Exclusive excerpt from Sudha Murthy's book ‘Three Thousand Stitches: Ordinary People, Extraordinary Lives’. ' The best response to the racist remark!
A small story which motivates me always ...sharing you for your leisure read..
Michael Jordan was born in 1963, in the slums of Brooklyn, New York.
He had four siblings and his father's earnings were not sufficient to provide for the whole family.
He grew up in a poor neighbourhood. Exposed to mindless violence and heavy discrimination in the slums, he saw for himself only a hopeless future.
His father saw in Michael, a lost soul and decided to do something.
He gave Michael, who was 13 years old, a piece of used clothing and asked: "What do you think the value of this outfit would be?"
Jordan replied,"Maybe one dollar."
His father asked, "Can you sell it for two dollars? If you can sell it, it would mean that you are a big help to your family."
Jordan nodded his head, "I'll try, but no guarantee that I'll be successful."
Jordan carefully washed the cloth clean. Because they didn't have an iron, to smoothen the cloth, he levelled it with a clothes brush on a flat board, then kept it in the sun to dry. The next day, he brought the clothes to a crowded underground station. After offering it for more than six hours. Jordan finally managed to sell it for $2. He took the two dollar bill and ran home.
After that, everyday he looked for used clothing, washed and ironed it, and sold it in the crowd.
More than ten days later, his father again gave him a piece of used clothing, "Can you think of a way you can sell this for 20 bucks?"
Aghast, Jordan said, "How is it possible? This outfit can only fetch two dollars at the most."
His father replied, "Why don't you try it first? There might be a way."
After breaking his head for a few hours, finally, Jordan got an idea.
He asked for cousin's helpto paint a picture of Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse on the garment. Then he tried to sell it in the school where the children of the rich study.
Soon a housekeeper, who was there to pick his master, bought that outfit for his master. The master was a little boy of only 10 years. He loved it so much and he gave a five dollar tip. 25 dollars was a huge amount for Jordan, the equivalent of a month's salary of his father.
When he got home, his father gave him yet another piece of used clothing, "Are you able to resell it at a price of 200 dollars?" Jordan's eyes lit up.
This time, Jordan accepted the clothes without the slightest doubt. Two months later a popular movie actress from the movie "Charlie's Angels", Farah Fawcett came to New York for her Movie promos. After the press conference, Jordan made his way through the security forces to reach the side of Farah Fawcett and requested her autograph on the piece of clothing. When Fawcett saw this innocent child asking for her autograph, she gladly signed it.
Jordan was shouting very excitedly, "This is a jersey signed by Miss Farah Fawcett, the selling price is 200 dollars!" He auctioned off the clothes, to a businessman for a price of 1,200 dollars!
Upon returning home, his father broke into TEARS and said, "I am amazed that you did it My child! You're really great! "
That night, Jordan slept alongside his father. His father said, "Son, in your experience selling these three pieces of clothing, what did you learn about success?"
Jordan replied, "Where there's a will, there's a way."
His father nodded his head, then shook his head, "What you say is not entirely wrong! But that was not my intention. I just wanted to show you that a piece of used clothing which is worth only a dollar can also be increased in value, Then how about us - living & thinking humans? We may be darker and poorer, but what if we CAN increase our VALUE."
This thought enlightened young Jordan. Even a piece of used clothing could be made dignified, then why not me? There is absolutely no reason to underestimate myself.
From then on, Michael Jordan felt that his future would be beautiful and full of hope.
He went on to become the greatest basketball player of all times.
How can I increase my own value? I am finding it a very interesting thought. I am sure, you too, will.
*Remove extra lemon from water...*
I still remember the day I was preparing fresh lime water for the first time...
I ended up adding almost five times the amount of lemon than needed..
It was a disaster..
I had to correct it anyhow.
How I wish I could remove some lemon juice from water to make it taste perfect again! But alas!
Some things can never be undone. Some things can never be changed. There was no way that I know of, to remove the extra lime..
So what was the solution then? The only way to correct this was to add four more glasses of water and dilute the lemon juice to make five glasses of fresh lime water..
This made me think.. Sometimes we cannot undo some things that have gone wrong in life..
Some wrong decisions, wrong choices, wrong investments, wrong actions, wrong associations, wrong words or wrong doings can never be undone..
So what is the solution then?
