MOTIVATIONALS FOR TEACHERS

 

Please do watch  Everlastingly Inspiring, Incomparable Silent National Anthem                               http://www.youtube.com/embed/Kk02qPlnS2E?rel=0

Amitabh Bachchan’s I am Proud to be an

28th NOVEMBER 2013 CONTRIBUTION FROM KAMLA MURTI

BEING DIFFERENT – BEAUTIFUL PRESENTATION
 WITH GOOD VALUES/USEFUL GUIDELINES FOR SUCCESS

PLEASE GO THROUGH THE ABOVE PRESENTATION CLICK BY CLICK

         When it rains, all the birds fly for shelter but eagle avoids the rain by flying above the clouds.
Problem is common to all but our mind set in facing it makes the difference.
Never tell yourself that sky is the limit when there are footprints on the moon.
A Happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a 
person with a  certain set of attitudes. 

be different ( POWERPOINT PRESENTATIONS)

               Aug.2013 Contributions from Mrs. Kamla Murti , KV CLRI Chennai

The Best of Success  A Treasury of Inspiration

The year was 1983. In Australia, the long-distance foot race from Sydney to Melbourne was about to begin, covering 875 kilometers—more than 500 miles! About 150 world-class athletes had entered, for what was planned as a six-day event. So race officials were startled when a 61-year-old man approached and handed them his entry form.
His name was Cliff Young, and his “racing attire” included overalls and galoshes over his work boots.

At first, they refused to let him enter. So he explained that he’d grown up on a 2,000-acre farm, with thousands of sheep. His family could afford neither horses nor tractors so, when the storms came, his job was to round up the sheep. Sometimes, he said, it would take two or three days of running.

Finally, they let Cliff enter, and the race began. The others quickly left him way behind, shuffling along in his galoshes. But he didn’t know the plan included stopping each night to rest, so he kept going.

By the fifth day, he had caught them all, won the race, and became a national hero. He continued to compete in long-distance races until well up in his seventies. He was an inspiration to millions and a great encourager of younger runners.

In his honor and memory, in 2004, the year after his death at age 81, the organizers of the race where he first gained fame permanently changed its name to the Cliff Young Australian Six Day Race.

What was the key to Cliff Young’s success? It goes by various names: determination, perseverance, persistence, tenacity. It means keeping one’s eye fixed steadfastly on a goal, and not stopping, no matter the difficulties or the obstacles, until that goal is achieved.

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I WISH YOU ENOUGH” ( A touching and inspiring story) 

Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport as the daughter’s departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the mother said:

“I love you and I wish you enough.”

The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.” They kissed and the daughter left.

The mother walked over to the window where I sat. Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.

I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking, “Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?” “Yes, I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?”

“I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip back will be for my funeral,” she said.

When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, “I wish you enough.” May I ask what that means?”

She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone.” She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail and she smiled even more.

“When we said ‘I wish you enough’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them”. Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory,

“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.”

She then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person. An hour to appreciate them. A day to love them. And an entire life to forget them.

Please Share this with your friends. It has the potential to inspire many people.

Profession with a Passion http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1dMx-2NGD5s

Who is a Beggar ? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oPZTjdzS1-s&list=PLEA7D83367D7E990A

The future through the eyes of our students http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9L9xzBmkHw

5 More Minutes 

A woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground at West Coast park one fine Sunday Morning.

“That’s my son over there,” she said, pointing to a little boy in a red T-shirt who was gliding down the slide.

“He’s a fine looking boy,” the man said. “That’s my son on the swing in the blue T-shirt.” Then, looking at his watch, he called to his son.

“What do you say we go, Jack?” Jack pleaded, “Just five more minutes, Dad. Please?” “Just five more minutes.” The man nodded and Jack continued to swing to his heart’s content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his son. “Time to go now?” Again Jack pleaded, “Five more minutes, Dad.

Just five more minutes.” The man smiled and said, “O.K.”

“My, you certainly are a patient father,” the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, “My older son John was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with John and now I’d give anything for just five more minutes with him. I’ve vowed not to make the same mistake with Jack. He thinks he has five more minutes to swing. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch him play.”

Life is not a race. Life is all about making priorities.

What are your priorities? Give someone you love, 5 more minutes of your Time no matter how busy and you will have no regret forever. Once you lost it, it will be forever….

Life can only be understood backwards; But it must be lived forwards.

Life is an uncompromising reconciliation of uncompromising extremes.

Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal.

