There was a good old barber in Bangalore. One day a
florist goes to him for a haircut. After the cut, he goes to pay the barber
and the barber replies :

I am sorry, I cannot accept money from you; I am
doing
a Community Service.
Florist is happy and leaves the shop.



The next morning when the Barber goes to open his
shop, there is a "Thank You" Card and a dozen roses waiting at his door.



A Confectioner goes for a haircut and he also goes  to
pay the barber he  again refuses to take the money. The Confectioner is
happy and leaves the  shop.





The next morning when the Barber goes to open his
shop, there is another  "Thank you" Card and a dozen Cakes waiting at his
door.





A Software Engineer goes for a haircut and he also  goes to pay the barber
again refuses the money saying that it was a  community
service.



The next morning when the Barber goes to open his
shop, guess what he finds  there......


A Dozen Software engineers waiting for a free
haircut... with Printouts of
forwarded mail mentioning about free haircut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!     
 

The journey of life starts from a cradle,
In which everyone has to paddle..

The journey starts as a sweet little boy,
Who plays with a toy...

The boy goes to the kindergarten,
Which is like a burden..

He passes through different phases of life,
Which are like the edge of a knife..

Such phases are
 
From a sweet little boy to a teenager,
New thoughts enter with a vigor..

The bodily changes makes him fearful,
Sometimes tearful..

With no one to answer his queries in teenage,
He enters adultage..

In this age he tries to earn
His bread n butter,
So that his life could be better..

Soon there will be a marriage,
After 9 months there will be a carriage..

After that his life becomes a daily serial soap,
In which there is no hope..

After sometime he becomes old,
Sometimes he could be sold..

This is the life of a common man,
Which is like a rotating fan..

The journey which started
With such a fanfare,
Ends in a grave.

But still it's worth living a life, coz it's not the end which matters but Journey which makes all the difference.

There is something in Salt,
There is really something in Salt.

The world of ingredients but no Salt
Turns the whole food a tart.

A pinch of Salt
Makes all the difference.

But I love Salt simply
Because..........


The taste of tears and taste of sea
Are the same.

There is something in Salt,
There is really something in Salt.

Me & He, yes we two in this world busy in making our own world.