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Most of you know about Zen….if not

Zen is a school of Mahāyāna Buddhism. The word Zen is from the Japanese pronunciation of the Chinese word Chán (禪), which in turn is derived from the Sanskrit word dhyāna, which can be approximately translated as “meditation” or “meditative state”.

Zen emphasizes experiential Wisdom in the attainment of enlightenment. As such, it de-emphasizes theoretical knowledge in favor of direct self-realization through meditation and dharma practice. The teachings of Zen include various sources of Mahāyāna thought, including the Prajñāpāramitā literature and the teachings of the Yogācāra and Tathāgatagarbha schools.

The emergence of Zen as a distinct school of Buddhism was first documented in China in the 7th century CE. From China, Zen spread south to Vietnam, and east to Korea and Japan. As a matter of tradition, the establishment of Zen is credited to the South Indian Pallava prince-turned-monk Bodhidharma, who came to China to teach a “special transmission outside scriptures, not founded on words or letters….(Source Wikipedia)

Most of teachings from Zen-Buddhism are told in short and crisp stories. They are usually designed to develop the mind and to free it from distortions and so to connect with our spirit….

I would like to list some of the stories……….

A Cup of Tea

Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.

Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor’s cup full, and then kept on pouring.

The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. “It is overfull. No more will go in!”

“Like this cup,” Nan-in said, “you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?”


The master Bankei’s talks were attended not only by Zen students but by persons of all ranks and sects. He never quoted sutras nor indulged in scholastic dissertations. Instead, his words were spoken directly from his heart to the hearts of his listeners.

His large audiences angered a priest of the Nichiren sect because the adherents had left to hear about Zen. The self-centered Nichiren priest came to the temple, determined to debate with Bankei.

“Hey, Zen teacher!” he called out. “Wait a minute. Whoever respects you will obey what you say, but a man like myself does not respect you. Can you make me obey you?”

“Come up beside me and I will show you,” said Bankei.

Proudly the priest pushed his way through the crowd to the teacher.

Bankei smiled. “Come over to my left side.”

The priest obeyed.

“No,” said Bankei, “we may talk better if you are on the right side. Step over here.”

The priest proudly stepped over to the right

“You see,” observed Bankei, “you are obeying me and I think you are a very gentle person. Now sit down and listen.”

No Work, No Food

Hyakujo, the Chinese Zen master, used to labor with his pupils even at the age of eighty, trimming the gardens, cleaning the grounds, and pruning the trees.

The pupils felt sorry to see the old teacher working so hard, but they knew he would not listen to their advice to stop, so they hid away his tools.

That day the master did not eat. The next day he did not eat, nor the next. “He may be angry because we have hidden his tools,” the pupils surmised. “We had better put them back.”

The day they did, the teacher worked and ate the same as before. In the evening he instructed them: “No work, no food.”

Time to Die

Ikkyu, the Zen master, was very clever even as a boy. His teacher had a precious teacup, a rare antique. Ikkyu happened to break this cup and was greatly perplexed. Hearing the footsteps of his teacher, he held the pieces of the cup behind him. When the master appeared, Ikkyu asked: “Why do people have to die?”

“This is natural,” explained the older man. “Everything has to die and has just so long to live.”

Ikkyu, producing the shattered cup, added: “It was time for your cup to die.”

 Nothing Exists

Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. He called upon Dokuon of Shokoku.

Desiring to show his attainment, he said: “The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realization, no delusion, no sage, no mediocrity. There is no giving and nothing to be received.”

Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.

“If nothing exists,” inquired Dokuon, “where did this anger come from?”

The Stone Mind

Hogen, a Chinese Zen teacher, lived alone in a small temple in the country. One day four traveling monks appeared and asked if they might make a fire in his yard to warm themselves.

While they were building the fire, Hogen heard them arguing about subjectivity and objectivity. He joined them and said: “There is a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?”

One of the monks replied: “From the Buddhist viewpoint everything is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is inside my mind.”

“Your head must feel very heavy,” observed Hogen, “if you are carrying around a stone like that in your mind.”


A Zen student came to Bankei and complained: “Master, I have an ungovernable temper. How can I cure it?”

“You have something very strange,” replied Bankei. “Let me see what you have.”

“Just now I cannot show it to you,” replied the other.

“When can you show it to me?” asked Bankei.

“It arises unexpectedly,” replied the student.

“Then,” concluded Bankei, “it must not be your own true nature. If it were, you could show it to me at any time. When you were born you did not have it, and your parents did not give it to you. Think that over.”

