Thursday, June 4, 2009


Although it is a forwarded mail but I would like to share it with all the busy people around.
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.
SON: 'Daddy, May I ask you a question?'
DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.
SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'That's none of your business.
Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.
SON: 'I just want to know.
Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'
DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.'
SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.
SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?'
The father was furious,
'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed.
Think about why you are being so selfish.
I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.
How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often.
The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
'Are you asleep, son?' He asked.
'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy.
'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you..
Here's the $25 you asked for.'
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled..
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled.
'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.
'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow.
I would like to have dinner with you.'
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of us working so hard in life.

We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love.

If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours.

But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.


Ms. Neha Gandhi said...

ouchhh... oh my God...harsh realities...
if I were the dad... i would have kicked myself in the u-know-what :(
its a good forward...thanks for sharing it..
but i enjoy reading ur musings more than these :)

Mia said...

Your wordz reflects mine n v both have similar kinda thoughts in certain areas i think.. ever since i started to read ur posts, it sounds so n reminds me of somethin happened earlier.. U know, the same i'd frequently say to my loved one(s) to spend a few mins by quoting 'wat wud u do if i die tomo' :)but such quests oftentimes irks them as u know... Anyway excellent forward..

The Panorama said...

What a beautiful post: it brought tears to my eyes.
The time we spend with our children is so precious. Sometimes we forget them in our busy stressful lives. Everyone needs such reminders about what really matters in life.
Thank you for sharing this:)

AnjuGandhi said...

@Neha as the saying goes today I had a writer's block ( so the forward) but my own is on the way.
@ Mia thanx for commenting . even I have felt the same that we share the same feelings

ZiLliOnBiG said...

though i have read this before, reading again was as touchy as it was before.Thanks for sharing.:))

ZiLliOnBiG said...

didnt i leave a comment earlier? anyways, if i havent ( i can get terribly absent minded), thanks for sharing. I have read this before but nevertheless was as touchy reading again.cheers

Gayathri said... was soo touching..i'd not read this earlier..what do i comment on a totally self explanatory post..
i'm not yet into the busy life,and my parents still find enough time to have fun with the family i'm still not into the empathy mode of commenting.. :)

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Apparently intellectual said...

ouch, i m crying.
very touching:*(

rameez said...

Though I'd got that mail before, good that you posted it again.
At last when we have time with us, those whom with which we'd have wished to spend it with would not be with us...

rameez said...

Though I'd got this by mail before, it felt good when I read it again.
True. At last, when we would be having time with us, the ones with whom we'd have loved to spend it with wont be with us...

ramya said...

I wish I could buy my dad's time too :-(. He is a busy man!

Mia said...

Thanks for visitin my blog every now n then..
It's you alone who inspired me to post the latest one :)

Arunima said...

nice one. I am still woking at 12.39 am and this is an eye-opener. I don't yet have a kid though. Took a break and came here.

deluded said...

if thats the case.

somebody please buy my time also.

Its really cheap ;)

Dr Roshan R said...

lovely post, even if it is a forward as you say... really touching

Milan said...

Simply awesome. Should make all dad's realize the value of the time for their children.

Ajan said...

My principal..The Big Miss as we used to call her with love and affection used to tell us such stories. usually before/after christmas or holidays. Everytime she takes the mic from her office and says "Good Morning my precious children", used to fill us with some kind of emotions and feelings I can't describe in words. It was a voice filled with (grand)motherly love, authority, wise(ness) and "No fault will go unpunished in this school" kinda voice...
And recently we, the old old old old students of our school had a reunion with The Big Miss. Re-union was named "Nostalgia". :) Imagine people who are 30-40 years old, students of the same school. Successful artists, businessmen, developers and music directors coming in one place to meet her.

She once told this story to us.

End/Begin Line- Nostalgia is a powerful emotion.

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