Friendship

Lord kisna and sudama were friends .
Kisna became a King of Dwarka thrived and prospered where as sudama lead thy life of a poor Brahmin, living in a small but with his wife and kids. Many times sudama and his family wouldn't get enough to eat. Onne day sudamas wife suggested that he go and ask kisnas help. Sudama was relucty to seek favours, but he didnot want his kids to suffer. So his wife made a snacks from rice for kisna and gave it to sudama. He reached the palace gates where guards obstructed him by looking at his torn dhoti and pale looks. Sudama requested the guard to atleast inform kisna that his friend sudama has came to meet him. Guard reluctantly informs the king kisna. On hearing that sudama his childhood friend was here he ran barefooted to meet his friend sudama he hugs him welcome him to his palace . Sudama ashamed of his simple rice snacks bought by him for his friend kisna tries to hide but kisna the all knowing asks sudama his gift and eats his favorite vfice snacks. Sudama was overwhelmed by the kindness and compassion of showed by his friend, is unable to ask kisna for help. When he return home sudama finds that his guys was replaced by huge mansion, wife and kids are dressed in fine clothes.
Sudama realised how lucky he was to have a true friend like kisna.
Moral: True friend doesn't distinguish between rich and poor. They are always there for you when you need them.

Emotional Intelligence

EQ what we call Emotional Intelligence
First be interested in other people
Be a charm listner, listen when someone speaking to you
Increase your empathy, try to understand the pressures, responsibility and demands upon the person
Give generous amount of recognition
Every body wants recognition, it's easy to give and there's always something you can recognise.

Ya Give Yo receive

To understand the power of GIVING listen to the STORY:

It was a really hot summer’s day many years ago. I was on my way to pick up two items at the grocery store. In those days, I was a frequent visitor to the supermarket because there never seemed to be enough money for a whole week’s food-shopping at once.  You see, my young wife, after a tragic battle with cancer, had died just a few months earlier. There was no insurance -- just many expenses and a mountain of bills. I held a part-time job, which barely generated enough money to feed my two young children. Things were bad -- really bad.  And so it was that day, with a heavy heart and four dollars in my pocket, I was on my way to the supermarket to purchase a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread. The children were hungry and I had to get them something to eat. As I came to a red traffic light, I noticed on my right a young man, a young woman and a child on the grass next to the road. The blistering noonday sun beat down on them without mercy.  The man held up a cardboard sign which read, "Will Work for Food." The woman stood next to him. She just stared at the cars stopped at the red light. The child, probably about two years old, sat on the grass holding a one-armed doll. I noticed all this in the thirty seconds it took for the traffic light to change to green.  I wanted so desperately to give them a few dollars, but if I did that, there wouldn’t be enough left to buy the milk and bread. Four dollars will only go so far. As the light changed, I took one last glance at the three of them and sped off feeling both guilty (for not helping them) and sad (because I didn’t have enough money to share with them).  As I kept driving, I couldn’t get the picture of the three of them out of my mind. The sad, haunting eyes of the young man and his family stayed with me for about a mile. I could take it no longer. I felt their pain and had to do something about it. I turned around and drove back to where I had last seen them.  I pulled up close to them and handed the man two of my four dollars. There were tears in his eyes as he thanked me. I smiled and drove on to the supermarket. Perhaps both milk and bread would be on sale, I thought. And what if I only got milk alone, or just the bread? Well, it would have to do.  I pulled into the parking lot, still thinking about the whole incident, yet feeling good about what I had done. As I stepped out of the car, my foot slid on something on the pavement. There by my feet was a twenty-dollar bill. I just couldn’t believe it. I looked all around, picked it up with awe, went into the store and purchased not only bread and milk, but several other items I desperately needed.  I never forgot that incident. It reminded me that the universe was strange and mysterious. It confirmed my belief that you could never out give the universe. I gave away two dollars and got twenty in return. On my way back from the supermarket, I drove by the hungry family and shared five additional dollars with them.  This incident is only one of many that have occurred in my life. It seems that the more we give, the more we get. It is, perhaps, one of those universal laws that say, "If you want to receive, you must first give."