LIVE LIFE BEFORE YOU LEAVE LIFE

CONTRIBUTION FROM MRS. KAMLA MURTI, KV CLRI CHENNAI

THE SALES GIRL IN CHENNAI GIRI STORE THROUGH THE EYES OF“WASHINGTON POST.”


After the Temple Darshan at the Kapaleeswarar Koil at Mylapore, we entered the “Giri Trading stores” and started searching for this Book on “Thatva Bodha”.

We found many people buying various Books and CDs and from their smart walks and accumulation of CDs from Abhang to Aruna Sairam and Bhajans to Bombay Jaishree, sent a nice feeling in us, that we have come to the right place indeed.

I was looking for this Book while my wife started collecting Bharathiar’s songs and MS’s Music. I searched everywhere for this Book.

There was this Girl, standing next to the Cashier, sincerely watching all our movements – a dark complexioned Girl, should be from a nearby Village, might be 17 or 18, should not have crossed 8th Std., might be out of poverty she is here.. All my Journalist’s brain unnecessarily calculated about this Gullible Girl..and tho’ she was repeatedly watching me, I ignored her and started searching for “Thathva Bodha”.

I saw many books from “Sandhya Vandanam” to Swami VIvekananda’s “Chicago Speech” but having spent a good 40 minutes. I looked at her, she also looked at me curiously.

I did not asked her, knowing fully well that such a girl cannot have any idea of anything, leave alone “Thathva Bodah”.”Sir, may I help you?” (in Tamil)
“Yes. I am looking for ‘Thatva Bodha’ ”
“Sanskrit Text or English/Sanskrit?”
God..she knows. “Sanskrit & English”
“Do you like to have the Publication from Chinmaya Mission or Indu Publications or by Ramakrishna Mutt?”
“I don’t know..I just want to only Learn you see.. I don’t really know indeed”
“Do you read Tamil Sir?”
“Yes I am a Tamilian ” (thinking to myself how most of my life time I like to act in most Other places that I am not)
“Then Sir, you can take this”..she ran to the shelf where I had searched for 30 minutes, removed the books in the front and came out with a Book in Tamil. “This one in Tamil by N.Sivaraman by Indu Publications in fact is simple and wonderful. You have the Sanskrit Text too inside.”

My God! Why did I under estimate such a Genius. Just because of my Arrogance that I am an NRI. Or Just because I presumed such a Black, dark complexioned, gullible girl, who would have come for this job out of absolute poverty, wouldn’t have any idea of “Thatva Bodha”.

I decided to change my attitude and realized that I am absolutely an ‘Idiot’ at this moment in front of this wonderful girl and submitted myself in all humility. “Madam, I really don’t have any idea of even who wrote ‘Thatva Bodha’ till yesterday. I just attended a lecture on this subject and was fascinated by the lecture and hence…..”

“Did you attend Goda Venkateswara Sastri’s lecture in Bharathiya Vidya Bhavan?” “Oh God, How did you know?”
“He regularly takes classes on such subjects. In fact he is one of the best Sir, in the city on such subjects.”
“You are interested in such subjects?”
“Yes Sir, I read a lot about Swami Vivekananda and Ramakrishna and Thathva Bodha incidentally is my favourite Subject”
“Do you mean to say you have read Thatva Bodha?” “I have read this one by Sivaraman. Once you read it you won’t feel like keeping that book on the table at all.”

“Why what is so great about this Book?”
“Sir,you must be joking that you don’t know about ‘Thatva Bodha’.”
“Really. I accept my ignorance.”
My wife was watching from the corner, admiring all her CD collections.

“Sir,according to me, if you read this it gives the entire Vedanthic Saramsam and to say it in-one-word you become a bit more humble in life, leaving Ahamkaram once for all.”

“Is it a fact that reading this simple book one would get so humble?”
“Of course one should be involved totally into the text. Needs a lot of conviction and devotion.”

My wife joined the conversation and she felt this girl is indeed a very very talented intelligent girl, so she told me,

“Why don’t you interview her for Washington Post? Why at all you should think of Paris Hilton?”

I also felt that I owe something to her.. So, I asked her whether she can spare sometime for an interview.

She politely refused saying “My boss is to give me permission. Besides, many people are looking for guidance or help, like you and hence I have to go.”

“What is your name?”
“Kalaivani.”
My wife’s admiration for her devotion to duty and her total involvement in her work, made her go direct to the Boss and said, “Sir, that girl Kalaivani.”
“Yes very hard working Girl.”
“This is my husband Viswanath.”
“Nice meeting you Sir”
“He is the Senior Journalist in Washington Post.”The Boss stood up.”Washington Post?”
“Yes Sir. I would like to interview this girl. I am highly impressed with her ethics.”