So enough of Gyan…..have fun. Enjoy…….



No…I am not Joking…This is true…

In September 2008…..Chinese Shandong Airlines Flight CRJ7 carrying 7 Crew members and 69 passengers started from Guilin to Zhengzhou, traveled a distance of 500 miles. Everything was going well…but the real trouble started when the plane broke down shortly after it landed…….Yeah….and you know what the plane had to be removed from the runway,……and the best part or the only way to do it was to have passengers and airport staff push it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes you have read Correctly….This Plane was to be pushed……..wowwwww

The herculean task of moving this 20-ton vehicle half a mile took the group nearly two hours!!!!!!!!! and the only solace to the passengers was that they were not the only people pushing it…airport staff to joined in the amazing and never to be done task…

And after pushing this One worker was relieved that the plane wasn’t bigger. He was reported as saying, “Thank God it was only a 20-ton, medium-size plane … If it were a big plane, it would have knocked us out…………hmmm mentally prepared..

Check the photographs

Plane Pushed by Passengers

Plane Pushed by Passengers

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Plane Pushed by Passengers 2

Plane Pushed by Passengers 3

Plane Pushed by Passengers 3

Plane Pushed by Passengers 4

Plane Pushed by Passengers 4

AB’s Stroke: Thank god…i was not in that plane…damm i cant push my car..leave car..cannt push my bike….Thats great excerise for all the passengers….need to find out what happened to that arilines..and how much popularity it got…..They can boast of some thing like….The only Airline…when can push the planes………Or Fly with us…we will make you push you to the LIMITS……. Pheww…Hope all the low cost…why low cost..all the airlines need to seriously look into issues like this…i keep reading and hearing about some many.. small but definitely incidents which make the air travel not so safe….these airlines..need to take care of passengers….not only thinking about the best route..or maximum occupied routeeeeeeeeee…so plz do take of us guysssss.

And for all the travellers………. Eat well before you board a Plane….you never know..when you need to push a Plane….

Vedams Gyan

Do read this amazing and very inspiring story Pencil….. The Story of  Pencil by  Paulo Coelho taken from his book  Like The Flowing River

I liked this story very much……i hope and know what you all will do….


A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point, he asked:

‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:

‘I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.

‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’

‘That depends on how you look at things. It has Five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’

First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’

Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpener. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.’

Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice’

Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’

‘Finally, the pencils Fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. In just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action.’



Know what you are….Nice story

Posted: October 26, 2010 in Stories

A man found an eagle’s egg and put it in a nest of a hen. 
The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them.  
All his life the eagle did what the chicks did, thinking he was a chicken. 
He scratched the earth for worms and insects.  He clucked and cackled.And he would thrash his wings and fly a few feet into the air.    Years passed and the eagle grew very old. One day he saw a magnificent bird above him in the cloudless sky.It glided in graceful majesty among the powerful wind currents, with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings.   
The old eagle looked up in awe. “Who’s that?” he asked.  
“That’s the eagle, the king of the birds,” said his neighbor.”He belongs to the sky.We belong to the earth– we’re chickens.” 
So the eagle lived and died a chicken, for that’s what he thought he was.

Loved this one….liked it…This will help you know what you mtter where you are and how you are….

Moral Story-2

Posted: July 26, 2010 in Stories

Amazing Story….U will all enjoy….

One day a father and his rich family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be. They spent a day and a night on the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?” “Very good Dad!” “Did you see how poor people can be?” the father asked. “Yeah!” “And what did you learn?”

The son answered, “I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden; they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden; they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard; they have a whole horizon.” When the little boy was finished, his father was speechless. His son added, “Thanks, Dad, for showing me how ‘poor’ we are!”

AB’s Stroke: Isn’t it true that it all depends on the way you look at things? If you have love, friends, family, health, good humor and a positive attitude towards life — you’ve got everything! You can’t buy any of these things. You may have all the material possessions you can imagine, provisions for the future, etc.; but if you are poor of spirit, you have nothing!….What say u

Moral Story

Posted: July 26, 2010 in Stories

Hi All….do read the story below..Love this…

An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice, “Let me tell you a story.””I too, at times, have felt great hate for those who have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It’s like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times.”

“It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.”

“But the other wolf… Ah! The tiniest thing will send him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.”

“Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit.”

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather’s eyes and asked, “Which one wins, Grandfather?”

The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, “The one I feed.”

AB’s Stroke: What you Sow is what you Reap…..It is whe who decides to see good in people or bad… So always have control on Situation..or what you want…Rather than Situation taking Control of you