Jack and the Beanstalk

Once upon a time there lived a poor widow. She had an only son called Jack.

One day there was nothing in the cottage. So, Jack’s mother sent him to the market to sell their only cow.

On his way back, the boy met a man who stopped him. “Is your cow for sale?” he asked.

“Yes,” answered Jack.

“I can give you five beans for her,” said the man.

Jack argued that it was too less for a cow. “But, they are not the ordinary beans, they are the magic beans,” said the man.

After a little thought, Jack took the beans for the cow.

Jack reached home and showed his mother the beans. She became so angry that she snatched the beans from Jack’s hand and threw them out of the window. She would not listen when Jack said that they were magic beans.

“There is no such thing as a magic beans!” she said and sent Jack to be without any supper.

She was very wrong! The beans sprouted in the night and grew and grew and GREW! The next morning there was an enormous beanstalk growing outside the window.

“I am going to see what is at the top,” said Jack and began to climb the beanstalk.

“Be careful!” his mother warned.

Jack climbed higher and higher. At last he reached a world above the clouds.

He knocked on the first door he came to. The wife of a giant opened it.

“Oh! Don’t you know where have you come?” she asked, “Anyway, come inside.”

Jack told her that he felt hungry and she gave him the breakfast. He had just finished it when he heard the sound of heavy footsteps.

A voice shouted: “FEE FO FUM! I smell the blood of an Englishman!”

“Quick, You must hide! That is my husband, the Giant. He eats boys like you for his breakfast. Quick! Hide in the oven!” cried his wife.

Jack certainly did not want to be eaten. So, he quickly hid in the oven.

There was no one in the room when the giant came in. But, he was sure that he could smell a boy. He could not find him though he searched everywhere. So he had to eat Porridge for his breakfast.

When his plate was empty, he ordered his hen to come.

Jack was peeping from the oven, so he saw what happened next. “Lay hen!” said the giant. At once, the hen laid a large golden egg.

“Mother would like to own a hen like that!” thought Jack. He waited till the giant fell fast asleep. Then he crept from his hiding place. He picked up the little hen and tucked it inside his shirt. Then he quickly ran from the castle without waking the giant and climbed down with the hen.

“Mother! Look what I have got!” he said to his mother as she came out of the cottage.

The next morning, Jack climbed the beanstalk again and reached to the giant’s castle.

Once again, the giant’s wife called him in for breakfast. “FEE FO FUM! I smell the blood of an Englishman!” roared the giant.

This time Jack hid in a drawer. Though the giant searched and searched but he could not find anyone. So, he had to eat porridge once more for breakfast. When the giant had finished his porridge, he called for his harp.

“Sing harp!” he ordered. At once the harp sang though the giant did not touch its string even once.

“Mother would like a harp which sings by itself!” Jack thought.

The giant fell asleep soon and Jack crept out from his hiding place. He stretched out his hand to pick up the harp, but as soon as he touched it, the harp cried loudly, “Master! Master! Wake up!”

Jack quickly pushed the harp into his shirt to muffle its voice, but it was too late.

The giant jumped up from his bed with a roar. “FEE FO FUM!” he cried. “I knew I could smell the blood of an Englishman!”

Jack dodged between the giant’s fingers and ran as fast as he could to the top of the beanstalk.

“FEE FO FUM!” the giant shouted and followed Jack.

Jack climbed down the beanstalk. He could feel it shaking dreadfully. He could also feel the giant’s breath blowing like a strong wind, as he shouted again, “FEE FO FUM!”

Jack’s mother was frightened to see the giant as she came out of the cottage.

“Quick, mother! Give me the axe!” Jack shouted to her. He jumped the last few feet to the ground and took the axe she gave him.

Then, with a mighty blow, he cut the beanstalk. It fell to the ground with a tremendous crash and made a hole so very deep that neither the giant nor the beanstalk were seen again.

Now Jack and his mother lived happily ever after. The hen laid golden eggs so that they became quite rich and were never poor again.

By: Shaloo9, for www.whereincity.com

Lazy John

One day there is a boy named John, he is always called lazy John because when they see him he is just lying and sleeping with his mouth open at under the guava tree; what his neighbors know is the reason why John is lying on a bench wit his mouth open under the guava tree is beacuse he is waiting for the guava to fall in his mouth.

“Hmmp!! you are really lazy John! look! I know you can pick the guava and eat it, but you did not do that because you are lazy!”, Mr. Elmo said.

“No Mr. Elmo, The truth is I really prepare soe guava for you; here take a basket of guava”, John replied.

Oh! tank you, but I still don’t believe you…, Mr.Elmo said.

Then next that arrived is Mrs. Therese with her maiden daughter Janette.

“Look John, how can you live if you will not work!!”, Mrs. Therese said in her loud voice.

“No Mrs. Therese, how will I like your daughter Janette, if I will not be able to work so that we can live alone??”, John said. “Oh! I forgot! here is some salmon fish from my mini fishing area.”

“Oh!! is that true that you are giving me fishes?? How did you get this? wow! and it is big and healthy!!”, Mrs. Therese asked him.

Janette said, “Yes, mother that is the fishes John caught this morning; and it is true that John is not lazy”

Mrs.therese thinked, “If it is true, then why we don’t see you working??”

John explained, “Beacause I work at very early in the morning while the sun is not shining, because i feel comfortable if I will work very early.”

Now all of the people in the neighborhood realized that John is not really lazy, but he is very active with his work.

