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Wednesday, March 4, 2009 12:56 PM 

One day I hopped in a taxi and we took off for the airport. We were driving in the right lane when suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, skidded, and missed the other car by just inches! The driver of the other car whipped his head around and started yelling at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really friendly. So I asked, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!" This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call, "The Law of the Garbage Truck."
He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it and sometimes they'll dump it on you. Don't take it personally.
Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Don't take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the streets.
The bottom line is that successful people do not let garbage trucks take over their day. Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so...Love the people who treat you right. Pray for the ones who don't.
Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you take it!

Have a garbage-free day!

Hamid,Toronto replied on Wednesday, March 4, 2009 01:21 PM 

Nice! Very well said Momin Bhai
Everybody on this forum have a garbage free day!

Azher syed, Manchester replied on Wednesday, March 4, 2009 01:33 PM 

Positive thinking Mr. Momin, thanx 4 sharing.

Ali11 replied on Wednesday, March 4, 2009 02:57 PM 

Momin (UK)

tons of thanks for sharing.

Momin (UK) replied on Wednesday, March 4, 2009 03:31 PM 

The Punjabi Story of Valentine's Day‏!

The Punjabi Story of Valentine's Day. In spite of what you have been told
by everyone, the truth is that Valentine's Day originated hundreds of years
ago, in India, and to top it all, in Punjab!!

It is a well known fact that Punjabi men continually mistreat and disrespect
their wives. One fine day, it happened to be the 14th day of February, one brave
Punjaban, having had enough "torture" by her husband, finally chose to
rebel by beating him up with a Velan (rolling pin).

Yes....the same Velan which she used daily, to make chapattis for him....only
this time, instead of the dough, it was the husband who was flattened. This was
a momentous occasion for all Punjabi women and a revolt soon spread, like wild
fire, with thousands of housewives beating up their husbands with the
Velan.

There was an outburst of moaning "chapatti-ed" husbands all over
Jallandhar and Chandigarh. The Punjabi men-folk quickly learnt their lesson and
started to behave more respectfully with their wives.

Thereafter, on 14th February, every year, the womenfolk of Punjab would beat up
their husbands, to commemorate that eventful day. The wives having the
satisfaction of beating up their husbands with the Velan and the men having the
supreme joy of submitting to the will of the women they loved. Soon the Punjabi
men realized that in order to avoid this ordeal they need to present gifts to
their wives....they brought flowers and sweetmeats. Hence the tradition began.

As Punjab fell under the influence of Western culture, that day was called
'Velan time' day. The ritual soon spread to Britain
and many other
Western countries, specifically, the catch words 'Velan time!'. Of
course in their foreign tongues, it was first pronounced to 'Velantime'
and then to 'Valentine'. And thereafter, 14th of February, came to be
known as Valentine's Day !!

Ali11 replied on Wednesday, March 4, 2009 06:00 PM 

lol ......

Waqar Latif replied on Thursday, March 5, 2009 03:23 AM 

Nice one Momin.. & Salute to that Taxi Driver.

JI replied on Thursday, March 5, 2009 05:35 AM 

Well said. Let us all pray we do not become garbage truck, but sometimes I have a feeling i unload my feeling on unrelated people.

This reminds me turkish story of a man who mudered a bus driver for 50cents. The author then goes back to that person's miserable day all day having lost a lot of money and other things and truck was getting full. In the evening it needed only 50cents dispute and sadely truck was unloaded.

regards
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