The Boss called her. Time was 5:45 Pm. “Kalaivani, they have come all the way from USA., They would like to spend some time with you. Can you?”

“Sir, there are so many customers waiting for some guidance. as it is a rush time. If they can come again tomorrow.”
“OK. I can come again tomorrow.”I came back next day morning leaving all my appointments with ‘Times of India ‘and “Madras Press Club “ just to see this girl. It was no rush hour. My wife and myself found out. Kalaivani is from a small village near Arcot. She has 5 sisters, she being is the eldest. Her father was a drunkard and he died a few years ago caring for none of them. Her mother used to work as a helper in Masonry and passed away two years back, leaving all the 6 on the streets.

This girl who had completed her 9th std decided to search for a job and ‘Giri Trading’ came forward to help her out. She brought up all her 5 sisters with her and with her meagre salary she is taking care of them. All the 5 sisters are going to a nearby Chennai Corporation School.
“Kalaivani. But when did you get this enthusiasm to learn about ‘ThatvaBodha’?”

“Sir after joining here, I decided that the best way to be of help to the customers is to know the Subject first. I took small Books on Ramana, Ramakrishna, Swami Vivekananda and started reading. I found the subject so fascinating..I decided to read other books in Tamil like Bhagavad Gita, and Viveka Choodamani. Thats how….”

“What is your salary?”
“Rs 2,500/ a month Sir.”
“Are you able to manage all your expenses with the 5 sisters?”
“Not at all Sir, but the Boss helps me a lot.”
“What is your aim in Life?”
“I want all my sisters to get education. Then they would easily get employment. Is it not Sir?”
“If I give you Rs 10,000 per month, for meeting all your expenses, would that suffice?”
“It is indeed too much, but I would accept it only through my Boss. “We took her to the Boss and told him that we would like to send Rs.10,000 every month so that all her sisters’ education would be completed.

The Boss said “She deserves it Sir. You can trust me – I will hand over the amount to her every month or alternately you can open an account in her name and start transferring to the account.”

My friend John Paul, who is the Regional Manager of ‘Times of India” had also come with me. He said, “You have done a good thing”, My wife said, “I pray that ‘Karpagambal’ helps Kalaivani to become an expert in ‘Vedantha’ and start giving lectures in USA . We can arrange for her lectures.”

We left wonder struck! If we go into the interiors of India, how many more ‘Jewels’ like Kalaivani can be found!!
I really became humbled!


There are thousands of unsung heroes in the depth of India and everywhere on this earth. Each and every one of us should help however humble it may be, to bring them out in the fore.     

One Ubiquitous Energy / God has become all therefore whatever exists is infinite.

 ” I expect to pass through life but once.If, therefore,there be any kindness I can show, or any good thing I can do to any fellow being, let me do it now,for I shall not pass this way again.”

——–William Penn.

                                                                           CONTRIBUTION FROM MRS. KAMLA MURTI, PRT , KV CLRI CHENNAI REGION

This is also an example of how and why we must maintain an anecdotal record as teachers…

WAS SHE A TEACHER OR A MOTHER

There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson…. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same.

But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners. He is a joy to be around.”

His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well – liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”

His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.”

Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.”

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s. His present,  which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag.

Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.” After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her “teacher’s pets.”

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer—the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, “Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.” Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”

तुम चलो तो हिंदुस्तन चले ( A Must watch)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RNmsdPeg-6Y

Cracked Pot[1] Presented by Mrs. geetha Nair, HM KV Thrissur, Ernakulam Region

Leadership according to Santa Claus  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j17m1mAmjaE

The Starfish Story http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9nZkq31J-GY ( PRSENTED BY MRS. LALITHA, PRT, KV OOTY

Goals, Perseverance and  Confidence  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9ZnlB9fG39E

Journal of a young teacher   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nMLbXcmSyI

Making a difference  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKFfMF-PNOM

Heart of a teacher  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1tN1U0uu2e4

Teacher I wrote this song for you  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40lVr6MQKtw

To be a  TEACHER  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yPkbhFQIfw

Survival, Change Management, Story of the eagle  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tup3bWLt9Q

Failure a stepping stone to Success http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPoGb8ZQtVg

Teachers as change agents  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zG8JCLxm7TM

 FOR STUDENTS AS WELL

  1. Water conservation- Shall we form a children’s group? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RraXm0TPhU
  2. Games, inclusion and everyday  rules  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RraXm0TPhU
  3. ONE SEED TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06H27-OaC44
  4. SICK SANTA –CHRISTMAS STORY ( HINDI)  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5TyY6mFcjgw

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