ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!

ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: 'Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease'?
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
'The world over -- 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'.
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?'

Happiness keeps you Sweet
Trials keep you Strong
Sorrow keeps you Human
Failure keeps you humble and

Success Keeps You Glowing, But

Only Faith and attitude Keeps you going

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Life Is Too Short To Waste Time Hating Anyone

" Wrong Number - A Beautiful Story"

It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat
beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no.
"Ma", he screamed in excitement, "I scored 1191, with centum in 4
subjects." I can't believe it. "I kind of became numb in my
excitement. My eyes became wet. I kissed him on his forehead and
smiled."


Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no
bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for
interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps.


I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend" to tell him the news...... I
was so excited. He was someone whom I have known for more than 20
years.


I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot
forget the first day he called me When I blasted him for giving me so
many wrong calls..... After that he had called up a week later asking
apology, for he had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted
to talk to .We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each
other's names. Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never
did and so he kept a name...Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he
called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he
was a Computer Engineering student.


From then he used to call me very often. We almost discussed everything.

By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I
had been cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if
he was of a different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my
parents about it? ........all these questions ran through my mind.

I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I
laid to him I that I was going to Delhifor my post graduation. He gave
me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there. I
never called.......



A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my
parent's choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather
accepted it as an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my
wrong- number- friend.......

My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with
him- but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space.
After 2 years we had a boy...Yet, I was not very happy with my married
life...One day I happened to browse through my diary and found I still
had my old friend's office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it
and spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. I was
happy for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad that I
could not marry him.

From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I never gave
him mine as I felt that would put me in trouble... And till today I
almost shared everything with him including my relationship with my
hubby.....today I was so happy and I wanted to call him.

Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on the spot"

I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I
somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him
properly when he was alive or moved close with him.... I felt I had
been a bad wife........

A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali
girl and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did
not want my son to go through what I did.

I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it.
There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find,



"Wrong no Sweety - 26579785"!!!!!



God always puts the right numbers together. It's us who interpret it wrong!!!!!