God is at the window.......

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their village. And he was given a flute to play with. He practiced, but he could never hit the target. And getting a little discouraged; he headed back to dinner.

As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.Just out of impulse, he let the flute fly, hit the duck square in the head, and killed it. He was shocked and grieved. In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile, only to see his sister watching. Seema had seen it all, but she said nothing. After lunch that day Grandma said, "Seema, let's wash the dishes." But Seema said, "Grandma, Joy told me he wanted to help in the kitchen." Then she whispered to him, remember the duck?So Joy did the dishes. Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Seema to help make supper." But Seema just smiled and said, "Well that's all right because Joy told me he wanted to help." She whispered again, remember the duck? So Seema went fishing and Joy stayed to help.
After several days of Joy doing both his chores and Seema's, he finally couldn't stand it any longer. He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug, and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing. But because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Seema make a slave of you."

Moral is : whatever is in your past, whatever you have done and the enemy keeps throwing it up in your face (lying, debt, fear, hatred, anger, Unforgiveness, bitterness, etc.) whatever it is you need to know that :-

*God was standing at the window and he saw the whole thing.
*He wants you to know that,he loves you and that you are forgiven.
*He is just wondering how long you will let the enemy make a slave of you.
*The great thing about God is that, he not only forgives you, but he forgets.

Modern GITA by some friend(nice one)

HEY PARTH ........
Increment nahin mila, bura hua..
Salary cut ho rahi hai, bura ho raha hai..

Retrenchment hoga, wo bhi bura hi hoga...
Tum pichhla review na hone ka paschataap na karo,
Tum agle review na hone ki chinta na karo,
Recession chal raha hai...

Tumhari pocket se kya gaya jo tum rote ho ?
Tum company ke liye kya business laye the jo tumne kho diya ?
Tumne aisa kaun sa product banaya tha jo scrap hogaya ?
Tum koi experience le kar nahin aaye the...

Jo experience liya company se liya...
Jo project kiya company ko diya...
Degree le kar aaye,
experience lekar chale...

Jo function aaj tumhara hai,
Kal kisi aur ka tha...
parson kisi aur ka hoga...

Tum isse apna samajh kar magn ho rahe ho,
Bas yahi khushi tumhari tension ka karran hai...
Kyon wyarth tension lete ho,
kis se wyarth darte hoKaun tumhein nikaal sakta hai ?

Policy change company ka rule hai,
Jise tum policy Change kehte ho,
Wahi to trick hai...

Ek pal mein tum millionare ho jaate ho,
Doosre hi pal mein tum stipend par aa jate ho...
Review, increment etc. etc. man se hata do..
Vichar se mita do phir company tumhari hai,
tum company ke ho...

Na yeh Increments tumhare liye hain,
na tum iske kabil ho..

Parantu job secure hai,
phir tumhein tension kyon hai?
Tum apne aap ko Company ko arpit karo,
Yahin sabse bada Golden Rule hai...
Jo is Golden Rule ko janta hai,
Wo review, incentive, recession se sarvada muqt hai....

Aisa hi hota hai…

Aisa hi hota hai…
K jisko jitna sambhalo..
Utna hi door chala woh jata hai !

Yakeen naa aaye ek bargi,
Lekin aisa wakyaa bhi hota hai …
Rota hai koi tootkar tanhai mein,
Phir bhi duniya mein woh hasta hai …

Lagta hai jaise mitai thi hasti,
Sab jaise ab hara hua sa lagta hai ..
Jaane kitne wade liye-diye,
Chhootne pe sab bojhil sa dikhta hai…

Aisa hi hota hai..
K jisko jitna sambhalo,
Utna hi door chala woh jata hai !

De jata hai sirf kuch ahsaas,
Phir sabkuch pehle sa hota hai ..
Karta hai kuch shikwa-shikayat,
Dil, lekin phir se shamil duniya hota hai..

Naa thamegi uski zindagi,
Naa yahan kuch rukta sa dikhta hai…
Malum hai tum sambhal jaaoge,
Dard toh sirf khone ka ik shayar ko milta hai ….