When you cannot correct what is wrong, do not waste more time over it. It is like attempting to remove lemon from water..
Instead, get busy in adding so many right things in your life that the wrong seems insignificant..
We all have a negative side to ourselves. We may not be able to remove or correct all our negativities. But we can definitely continue adding positive thoughts, positive reading and positive people in our lives and dilute the negativity..
We all have to deal with some easy people and some difficult people in our lives.
Do not waste time trying to change the difficult people. You will drain all your emotional energy in vain. Instead spend more time with the pleasant positive happy people and the difficult people will not affect you any more.
Everything in your life will never be perfect. Do not waste too much time correcting what is wrong.
Get busy doing the right things & keep enjoying....
The Taj Hotels group had invited Mr. Masai Imai from Japan to hold a workshop for its staff.
The staff were very skeptical: 'The hotel is doing excellent business. This person from Japan has no exposure to hotel industry. What exactly is he going to teach?'
But everybody gathered as planned for the workshop in the conference hall sharp at 9 AM.
Mr. Masai was introduced to them - a not so impressive personality, nor the English all that good; spoke as if he was first formulating each sentence in Japanese and then translating it into rather clumsy English.
"Good morning! Let's start work. I am told this is a workshop; but I see neither work nor shop. So let's proceed where work is happening Let's start with the first room on the first floor."
Mr. Masai, followed by the senior management, the participants, the video camera crew trouped out of the conference room and proceeded to the destination.
That happened to be the laundry room of the hotel.
Mr. Masai entered the room and stood at the window, "Beautiful view!" he said.
The staff knew it; they need not invite a Japanese consultant to tell them this!
"A room with such a beautiful view is being wasted as a laundry room. Shift the laundry to the basement and convert this into a guest room," said Mr. Masai.
Aah-Haa! Now nobody had ever thought about that!
The Manager said, "Yes, it can be done."
"Then let's do it," Mr. Masai said.
"Yes sir, I will make a note of this and we will include it in the report on the workshop that will be prepared," said the Manager.
"Excuse me, but there is nothing to note down in this. Let's just do it, just now," said Mr. Masai.
"Just now?" asked the Manager
"Yes, decide on a room on the ground floor/basement and shift the stuff out of this room right away. It should take a couple of hours, right?" asked Mr. Masai.
"Yes," said the Manager.
"Let's come back here just before lunch. By then all this stuff will have got shifted out and the room must be ready with the carpets, furniture etc. and from today you can start earning the few thousand that you charge your customers for a night," said Mr. Masai.
"Ok, Sir." The Manager had no option.
The next destination was the pantry. The group entered. At the entrance were two huge sinks full of plates to be washed.
Mr. Masai removed his jacket and started washing the plates.
"Sir, please, what are you doing?" the Manager didn't know what to say and what to do.
"Why, I am washing the plates," Mr. Masai said.
"But sir, there is staff here to do that," said the Manager.
Mr. Masai continued washing, "I think the sink is for washing plates, there are stands here to keep the plates, and the plates should go into the stands."
All the officials wondered, 'Did they require a consultant to tell them this?'
After finishing the job, Mr. Masai asked, "How many plates do you have?"
"Plenty, so that there should never be any shortage," answered the Manager.
Mr. Masai said, "We have a word in Japanese - 'Muda'. Muda means delay. Muda means unnecessary spending. One lesson to be learned in this workshop is to avoid both. If you have plenty of plates, there will be delay in cleaning them up. The first step to correct this situation is to remove all the excess plates."
"Yes, we will say this in the report." Manager.
"No, wasting our time in writing the report is again an instance of 'Muda'. We must pack the extra plates in a box right away and send these to whichever other section of Taj requires these. Throughout the workshop now we will find out where all we find this 'Muda' hidden."
And then at every spot and session, the staff eagerly awaited to find out 'Muda' and learn how to avoid it.
On the last day, Mr. Masai told a story...
"A Japanese and an American, both fond of hunting, met in a jungle. They entered deep jungle and suddenly realized that they had run out of bullets.
Just then they heard a lion roaring. Both started running. But the Japanese took a short break to put on his sports shoes.
The American said, 'What are you doing? We must first get to the car.'
The Japanese responded, 'No. I only have to ensure that I remain ahead of you.'..."
All the participants engrossed in listening to the story, realized suddenly that the lion would stop after getting his victim!
