Do you want to become a Master mind ?
Do you want to become a marvellous person in your family?
Do you want to achieve brillant suuccess in your chosen area of activity?
Do you want to know the secrets of those who succeeded?
Do yiu want to motivate yourself similarly/
Do you want to succeed? Are you really serios?
Theen,this book is meant for you.
This boook will give you the inspiration, clear you illusions, remove the cob-webs of doubt and despair, gove you helpful and motivating hints, make you understand how to become a''Master Mind",achieve extraordinary succees, so that you yourself can become a Role Modeel for others and in turn ,motivate tenm to become ''Master Minds''.
Yes !All this is possible. Prioceed ahead with confidence You might say that earlier you tried , failed in your attempts ,got discouraged and left it at that. Or, may be ,are still struggling and not able to achieve a position of eminence. Did you everseriously analyse asto
Why you have not been able to achieve it so for ?
This is an important question . This requires careful analysis. Honestily , did yiu give your best ?
Usually, you would not fail, if you gave your undivided attention , planned carefully , prepared fully and implemened dailigentl.
what was the level of your DESIRE?
The answer is very simple .
How intense and how strong and how serious? Be Honest .
Usually, you were lacking the 'DESIRE?
The answer is very simple.
How intense and how strong and how serious? Be Honnest. Usually , you were lacking the 'Desire ;to the exteent necessary.
where is the question of not having the desire?' you would question .
sorry, you do have the 'Desire 'but not strong enough .It is lacking something in its intensity.
To put it in other words , You don't have the Burning desire or passion for it.
You don't have what is called the killer instinct
In short, you don't have the Fire inside to force you to acieve .
It ' s like the fuel in a rocket .
As you knwo , however sophisticated a rocket is, it can 't work unless there is fuel and that fuel is ignited.
There are many fuel -bunkers with that fuel in this book, waitingfor you .
Many people amde use of thisfuel inthe past.
Eg; those who have made 400 runs in aday in cricket when it was felt that making even 300 is too high .
those whohave broken the olmpic records in running ,which remained unchallnged for several years.
India is a peace loving country. After independence, India was partitioned into two different countries - India and Pakistan. Pakistan desired to include the Jammu and Kashmir but they failed in their attempt. When pakistani soldiers were enjoying the dance of the Indian dancing girls, the Indian soldiers managed to provide the back up team in the war field. Pakistan thus could not capture Kashmir and failed in their attempt. This failure has given birth to terrorism in India. According to Pakistanis, they are freedom fighters. They call it "Jehad" or holi war. However, in the past, freedom fighters fought for the sake of their mother land. They died to save the future of the country. We remember our fore fathers because of their great deeds and sacrifices. Each and every people participated in the war of independence, irrespective of their nature of work and standard of living. Men and women, everybody were fighters.
Today, the fight for power, land and money has changed the meaning and motive behind war. Freedom fighters are remembered forever. They are alive in our heart. On the other hand, when a terrorist die, we remember only his deadly activities and black veiled face. We curse them for their doings. India has threat of terrorism from not only Pakistan but also from other neighbouring countries. The borders of India are not totally sealed. Many a times terrorists enter the country through passes or by sea route or from the Nepal or Bangladesh borders.
The real motive of terrorist is to spread terrorism in the whole world. India has faced serious problems by the terrorist group called Al-Qaeda . Rather than Al-Qaeda, there are some other terrorist groups like Lashkar-e-Omar, Naxalists in central India, LTTE in the south, etc. Under world people are also known for spreading terrorism in Mumbai and other cities in India. Many a times during investigation,under world people are found connected with terrorists in blasts and other serious cases. Black veiled face is the only identity of a terrorist. They are devils in human form.
Terrorists work for money and no other means. Terrorist can be a man or a woman or a child. It has no face, no form and no identity, to be called human like us. They are trained with newly advanced technologies, guns, machineries, bombs, chemicals and biological weapons, etc. A terrorist can give birth to many terrorists. They have no fear, no tension and no feelings. Their mind is a mind of a destructor which is at first washed and then commanded to carry out anything inhuman in the world. Terrorists don't have any caste or religion or gender or age. Many youngsters are pushed in this work, of spreading terrorism. The basic reason behind such could be unemployement, corrupt political and judiciary systems and/or religious fights. Many corrupt swiss bank account holders finance them to carry out such deeds all over the world. The moment such corruption is stopped, terrorism would come under control to some extent. India is facing serious terrorist problem after independence.
Nobody can sleep peacefully due to the nightmare of bomb blasts. Some of the most horrible terrorist events which took place in India are Hijack of Indian Airlines in 1992, Mumbai Blasts in 1993, 2002, 2003, 2008 and now 2011, attack on Akshardham Temple, Parliament attack in 2001, Delhi High Court Blast 2011 and so on. Everything which is bad, comes to an end. I have a dream to see India as a peaceful and safe country free from any kind of terrorist activities. There will be no war, no agitation and no scream or cries. Only one thing which will exist is love.
Hsuan- tsang is the most famous of a number of Chinese travelers who came to India almost 2,000 years ago, to learn about the Buddha’s teachings.
The year was AD 630. The country was China.
A twenty-eight –year –old Buddhist monk, named Hsuan-tsang, set out on a pilgrimage to India. He wished to visit the land of Buddha, and to study Buddhism under the great Indian teachers of Nalanda.
But in China, there was a law that no one should leave the country. People who tried to leave were caught and punished.
Hiding by day and travelling at night, Hsuan- tsang and two companions reached a border town. They asked travelers and merchants about the Western route to India.
