tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-209531932012-02-16T02:35:31.265-08:00The God has created the world for you and me: So as the rivers and flowers: Let us share our feelings,thoughts and knowledgeSP.VR. SUBBIAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797764056136324660noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20953193.post-1137197930223717672006-01-13T16:17:00.000-08:002006-01-15T03:10:55.486-08:00One day The God has landed on the earth to see the beauty of his creations<br /><br />That place was a forest near a small village<br /><br />A middle aged man in his fifties bathed in sweat flowed down from his body,was busy in cutting small woods near a pile of woods already cut and collected by him<br /><br />God wanted to help him, went near him, patted on his shoulder and told him in a commanding voice,” It is enough: You can go!”<br /><br />He was shocked by the appearance of a stranger with a commanding voice, replied, “It is not sufficient sir! I have to feed 8 people in my house by selling these woods to a firewood merchant and I come here once in a week sir!”<br /><br />Sensing the truth in his words, God consoled him and told him,” Don’t worry I will change your fate, bring that brick here”<br /><br />He picked the brick and shown it to God. God touched it with his index finger and it turned gold<br /><br />He could not believe his eyes. He has not realized him as God instead he thought that he might be a magician or a saint with amazing powers<br /><br />God told him,” Go and be happy with this gold!”<br /><br />He was not satisfied and murmured,” Sir, this will not solve all my problems. I want some thing better than this!”<br /><br />God told him,” Okay, bring that big granite stone!”<br /><br />He immediately brought the big granite stone which was lying around some 10 meters away from them with breath taking effort since it was a 40 kilo stone in weight<br /><br />God touched it. It turned Gold<br /><br />Thrilled by its glittering appearance and his mind calculating the market value of that material, he become silent<br /><br />God asked him,” Are you happy now?”<br /><br />“No sir! Instead of giving this big gold stone to me and make me carrying it all the way to my village, I have also ten fingers like you, Please give that power to one of my fingers. I will make gold myself as and whenever I want!”<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20953193-113719793022371767?l=thatisgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SP.VR. SUBBIAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797764056136324660noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20953193.post-1137193752099325322006-01-13T15:01:00.000-08:002006-01-13T15:15:41.366-08:00My father used to tell me to develop my writing skill by reading and suggested me to write anything I wish but it should be interesting for everyone who read it<br />Now, It is up to you to tell me whether my writings are interesting or not<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20953193-113719375209932532?l=thatisgod.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SP.VR. SUBBIAHhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04797764056136324660noreply@blogger.com3