Meena Mangalathil:

We can't do great things in this life . . .   We can only do small things with great love.   -- Mother Theresa One day a man was walk­ing along the beach when he noticed a boy pick­ing some­thing up and gen­tly throw­ing it into the ocean. Approach­ing the boy, he asked, “What are you doing son?” The boy replied, “Throw­ing starfish back into the ocean.   The waves are up and the tide is going out.  If I don’t throw them back, they’ll die.” “Son,” the man said, “don’t you real­ize there are miles and miles of beach and hun­dreds of starfish?   You can’t make a difference!” After lis­ten­ing politely, the boy bent down, picked up another starfish, and threw it back into the waves.  Then, smil­ing at the man, he said…” I made a dif­fer­ence for that one.” Each action has its importance, In this story, the boy was trying to save the starfish. No one is going to give him any awards for saving the star fishes and the star fishes are not going to thank him either, for saving t

                I have heard, thoughts travel fast and it is the most best means to communicate too. But last day, I had the weirdest experiences which made me think, “How come?” I was thinking of my friend who was states away from me. It had been months, since I contacted her. So I thought, I’ll make a call. I called and the very first thing, she said was, “Miss, I had been really wishing, that you called and for the past two days, she was doing just that. (You might think, why didn’t she call. She didn't have my number). Then I knew that what the sages said is true. Thoughts really can communicate because the  two days, she had told, was indeed bogged with thoughts of the said friend and making my heart mushy and making me feel to call her, but several reasons cropped up to postpone the act. But in the end, I called and the feeling stopped. “Why is it so?” Well, the explanation is thus, “Thoughts too are made of atoms. Just like electricity, these atoms, when sent out to nature

             This story I read from the net. Its about a shop owner who sold chicken. He was a very successful man. So his chicken were sold almost by afternoon. One day, the lady, who was literally his neighbour came to buy chicken and only one was left in his shop. She asked for  chicken and he weighed the one he had and it was nearly 2 kgs. So she said, she’d like to have a chicken which was more than 2 kgs. So he put the chicken back and took it out again and weighed it and it weighed more than 2 kgs. So she asked to dress and pack the two chickens. Just imagine the situation of the shop keeper.             Lie is one thing which comes in different colours and white lie is very famous. As per human culture, we are allowed to say white lie. But whatever the colour, lie would always be a lie, don’t you think? How about truth,  which is colourless, most of the time and also its consequences too but it really brings peace of mind.             Life has its ups and downs but if you thin

          Yesterday I watched the movie, Sister Act. I do not know, how many times, I have watched this movie. But it has really moulded my life a lot. The main character, Sister Mary Clarence, who has a past, is running away from it and gets into the most sanctified of places, where she feels suffocated. But eventually her life changes or lets say, she gets transformed. She is involved in what she likes best, singing. The funny part is the mother superior, who couldn’t tolerate Sr. Mary Clarence gave her duty to sing as punishment. But that became a blessing for both the sisters. She not only bloomed but helped the other sisters who got stagnant in their call to serve God renew their love for God and brought the people around to know God. In the process Sr. Mary Clarence was relieved from her past.           That is life, a maze and the people, the pointers. Some help us to lead to our destination very quickly. Those people are the people who hurt us more. We should be thankful to

          I had not known the value of hope until I lost it. It was not that bad. I had lost the sense to feel. I was normal outwardly. No tears, just smile, in short I was an automaton. I had nothing to lose or gain just a dead person inside. It was at that time I happened to stay with a group of nursing students. Seeing their work schedule and their daily routine, there was nothing. Their life was just like mine, a robotic life, work, sleep and eat, but they had one more thing, which I hadn’t, lots of expectations and hope. Its good, they have just stepped into life. Its just a beginning for them. If ever they talk, it was about their patients, their diseases, the doctors, the other staff, the complaints, the gossip.           In all these talk, there was one thing in common on a daily basis. Most of the patients didn’t want to live. 90% were poison cases. They consume all the weird poisons, I have ever heard, one consumed Neurobion, its actually a B complex tablet, another, toil

            I go to this place every year to have my system checked up – A Thorough Check Up. It was not a 'one fine day morning decision', It has now become a yearly tryst. “As you all have heard about the saying “Precaution is Better Than Cure.” I make sure, that I do my thorough check and do the necessary rectification, before my system shuts down wholly. You might be thinking about which  place and which system.             The place is a Retreat centre, and the system, my soul. Now you might be thinking, why all these junky talk. Anyway do hear me first. So, this year, as usual, my spiritual clock went off when my last year’s spiritual energy started dwindling, I really started getting so much screwed up and a feeling of loneliness and depression started to creep in,  I knew  then , “Meena, it's time to look around for a place to recharge your energy. But there was a problem, I didn’t know any place where I could literally leave my Self into the hands of God. So as usu

            I had a picture of Delhi before I arrived, its usually, the best view, which they project in news channels and news papers – A clean Delhi, usually it would be the Red Fort and its road, where not a strand of hair lies on roads and coming from the airport too, I didn’t have a clue, what was awaiting me, then it started trickling bit by bit, garbage, here and garbage there, then the dogs – stray dogs. I was shocked to see it, as Delhi is famous for Animal Welfare Societies who treats the animals with much care and voicing all sort of legal issues in papers, that I was struck with the pathetic situation of the dogs here. Since it was dark, I didn’t have much option of going to look for it, but to settle for the night. Dogs are the best friend of Man. That I cannot deny but when the dog overgrows from friend to a burden, then what would be the situation of the dog? Well it has to roam about the streets, naturally and ultimately be a stray dog. These stary dogs don’t abstain fr