tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62896317947615739792024-02-08T09:45:48.930+05:30Moral StoriesMoral stories are about the lesson and message expressed through an event or story. Stock characters are used to simplify the moral of the story and enable writer to convey clear message. Morals have characteristically been more understandable in children's literature.Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.comBlogger273125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-29494113890381844772014-02-03T13:49:00.002+05:302014-02-03T13:49:59.713+05:30The Boy and The WolfOnce there was a shepherd boy who had to look after a flock of sheep. One day, he felt bored and decided to play a trick on the villagers. He shouted, “Help! Wolf! Wolf!”
The villagers heard his cries and rushed out of the village to help the shepherd boy. When they reached him, they asked,
“Where is the wolf?”
The shepherd boy laughed loudly, “Ha, Ha, Ha! I fooled all of you. I was only Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-63054125589020377402014-01-16T14:33:00.000+05:302014-01-16T14:33:25.415+05:30True Story Against RacismThe following scene took place on a BA flight between Johannesburg and London. A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air Hostess. Madam,what is the matter, the hostess asked you obviously do not see it then?
She responded. You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-74345382678952258102014-01-06T16:11:00.000+05:302014-01-06T16:11:01.212+05:30Seed of HonestyA successful business man was growing old and knew it was time to choose a successor to take over the business.Instead of choosing one of his Directors or his children, he decided to do something different. He called all the young executives in his company together.
He said, “It is time for me to step down and choose the next CEO. I have decided to choose one of you.”
The young executives were Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-84057644740999047572013-12-31T14:00:00.000+05:302013-12-31T14:00:02.109+05:30Four Wives and LifeOnce upon a time. There was a rich merchant who had 4 wives. He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her & gave her nothing but the best.
He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He’s very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in fear that she might run away with someVikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-15347827518213332702013-12-27T13:17:00.003+05:302013-12-27T13:17:41.976+05:30How to control Short Temper?
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was talented, creative, handsome, and extremely bright. A natural leader. The kind of person everyone would normally have wanted on their team or project. But he was also self-centered and had a very bad temper. When he got angry, he usually said, and often did, some very hurtful things. In fact, he seemed to have little regard for those around him. Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-23824985918740032412013-12-23T16:37:00.003+05:302013-12-23T16:39:39.460+05:30GENEROSITYMahatma Gandhi went from city to city, village to village collecting funds for the Charkha Sangh. During one of his tours he addressed a meeting in Orissa.After his speech a poor old woman got up. She was bent with age, her hair was grey and her clothes were in tatters. The volunteers tried to stop her,but she fought her way to the place where Gandhi Ji was sitting.
“I must see him,” she Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-66727840057164881532013-12-16T14:16:00.001+05:302013-12-16T14:16:51.937+05:30Never Feel RejectedOnce, there was this guy, who was in love with a girl. She wasn’t the most beautiful and gorgeous but for him, she was everything. He used to dream about her, about spending the rest of life with her. His friends told him, “why do you dream so much about her, when you don’t even know if she loves you or not? First tell her your feelings, and get to know if she likes you or not”.
He felt that wasVikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-67412941157940155932013-12-12T15:08:00.002+05:302013-12-12T15:08:30.146+05:30Reflection of LifeA son and his father were walking on the mountains.
Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!”
To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: “AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Curious, he yells: “Who are you?”
He receives the answer: “Who are you?”
And then he screams to the mountain: “I admire you!”
The voice answers: “I admire you!”
Angered at the Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-83725387329835170862013-12-05T14:34:00.001+05:302013-12-05T14:34:04.691+05:30Story of a Glass of WaterRead this small story; Hope that makes a BIG change in YOU.
The Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it. He held it up for all to see & asked the students “How much do you think this glass weighs?”
’50gms!’….. ’100gms!’ …..’125 gms’ …the students answered.
“I really don’t know unless I weigh it,” said the professor, “but, my question is:
What would happen if I Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-83465078571186039992013-11-20T21:24:00.001+05:302013-11-20T21:58:27.727+05:30THE OBSTACLE IN OUR PATHIn ancient times, a king had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.
Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the king for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the big stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-25496860660096072942013-11-18T21:13:00.002+05:302013-11-18T21:13:20.904+05:30Friendship....A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand "Today my best friend slapped me in the face".
They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who hadVikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-16244128093083660792013-11-12T21:54:00.000+05:302013-11-13T17:28:32.297+05:30Parable of the Pencil
The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before
putting him into the box. “There are 5 things you need to know,” he told the
pencil, “Before I send you out into the world. Always remember them and never
forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be.”
One: “You will be able to do many great things, but only
if you allow yourself to be held in someone’s hand.”
Two: “You Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-13724107926769676992013-11-10T12:31:00.000+05:302013-11-10T12:31:18.528+05:30Success depends upon maturityMaturity is many things. It is the ability to base a judgment on the big picture, the long haul. It means being able to resist the urge for immediate gratification and opt for the course of action that will pay off later.
One of the characteristics of the young is “I want it now.”