By: Isay Ambalada for www.whereincity.com

Concentration

Hi! My name is Harry Newton. My ancestor, Isaac Newton, figured out that every action has an equal an opposite reaction. And I feel proud to let you all know more about my ancestor.

Concentrate kid, concentrate if u doesn’t concentrate you can never get good ranking. The competition is so very tough these days, that you are all but whiling away your time playing cricket, watching movies, wasting your time? Hey!! Haven’t we heard all the parents & teachers saying so hundreds and hundreds of times? Don’t you want to be successful & world famous as Isaac Newton?

I’m sure all of us in our lower classes have come across his gravitational theory & his three well-known laws of Motion? I bet we much just have forcibly given an entry to these theories without understanding or concentrating on how he formulated them.

Sir Isaac Newton was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had his own hardships which ignited in him a passion to learn, know more and more. Infect his thirst to know more was so deep that he would sit in his library digesting in the knowledge stored in those books which were considered by others merely a collection to store books of information but make no effort to gain them. This childlike curiosity led him to make some very important discoveries. It was almost like any other day, when Newton was absorbed in his books which in future could lay the greatest foundation for Physics. A bright sunny afternoon, when there was a knock at the door. There was a visitor, of course a friend of Newton who had come over to have lunch with him. Hour after hour passed with no sign of the scientist coming out of his study room to greet his friend or to have his lunch. The lunch prepared for the guest and Newton was turning cold and thus assuming that Newton would not turn up for lunch, his friend finished off his lunch and went back without meeting his host. So engrossed was Newton involved in studying and working with experiments that it was after a gap of two hours did he realize that he had missed his lunch. As he walked towards the dining table where the lunch had been arranged, he found out that everything was empty, looked liked as if it had been clean washed. Shrugging his shoulders in merry, Newton infect blessed his memory for not forgetting to have his lunch.

It was not that he was foolish to forget such a small thing but it was his genuine concentration and his devotion to the process of learning and studying which made him invent and discover great things, which seemed to be not less than a miracle in those times. A Salute to the world’s renowned scientist who gave in his life for Science and Humanity.

See, you need not have almonds for memory, tonics for increasing your interest in studies all that you have to inculcate in you 6 virtues for gaining concentration. The greatness and right to know and gain knowledge. Tolerance to pursue until you reach your dream to turn into reality. And all but of course ‘Detachment’ from distractions.

Cultivate in you these virtues and am sure the day is not far off when we can have more and more of Isaac Newton’s all over the world.

By: Aadwitiya, for www.whereincity.com

The Farmer and his Sons

A Father, being on the point of death, wished to be sure that his sons would give the same attention to his farm as he himself had given it.

He called them to his bedside and said, “My sons, there is a great treasure hid in one of my vineyards.”

The sons, after his death, took their spades and mattocks and carefully dug over every portion of their land.

They found no treasure, but the vines repaid their labour by an extraordinary and
superabundant crop.

Moral:
Industry sometimes pays unexpected dividends.

Beggars and Sardars

An excellent response by a true Sardar:

Hello friends!! (This is not a Joke)

Well, my friend, told me the following incident which i wish to share with you. It has had a deep impact on my thinking.

In the diwali vacation, Jayant and his couple of friends had gone to delhi. They rented a taxi for local sight-seeing.

The driver was a old sardar, and boys being boys, Jayant and his pals began cracking sardarji jokes, just to insinuate the old man.

At the end of the sight-seeing, they paid up the hire-charges. The sardar returned the change.

Moreover, he gave each one of them one rupee extra and said, “beta, since morning you have been telling sardarji jokes. I listened to them all and let me tell you, some of them were in a very bad taste.

Still, I don’t mind coz I know that you are young blood and are yet to see the world. But I have just one request. Here I am giving you one rupee each. Give it to the first sardar beggar that you come across in this city.”

My friend continued, “That one rupee coin is still with me. I couldn’t find a single sardar begging on the streets of Delhi.”

Friends, SIKHS ARE ONE OF THE MOST PROSPEROUS AND DIVERSIFIED COMMUNITIES IN THE WORLD. The secret behind their UNIVERSAL success, according to me, is their willingness to do any job with utmost dedication.

A sardar will drive a truck or set up a roadside garage or a dhaba, but he will never beg on the streets.

Renewal

Once upon a mid-life’s dreary
Crisis lerked to break from theory
Realizing thoughts of dread
Made me wish that I was dead

Holding on for my dear life
I prayed God would relieve my strife
Broken down and unbelieving
In my heart and mind still grieving

Most days worse, but some days not
Oft escaping to my cot
Jotting down my thoughts of fear
Praying that somehow they’d clear

Resisting frantically the urge
To walk away from life to purge
Sinking deep in misery
Wishing not for me to be

And in my quiet desperation
Came God’s word of my salvation
Reminding me I could not win
My battles in this life with sin

Inviting me to come back home
No longer to face life alone
Relying on His grace and love
I sought renewal from above

At once, my burdens seemed to lift
As I hunkered neath the cleft
“Rock of ages, cleft for me –
Let me hide myself in Thee”

Age old hymns came to resound
As new hope and strength I found
By turning back to trust in Him
Holding tightly on a limb

Thus began renewals journey
His grace and love – my hearts doorkey
Releasing me from all my woe
His grace and love in me to show

By: John Galyon on http://www.bibliofaction.com