ye ke  jab woh teen dusri aurton ke saath mehfil main bethti hai, to aap ka jee chahta hai aap sirf usey dekhain. Us ki muskurahat sab se munfarid hoti hai - jis main garmi bhi hai, harkat bhi, tawanii bhi - Us ki aankhon main bala ka samandar hota hai"

"Magar ye to bohat si aurton main hota hai?"

"Haan magar mukammal aurat woh hoti hai, jo wisal ke baad bhi mard ko baar baar apni taraf khenchti hai. Jese koi badshah Qilaa fatah ker ke phir wahiN laut aaye. Bas ye aik aesa imtiaaz hai jo mukammal aurat ko baqi aurtoN se afzal kerta hai....Yahi woh mukammal aurat hai jis ki tasveer sadioN se har musaweer ne banane ki koshish ki hai' .