Grown-up people can wait.
Maturity is perseverance–the ability to sweat out a project or a situation, in spite of Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-9474975107548284742010-07-25T11:44:00.001+05:302010-07-25T11:46:11.488+05:30LAUGHTER IS CHEAP MEDICINEI know a couple who works in the pharmaceutical industry. He is a sales representative and she is a pharmacist. When asked what they do for a living, he is quick to reply, "She makes drugs and I sell them."I believe it was Lord Byron who said, "Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine." And they're finding that to be true - quite literally.A woman diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis wrote Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-62471220617613104842009-10-07T09:28:00.001+05:302009-10-07T09:31:16.037+05:30Kindness of a StrangerIt was a bitter, cold evening in northern Virginia many years ago. The old man's beard was glazed by winter's frost while he waited for a ride across the river. The wait seemed endless. His body became numb and stiff from the frigid north wind.He heard the faint, steady rhythm of approaching hooves galloping along the frozen path. Anxiously, he watched as several horsemen rounded the bend. He letVikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-60680489987867866052009-08-10T10:48:00.000+05:302009-08-10T10:51:12.370+05:30Know all the facts.......!One old man was sitting with his 25 years old son in the train. Train is about to leave the station. All passengers are settling down their seat. As train started young man was filled with lot of joy and curiosity. He was sitting on the window side. He went out one hand and feeling the passing air. He shouted, "Papa see all trees are going behind". Old man smile and admired son feelings. Beside Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-11156464428162206012009-06-17T09:30:00.001+05:302009-06-17T09:32:17.681+05:30His Mysterious WaysFor years my daughter, Candi, and I had talked about canoeing the Yellow River in the Florida panhandle. Finally, during one of her college breaks, we decided to go for it.We were only half an hour into our trip when the sky turned dark and thunder rumbled in the distance. The current picked up, and I grew uneasy about the rising water.The rain came down quickly in wind-whipped sheets and the Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-81068840918622254622009-06-09T09:11:00.001+05:302009-06-09T09:13:59.677+05:30The Wet PantsThere is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the front of his pants are wet.He thinks his heart is going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how this has happened. It's never happened before, and he knows that when the boys find out he will never hear the end of it..When the girls find out, they'll never speak to him again as Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-39055911108197411592009-05-27T09:18:00.000+05:302009-05-27T09:20:32.376+05:30Reasons, Seasons, Lifetime FriendshipsPeople come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON, or a LIFETIME. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do. When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-75282052494169900382009-05-27T09:15:00.003+05:302009-05-27T09:16:53.178+05:30The Fear"I am fear. I am the menace that lurks in the path of life, never visible to the eye but sharply felt in the heart. I am the father of despair, the brother of procrastination, the enemy of progress, the tool of tyranny. Born of ignorance and nursed on misguided thought, I have darkened more hopes, stifled more ambitions, shattered more ideals and prevented more accomplishments than history could Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-44797593497661546162009-05-19T11:47:00.002+05:302009-05-19T11:51:56.483+05:30Permission to CryAlone in the wheel of light at the dining room table, surrounded by an otherwise darkened house, I sat in tears. Finally, I'd succeeded in getting both kids to bed. A relatively new single parent, I had to be both Mommy and Daddy to my two little children. I got them both washed, accompanied by shrieks of delight, crazy running around, laughing and throwing things. More or less calmed down, they Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-50780287212653170382009-05-06T09:23:00.003+05:302009-05-06T09:30:51.257+05:30Be PatientA man came out of his home to admire his new truck.To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck.The man ran to his son, knocked him away, and hammered the little boy’s hands into pulp as punishment.When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-81285101945726488722009-04-22T09:37:00.001+05:302009-04-22T09:39:24.603+05:30The Ant and The DoveOne hot day, an ant was searching for some water. After walking around for some time, she came to a spring.To reach the spring, she had to climb up a blade of grass. While making her way up, she slipped and fell into the water. She could have drowned if a dove up a nearby tree had not seen her. Seeing that the ant was in trouble, the dove quickly plucked off a leaf and dropped it into the water Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-19352141502149255032009-04-07T09:31:00.001+05:302009-04-07T09:33:51.581+05:30A Matter of TrustDuring a flight between New York and Chicago, the captain made this announcement over the plane's intercom: "Our number four engine has just been shut off because of mechanical trouble.There is nothing to worry about, however, we can still finish the flight with just three engines, and besides, you will be reassured to know that we have four bishops on board."An 86-year-old woman called the Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289631794761573979.post-49894102544212863842009-04-01T13:42:00.001+05:302009-04-01T13:44:01.795+05:30The Farmer and The StorkFinding that cranes were destroying his newly sown corn, a farmer one evening set a net in his field to catch the destructive birds. When he went to examine the net next morning he found a number of cranes and also a stork."Release me, I beseech you," cried the stork, "for I have eaten none of your corn, nor have I done you any harm. I am a poor innocent stork, as you may see - a most dutiful Vikas Goyalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12677571188219230601noreply@blogger.com1