LOVE vs LUST

from my frnd nelly -
osho's

LOOK LOVINGLY ON SOME OBJECT… LOVINGLY is the key.

Have you ever looked lovingly at any object? You may say yes because you do not know what it means to look lovingly at an object. You may have looked lustfully at an object – that is another thing. That is totally different, diametrically opposite. So first, the difference; try to feel the difference.

A beautiful face, a beautiful body – you look at it, and you feel that you are looking at it lovingly. But why are you looking at it? Do you want to get something out of it? Then it is lust, not love. Do you want to exploit it? Then it is lust, not love. Then really, you are thinking of how to use this body, how to possess it, how to make this body an instrument for your happiness.

Lust means how to use something for your happiness; love means your happiness is not at all concerned. Really, lust means how to get something out of it and love means how to give something. They are diametrically opposite.

If you see a beautiful face and you feel love toward the face, the immediate feeling in your consciousness will be how to do something to make this face happy, how to do something to make this man or this woman happy. The concern is not with yourself, the concern is with the other. In love the other is important; in lust you are important. In lust you are thinking how to make the other your instrument; in love you are thinking how to become an instrument yourself. In lust you are going to sacrifice the other; in love you are going to sacrifice yourself.

Love means giving; lust means getting. Love is a surrender; lust is an aggression.What you say is meaningless. Even in lust you talk in terms of love. Your language is not very meaningful, so do not be deceived. Look within, and then you will come to understand that you have not once in your life looked lovingly toward someone or some object.

The second distinction to be made: this sutra says, LOOK LOVINGLY ON SOME OBJECT. Really, even if you look lovingly at something material, insentient, the object will become a person. If you look lovingly at it, your love is the key to transform anything into a person. If you look lovingly at a tree, the tree becomes a person.

Just the other day I was talking with Vivek, a close disciple, and I told her that when we move to the new ashram we will name every tree, because every tree is a person. Have you ever heard of anyone naming a tree? No one names a tree because no one feels love for it. If the case were otherwise, a tree would become a person.

Then it is not just one in a crowd, it becomes unique. You name dogs and cats. When you name a dog and you call it Tiger or something else, the dog becomes a person. Then it is not just one dog amongst other dogs, it has a personality; you have created a person. Whenever you look lovingly at something, it becomes a person.

And the contrary is also true. Whenever you look with lustful eyes toward a person, the person becomes an object, a thing. That is why lustful eyes are repulsive – because no one likes to become a thing. When you look at your wife with lustful eyes – or at any other woman, or man, with lustful eyes – the other feels hurt. What are you doing really? You are changing a person, a living person, into a dead instrument.

You are thinking of how to ”use,” and the person is killed. That is why lustful eyes are repulsive, ugly. When you look at someone with love, the other is raised. He becomes unique. Suddenly he becomes a person. A person cannot be replaced; a thing can be replaced. A ‘thing’ means that which is replaceable; a ‘person’ means that which cannot be replaced: there is no possibility of replacing him or her.

A person is unique; a thing is not unique. Love makes anything unique. That is why without love you never feel like a person. Unless someone loves you deeply, you never feel that you have any uniqueness. You are just one in a crowd – just a number, a datum. You can be changed.

OSHO
HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THAT...
GURU

ANALYSIS OF OFF-WORK LAIBILITIES

17May , 2010 @DEHRADUN a beautiful Monday starting with a enthusiastic thought…looking to apply for a driving license…with a help of a neighboring friend miss shaifali…
Now shaifali is kind of lady always helpful atleast to me…from response sheets to a recent DL experiment..
But bahut jaldi gussa ho jaati hai..(say somthing about her pig cum dog-MONTY)Praise the lord she didn’t ate me up on the way..as her small hereditary eyes were dictating the story…finally time was decided on 16th evening after couple of UPS and DOWNS…my Morning msg-“where would u like to meet me 9.30astley hall or 9.45 RTO(one of the biggest hell I have ever seen)?” then comes a reply “mere sath chal lena astley hall se” makes me feel pretty comfortable as dehradun girls usually look beard boys with a tiresome look… time fixed at 9:45am astley hall.. left house at 9.10am with a speed of 5km/hr, I cant walk more than it…suddenly it reminds me for the photocopies of the documents..10shops of premnagar and a single answer by everyone
“LIGHT NI HAI” as this the motto on the lips aftr 9in the morning..finally fetched up a shop on the premnagar chowk an old ally..always on service..but the speed reminded me of the atal bihari vajpaye former PM of ind.
Lastly made up in 7mins as time value was notable…oh my god !!! it was 9.30 at premnagar!!!
WHAT THE HELL I WAS DOING??? Changed gears to the speed of 17km/hr to hang out on the nearest bus ..conductor with a chirpy smile welcomes! Hardly reached IMA a msg comes “where r u?” followed by 2 ignored calls..replied IMA
Shaifali-“hai bhagwan” (blv me the quote reminds me well of the small temple in front of my house under the big banyan tree built by mr bhatia :)”)
Himanshu-“yar photostate ki shop dhund rat ha bas late ho gya,I will be there in 15mins reached panditwari,I knw its annoying but…“
Shaifali-“tumhara dhyan kaha rehta hai,ye sab kaam kal karna tha”
Atlast I cross ballupur with handful of scolding kind msgs …here comes the kishanagar chowk I granted my seat to a lady..not exactly beautiful but fair around 30s…I was waiting for thanks call but she didn’t even thanked me..might be that s the biggest problem in india ..
At bindal my cell rings “ab kaha pohche”
Replying standing is a major crime as with the support of one hand u could fall over a dirty lady of town,and all u get is a slang! bang bang boom boom!!!!
“I HATE YOU” was the next sandesh -a stricter
while driver changed the song-
“DEKHA HAI PEHLI BAAR SAJAN KI ANKHO ME PYAAR..
”bet this is the good way to lowering the temperature of crowd in 40*c…
My last msg-“mai uske liye jindagi bhar intzar kar skta hu,aur tum mere liye 5min bhi nahi?”
Here comes the end- and junior gaur reaches astly hall,she sitting over horse oppo to mcd in a violet uppers and grey lowers.still I expected a smile but…THERE IS ALWAYS A BUT..her eyes told everything