"The lesson is: competition in today's world is so fierce, that it is important to stay ahead of other, even by just a couple of steps. And you have such a huge and naturally well endowed country. If you remember to curtail your production expenditure and give the best quality always, you will be miles ahead as compared to so many other countries in the world," concluded Mr. Masai.
It is never late to learn...let us take out all the 'MUDA' OUT OF OUR LIVES.
How to do root cause analysis...
A Management lecturer was talking about Quality and it goes like that :
Lecturer : We all know Lord Ram went to spend 14 years in forest and Sita was kidnapped because of a quality issue.
Student : How is this anything to do with quality?
Lecturer : Tell me why did Sita go to forest with Ram ?
Student : Because she was his wife and respects his every decision.
Lecturer : OK but why did Ram go to forest ?
Student : Because his father Dasharatha told him to do so and he never deny his father.
Lecturer : OK why did Dasharatha send his son to forest ?
Student : Dasharatha offered his wife (Kaikeyi) two boons , and she chose to make use of them in the future. And she wanted her son to be king, so on the day of Rama's crowning, she asked Dasharatha to send Rama to exile reminding him of his promising boons.
Lecturer : So why did Dasharatha offer his wife two boons ?
Student : Because during a military campaign against Sambarasura, the wheel of Dasharatha's chariot broke and Sambarasura's arrow pierced the King's armor. She nursed the wounded King back to health. Touched by her courage and timely service, Dasharatha offered her two boons.
Lecturer: Hence Proved. The quality of Chariot's wheel was not up to the mark hence leading to kidnapping of Sita...!!!!
So the Quality is very important and if the quality of Chariot's wheel was good, the Ramayana wouldn't have happened
Did You Know?
Vijay Thakur, a mechanical engineer, was spurred to take up taxi driving 31 years ago after his wife, in a serious condition, was refused a ride to hospital in Mumbai.
His visiting card says ‘Free service for hospitalised patients’. Each passenger gets one, with an additional assurance from him, “You can call anytime in the night for medical emergency. I will come.”
Once a mechanical engineer with Larsen and Toubro, 62-year-old Vijay Thakur is now a taxi driver. For the last 31 years, he has been driving a black-and-yellow taxi — first a Fiat, now a Hyundai Santro. In a city where transport authorities regularly receive complaints of refusal to ply, not once has Thakur refused a passenger. The reason dates back to 1984.
The loneliness of the taxi-cab driver
It was 2 am when his wife Saroj Thakur, who had just undergone a miscarriage, complained of abdominal pain. Thakur tried to get an auto-rickshaw or taxi, but in vain. “For half an hour, I hailed auto-wallahs while my wife sat in pain,” says Thakur.
Saying “it hurt his mind” to see such apathy, he took voluntary retirement from L&T, bought a fiat for Rs 66,000 and got a taxi permit. Over the last 31 years, he says he has never regretted the decision.
Saroj admits she tried to persuade him against driving taxis for patients, and so did the entire family. However, she adds that emergency medical services are still an issue in the city.
Thakur now gets calls for delivery cases, from patients suffering from kidney stones, road accident cases and other physical injuries day and night. The back of his car has a white sticker: “Hospitalised patients are free in this taxi”. His monthly income, close to Rs 10,000 —- a drastic fall from Rs 65,000 per month at L&T —- comes from general passengers.
He is attached with two suburban colleges for taxi services. From one, a management institute, he says he learnt business management skills by talking to teachers and students. “I generated a business model. I got hold of every watchman in the neighbourhood and promised them Rs 20 as commission if they got me customers. Once I drove them, they always called me,” smiles Thakur. His little income, he says, comes because he never refuses to ply. Thakur claims he does not charge a single penny from patients so that they can utilise the money for treatment.
“Once, when my elder son was getting operated, I accidentally deposited Rs 10 less than the amount of Rs 43,000 at the hospital. It was a mistake. But the cashier said he would not process the payment until the full amount came in. Another man lent me Rs 10 then,” Thakur says. He lost his son to gangrene infection in 1999. Since then, he does not charge patients undergoing treatment.
Attired in a dull white shirt and brown pants, Thakur recalls how he learned driving in his father’s Morris Minor. From a 7 am to 5 pm job, he now drives at odd hours. “He has blood pressure and diabetes. His legs and hands pain because of continuous driving. There are no fixed hours. But he is happy,” Saroj says.