`The river Hu- lu lies to the north,’ people said. `It cannot be crossed in a boat, because its water flows at great speed. It must be crossed where it is very narrow.
Beyond the river, there are five watch- towers, with guards in them. The guards have bows and arrows. They shoot at anyone trying to cross. Between the towers is land with no water, and beyond them lays the desert.’
When Hsuan –tsang’s two companions heard this, they decided to turn back; and he went on alone.
On the way, he met an old man who was riding a thin red horse. The old man offered his horse to him. `My horse knows the way well,’ said the man `Take him.’
Now Hsuan –tsang remembered seeing just such a horse in a dream-a skinny old red horse, which was, however, strong. He changed his horse with the old man’s.
He reached the river, and saw a place where it was only ten feet across. Cutting long strips of wood from the trees growing nearby, he made a bridge, and led his horse across the river.
Coming to the first watch- tower, he hid himself, waiting for the night. But he began to feel hot and thirty. His water –bag was empty. There was a water-hole close to the tower. Crouching low he ran towards it.
He dark some water, and then dipped his bag into the water and waited for it to fill. Suddenly, an arrow whistled past him. A moment later, there was another arrow. He had been discovered! Hsuan –tsang cried out in a loud voice, `I am a monk from the capital. Do not shoot me!’ in a twinkling, soldiers surrounded him. They marched him off to the commander of the post.
So you are the monk going to India!’ said the commander. `I have heard about you.’
Hsuan- tsang was surprised, for the commander’s voice was kin. The commander pleaded with Hsuan –tsang to go back, but Hsuan –tsang did not agree. He then gave Hsuan- tsang food and water, and a letter for his cousin, who was the commander of the next watch-tower.
The cousin told Hsuan –tsang t keep away from the fifth watch-tower, where the guards were cruel. `From the fourth tower, go to the spring of the wild Horses.’
Hsuan- tsang’s way now lay across a desert called the River of Sand. Alone, with no landmarks to follow, he lost his way. He could not find the spring! His horse stamped its foot and jerked its neck, and his water-bag slipped and fell to the ground. He jumped down, but too late- the water seeped into the sand.
He thought of turning back. But then he remembered a dream he had before starting the journey. In his dream, a divine mountain rose from a great sea; the waves were high and wild.
In his dream, he walked into the waves, and steps appeared at his feet. With the help of these he got to the holy mountain, and then a great lifted him to the top!
Hsuan- tsang said to him, `it is better to die in the attempt to go the West, than to live by returning to the East.’
He travelled for four nights and five days without water. On the fifth night, asleep on the warm sand, he had a dream. He saw a divine being standing near him, who said, `why are you still sleeping and not pressing on with all your strength?’
Hsuan –tsang awoke. His horse also found the strength to get onto its legs again. When they had gone about three miles, the animal suddenly turned in another direction, and carried Hsuan –tsang to several acres of green grass. This was the spring he had been looking for!
Two days later, Hsuan- tsang came of the desert and reached the kingdom of Hami.
From Hami, Hsuan –tsang went to Turfan, a larger and richer kingdom to the west. The king of Turfan gave him an escort of thirty horses and twenty-four servants, and gold and silver for the expenses of his journey. He also gave him letters to be presented at the twenty –four countries on the way.
Soon, the desert was left behind. But now, snowy mountains lay ahead. The ice and snow lay in great piles which did not, neither in summer nor in winter. Of Hsuan –tsang’s party, fourteen men starved or were frozen to death.
But finally, the travelers reached Kabul, and then Kashmir. They were now in India!
Hsuan- tsang stayed in India for thirteen years. He returned to China in AD 645, more than fifteen years after he had set off on his pilgrimage. He had become a very famous monk by then. The emperor of China not only did not punish him, but received him with great honor. He was put in charge of a large group of monks, with whose help he translated the many valuable books he had brought from India.
Hsuan- tsang died in AD 664, honored and remembered in many lands.
Long ago, a scientist went to a rainy island to conduct some experiments. In doing so, he employed the services of the native tribal. He gifted the tribal raincoats to protect them from rains. The illiterate and ignorant tribal did not know what raincoats were used for. They preserved the raincoats when it started raining, and proudly put them on and flaunted them when the weather was clear.
These tribal did not know how to use the gift provide to them. But many a time it happens that people know how to make use of gifts but they use them; or rather misuse them in wrong ways. This is also called abuse.
The dynamite was invented by Alfred Nobel in order to break rocks, dig tunnels, and oil wells and reduce the physical exertion of the workers. Noble became very famous for this wonderful discovery. But soon people started misusing it in wars, causing death and destruction all over.
One morning when noble opened the newspaper, he was horrified to read his name in the obituary column. By mistake, the newspaper had reported the death of the wrong person. Nevertheless, Noble regained his composure and continued to read. He wanted to find out what people had said about him.
To his shock, he read `The king of dynamite is dead,’ `The merchant of death is no more.’ noble felt very quality that this is how he was going to be remembered. He was also pained that his gift was being misused, because he had actually invented it to help mankind.
Nobel had earned a lot of money by selling dynamite. When he died in 1896, he left behind 90, 00, 000 dollars, along with a will indicating that the interest on this money should be given as prizes to persons for their outstanding contributions to physics, chemistry, literature, medicine, peace and economics. This prize is the famous Noble Prize.
Atomic energy is another gift, which can be used to do wonders for mankind. It can be used to generate electricity, cure dieses like cancer, etc. but by using it to make atom bombs, this blessing is being turned into a curse.
*We must make the right use of gifts.
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