THIS WAS ALL I COULD CLICK ON THE WAY LIKE AN ACTIVE REPORTER- INDIANISM against inflation(is thr any1 who could xplain them ki inflation depends upon cost of services/goods,production and interest rates -HELL)


 Finally she started her mini-horse and I sat behind all set for the latest newton’s rule…
HERE NOW SHAIFALI BECOMES THE 4TH GIRL TO CARRY ME ON HER TWO WHEELER” After ritu,shruti,and deepanshi…after a responsible driving of 5mins we reach out the HELL better called

“PARIWAHAN NIGAM”-RTO

Rchd -parked I thanked her –“U DROVE WELL:” usko smaj ni aya I ALL got “haaan+ an annoying face?”
At counter my tongue slips of “passport form dena” that makes the girl smile ALL WITHOUT A MAJOR REASON
She comes out and I asked what to do? Reply comes”ISKO BHARWANA HAI KISI SE”
Finally we found her OLD relative not much shocked to see us together fills the form in 10mins “THEN I FIND THE GUY DESERVES TO SIT ON THE THRONE WHAT A SUBERB TIME MANAGEMENT “ and all that for free!
“shisksharthi licence counter”
Now the dirt begins…with a cracking voice “SERVER KHARAB HAI”
With a hope that server becomes right in couple of mins I stood on the doorway…wo ander chai peeta raha..mai dhoop me barbaad hota raha…tuff to describe wat hapend but easy to define..
n this girl was on 10feets distance standing on the side for sms conversation behaving like an untouchable beggar to me…oh jesus the dog comes !some hope -as the girl wants to leave for her “pendrive principle”
“tum kar loge” by a sms..i replied can u come to my left. Shaifali- “Y”? she didn’t bothered ..
finally my delicate shoulder is hit by a hand covering long sun-gloves…i wanted to speak to her
and suddenly my chance comes at the counter with much expectations I look in my form on the dogs paw!his eyes grew dim n finally wat hapend ??
THE ASSHOLE THREW MY FORM OUT OF THE WINDOW “ most disheartening moment of the day..is pe voter id card lagao..how hard I made the moron to understand…I was not one those ki throw bribes.. bitterly disappointed GURU..again the girl (shaifali)smiles but for what???no reason no joke inspite of a tragedy!! And she is still proud to b an Indian!!!!
I can say how much pain I m deserving today..aftr the pariwahan udhyan experiment..
Finally had a pepsi and a burger at local café on rajpur road..as I didn’t sat with her back.. .that is considered as a EMBARRASSMENT IN INDIANISM”
Walked home along with a Tibetan rally thanking INDIA …
in hot sun reminds her statement to me ”DIN ME DHOOP HOTI HAI”
Just had a curry chawal…mum out of house nana ji not well at rishikesh ..hope all is well
May jesus gives the strength !
amen

GURU

"how to improve your financial planning client relationships"

You can improve your relationships with financial planning clients by encouraging them to communicate honestly with you from the very beginning...these things often came to mind but mai humesha se deep sochne se darta raha...i blv'd that financial planning ko sirf upar se karo no need of going so deep,u know if that happens client can dominate u any time...

This is the main lesson I took away from mr. Jacob’s presentation on "How to Say Anything to Anyone: Paving the Way to Powerful Working Relationships" to the annual conference of the Financial Planning Association of INDIA,new delhi


Ask for honesty
mr Jacob suggested that audience members achieve this by saying, "I want a great relationship with you. If I do anything that violates your expectations, frustrates you or causes you challenges, please tell me. I promise I will say thank you."

Assuming that your client says "yes" to your request, then you can add, "I hope I can do the same with you." This sets the stage for two-way communication. If it works, you'll never be surprised again by a client defection.