Thakur’s younger son Vineet and daughter-in-law Dipti are both managers in private firms. While the son drives a newly purchased Swift, Thakur says he travels only in his Santro. “It runs on gas, saves money,” he explains.
While his son stills objects to his driving, Thakur says he finds peace in doing humanitarian work. Once, he saw a car accident on December 31 and promptly transferred all the injured in his cab to R N Cooper hospital. The timely hospitalisation helped save the entire family, except one woman. “The family was ready to pay me any amount because of what I did,” Thakur says, then adds, “But a person in need of help should not be charged.”
He tries to convince his driver friends to never refuse any passenger. “But they need money. I can make do with whatever I have,” he says.
Kailash Khair gives the Taxi Name “Jeevan Daan Gadi”.
We salute this man for his incredible work and we hope, so many will inspire from him.
Be Inspired. Keep Inspiring...
SUDHA CHANDRAN , A DANCER WITH AN ARTIFICIAL LEG !!!
_/\_ INSPIRING STORY _/\_
“I view the accident as a blessing” she said. She has been a ray of inspiration to not only the disabled but also the able. She is a real life heroine. She is none other than Sudha Chandran.
Sudha met with an accident when she was 17. She took initial medical treatments to her injuries but later doctors have discovered gangrene had formed in her leg. She had no choice but to go through amputation. Her parents were heartbroken, she was the only child. She had to hide her sadness before them and she would go to bathroom and cry. She says that it had been the toughest part of her life. Eventually she got a Jaipur foot fixed and became one of most highly acclaimed dancers of the Indian subcontinent!
In 1984 a Telugu film Mayuri was made which was based on her life and she played herself in it. She became a successful Bharatanatyam dancer and an Indian film and television actress. Her decision to dance again after a gap of two years was met by thunderous applause. She received invitations from all over the world for her performances. She was honoured with various awards after she performed as far away from home as Europe, Canada and the Middle East.
She says, “Don’t be a victim of stress and distress. Just go out in the world and strive what you want to become”
Her life itself is a message. Kudos to such a brave-heart!!
Excellent message and i have read it many times n it still is afresh pls read :))
.................It was their anniversary, and Aarthi was waiting for her husband Rajiv to show up after office in the evening.
Things had changed since their marriage a few years ago, the once cute couple couldn't-live-without-each-other all these years, had turned bitter quarreling for petty issues and stopped talking, living under one roof as strangers.
Fighting over every little thing, both didn't like the way things had changed and Aarthi was waiting to see if Rajiv remembered as it was their anniversary today !!!!!!!
Just as the door bell rang...............she ran to find her husband drenched in rain and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand.
The two started to mend and re-live the old days. Making up for fights, then was d plan for champagne, light music as it's raining !! It was perfect.
But the moment paused when the phone rang..........
Aarthi went to pick it up and it was a man on otherside "Hello ma'am I'm calling from the police station. Is this Mr Rajiv Mehra's number?"
"Yes it is!"
"I'm sorry ma'am; but there was an accident and a man died".
We got this number from his wallet; we need you to come and identify his body."
Aarthi's heart sank.!!! She was shocked!
She said, But my husband is here with me?"
"Sorry ma'am, but the incident took place at 4 pm, when he was boarding the train."
Aarthi was about to lose her conscience.
How could this happen??? !!!!!!!
She had heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves !!!!!!
She ran into the other room with tears in her eyes.
He was not there. It was true !!!!!!!! had he left her for good ????? !!!!!
Oh God !!! She would have died for another chance to mend with him for every little fight they fought !!!!
She cried and fell on the floor in pain. She lost her chance !!! Forever !!!!
Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the door opened and Rajiv came out and said "Darling, I forgot to tell you that, my wallet got stolen today while coming in the train"...........on hearing this her heart cried for him and tears rolled down her face with happiness for being alive.
LIFE MIGHT NOT GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. SO NEVER WASTE A MOMENT WHEN YOU CAN STILL MAKE UP FOR YOUR WRONGS!!!
Let's start making amends.
And many more..........
No one has a promised tomorrow.
Have a wonderful Life with no regrets!
Have a wonderful day....enjoy every single moment from now on....keep smiling
SHARE this. This has to be one of the best messages till now !! ☺☺