Dervish and the Money

A dervish was praying silently. A wealthy merchant, observing the dervish's devotion and sincerity, was deeply touched by him. The merchant offered the drevish a bag of gold. "I know you will use the money for God's sake. Please take it."

"Just a moment," the dervish replied. "I'm not sure if it is lawful for me to take your money. Are you a wealthy man? Do you have more money at home?"

"Oh yes. I have at least one thousand gold pieces at home," claimed the merchant proudly.

"Do you want a thousand gold pieces more?" asked the dervish.

"Why yes, of course. Every day I work hard to earn more money."

"And do you wish for yet a thousand gold pieces more beyond that?"

"Certainly. Every day I pray that I may earn more and more money."

The dervish pushed the bag of gold back to the merchant. "I am sorry, but I cannot take your gold," he said. "A wealthy man cannot take money from a beggar."

"How can you call yourself a wealthy man and me a beggar?" the merchant spluttered.

The dervish replied, "I am a wealthy man because I am content with whatever God sends me. You are a beggar, because no matter how much you possess, you are always dissatisfied, and always begging God for more."

— By Sheikh Muzaffer

In the Hands of God

One day, the caliph Omar met a group of people who were sitting around doing nothing. He asked them who they were. "We are of those who put their affairs in the hands of God, and we trust in God," they replied.

"Indeed you do not!" he retorted. "You are nothing but freeloaders, parasites upon other people's efforts! Someone who truly trusts in God first plants seed in the belly of this earth, then puts his affairs in the hand of God, the Sustainer."

Welcome Again

Thanks to blogger.com for restoring my blog again...! No one really complained when I've deleted this blog other than two people.

I didn't like to continue blogging,hence I stopped it for a while. On a moody day, I felt irritated with this blog and deleted it for almost 2 or 3 months...Just two people inquired of it...!

As of now, I'm not decided yet to write....but for few days I may keep the blog up (Just for those 2).

Would you prefer to Live for Ever?

I know its been a long time I didn't write any thing in here. Well,does it matter? No..! Then why I convey this stupid line all the time? Since I'm a sucker.

Assume,

You never die. You stay as young as 25 - 30 years young man. You've plenty of girl friends around. Also, this world will develop just like the way it is developing now for ever, Your friends, your family will all stay with you...

Then

Would you prefer living here more than 100 years? More than 1000 Years?
Many Might Say NOOOOOOOOO.
Well, if you say No, then where else will you go?

There is no other place, Human eye known of.(I've excluded the other Planets for convenience.)

If You say YES, Why?

Comments Please

Do you live in the past, present or the future?

When I started blogging, I had no idea about what to write.  Whenever I was involved in some discussion with my friends, I had a habit of arguing. After watching me closely one of my friends suggested me why don’t I blog my views. Then I questioned myself why should I be? No one pays me to write. No one gives a damn either. Or maybe they do. It’s not that there aren’t things/topics to write on. There are. But does my opinion matter? Do my thoughts count? Who am I anyway? Or who do I think I am?

“Either you are thinking about what happened in the past or worrying about what will happen in the future. You forget to consider the present. That’s the only trouble with you.”

That’s what my friends told me few days back… Hate it though I may, he is right.

    I don’t regret my past, but I do think if I could have taken some decisions differently, done things another way.

       Perhaps the biggest past factor with me is thinking about people. I don’t exactly nurse a grudge, but I find it hard to forget. I might think I have forgiven, but then at unexpected moments I realize I don’t know how to forgive. It all comes back.

      The future thrills me and scares me to death. I fear losing what I have, but even more than that, I fear that I might stop appreciating what I have. I’ve run from jobs, relationships, people… What if I do it again? My friend calls it my “second guessing streak”.

      He says I think negative thoughts and either worry myself trying to prevent it or worse, get fatalistic and make it happen.

I can perhaps stop thinking about the past. However the future…? It confuses me, when people say “live in the present, don’t think about the future”. Will not our actions today affect our tomorrow?

Do you live in the past, present or the future?