I asked Jacob what he'd recommend saying after "thank you" when a client gives negative feedback. Don't say anything other than "thank you" right away, she suggested, because you'll feel defensive. Go away and think things over. You can follow up later.

Follow up with questions
Don't stop with your initial agreement to be honest with each other. Follow up with questions that help you to understand your client better, said Jacobs.

Here are some of her suggested questions:
1. Who was the best service provider you ever worked with?
2. What made him/her the best service provider?
3. What are your pet peeves?
4. Do you prefer email or voicemail?
5. What do you wish I would start, stop and continue doing?

I can see how these questions would benefit me as a service provider and a client. It's time to rev up my courage and start asking more questions.

I believe Jacob's approach could benefit you in your professional and personal life.

" MAKE A DIFFERENCE"

My friend Ajay sent this to me this morning and it felt soooooo good that I wanted to share it with all :) Thanx Ajay !!!!!
One day Maths teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name.

Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down.

It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual.

On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. 'Really?' she heard whispered. 'I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!' and, 'I didn't know others liked me so much,' were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students was killed in Kargil' war and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a serviceman before. He looked so handsome, so mature.

The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless .

As she stood there, one of the soldiers who acted as pallbearer came up to her. 'Were you Sanjay's math teacher?' he asked. She nodded: 'yes.' Then he said: 'Sanjay talked about you a lot..'

After the funeral, most of Sanjay's former classmates were there. Sanjay's mother and father were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher.

'We want to show you something,' his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket 'They found this on Sanjay when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it.'

Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Sanjay's classmates had said about him.
Thank you so much for doing that,' Sanjay's mother said. 'As you can see, Sanjay treasured it.'

All of Sanjay's former classmates started to gather around. Arjun smiled rather sheepishly and said, 'I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home.'

Prithwiraj's wife said, ' Prithwiraj asked me to put his in our wedding album.'
'I have mine too,' Rashmi said. 'It's in my diary'

Then Deepali, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. 'I carry this with me at all times,' Deepali said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: 'I think we all saved our lists'

That's when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Sanjay and for all his friends who would never see him again.

The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don't know when that one day will be.

So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late....


guruism@aol.in

""""INDIANISM"""

read it till the end then send me the feedback,

the two Ambani brothers can buy 100 percent of every company listed on the Karachi Stock Exchange (KSE) and would still be left with $30 billion to spare. The four richest Indians can buy up all goods and services produced over a year by 169 million Pakistanis and still be left with $60 billion to spare. The four richest Indians are now richer than the forty richest Chinese. [current rating shows the elder brother Mukesh’s total wealth is 22 billion US dollars]
In November, Bombay Stock Exchange's benchmark Sensex flirted with 20,000 points. As a consequence, Mukesh Ambani's Reliance Industries became a $100 bill ion company (the entire KSE is capitalized at $65 billion)
In 2004, India became the 3rd most attractive foreign direct investment destination. Pakistan wasn't even in the top 25 countries.
In 2004, the United Nations, the representative body of 192 sovereign member states, had requested the Election Commission of India to assist the UN in the holding elections in Al Jumhuriyah al Iraqiyah and Dowlat-e Eslami-ye Afghanestan. Why the Election Commission of India and not the Election Commission of Pakistan? After all, Islamabad is closer to Kabul than is Delhi.
Imagine, 12 percent of all American scientists are of Indian origin; 38 percent of doctors in America are Indian; 36 percent of NASA scientists are Indians; 34 percent of Microsoft employees are Indians; and 28 percent of IBM employees are Indians.


For the record: Sabeer Bhatia created and founded Hotmail. Sun Microsystems was founded by Vinod Khosla. The Intel Pentium processor, that runs 90 percent of all computers, was fathered by Vinod Dham.

Rajiv Gupta co-invented Hewlett Packard's E-speak project. Four out often Silicon Valley start-ups are run by Indians. Bollywood produces 800 movies per year and six Indian ladies have won Miss Universe/Miss World titles over the past 10 years.

For the record: Azim Premji, the richest Muslim entrepreneur on the face of the planet, was born in Bombay and now lives in Bangalore.India now has more than three dozen billionaires; Pakistan has none (not a single dollar billionaire).
The other amazing aspect is the rapid pace at which India is creating wealth. In 2002, Dhirubhai Ambani, Mukesh and Anil Ambani's father, left his two sons a fortune worth $2.8 billion. In 2007, their combined wealth stood at $94 billion. On 29 October 2007, as a result of the stock market rally and the appreciation of the Indian rupee, Mukesh became the richest person in the world, with net worth climbing to US$63.2 billion (Bill Gates, the richest American, stands at around $56 billion). Indians and Pakistanis have the same Y-chromosome haplogroup. We have the same genetic sequence and the same genetic marker (namely: M124).

We have the same DNA molecule, the same DNA sequence. Our culture, our traditions and our cuisine are all the same. We watch the same movies and sing the same songs. What is it that Indians have and we don't?

INDIANS ELECT THEIR LEADERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And also to mention: They think Construction of own nation, unlike other nations who are just concerned with destruction of others...
-GURU-south asia post