A gratitude to the divine


I did not *apply for anything*.
*No one recommended me*.
Yet, I was *gifted this miraculous body*—
*Without an interview, without merit—pure grace*.

*Blood flows ceaselessly from head to toe*,
Every *heartbeat a silent drum of life*.
I don't know what kind of *divine technology powers this system*,
But the *heart never tires, never rests, until it's time to go*

Two eyes, like cameras of a *thousand megapixels*,
Capture the ever-changing *beauty of this world*—
Colours, light, emotions—etched into memory.

A *tongue that performs ten thousand taste tests with precision*…
*Skin, a living sensor, feeling heat, cold, love, pain*—
A miracle of sensitivity.

A *voice box* that *expresses thought and emotion*
Through sounds of infinite variety. And *ears* that decode *every frequency*—
From whispers of the wind to the laughter of loved ones.

This body, made of *75% water*,
Holds firm, no short circuit no leakage. Despite millions of pores.

*I stand tall, unsupported by anything*.
Rubber tyres wear out on roads,
But the *soles* of my feet carry me through a *lifetime*—
Still holding strong.

What an *astonishing, divine creation*!
Nothing *man-made can come close*.

You are the Designer, the Operator, the Sustainer.
Every memory, every thought, every ounce of strength and peace_—
All come from You.

You live within this body,
As the soul, the unseen presence that gives life and purpose.

This is Your divine play, Your masterpiece.
Let me not just exist, but participate—
In the selfless joy, the divine rhythm of Your creation.

Bless me with good sense and pure awareness.
Let my intellect bow before Your wisdom.
May I never forget—even for a moment—
That it is You who breathes life into me,
Who walks with me, listens through me, speaks through me.

Let gratitude be my constant companion.
Let awe fill my every breath.

This is not just a body—
It is a temple of Your presence.

Religion is hoping , begging and  by some , demanding. Spirituality is worshipping what we do and being in service . A way of life

Advocacy

College Student Group asked a lawyer
*Sir, what does 'advocacy' mean?"*

Lawyer said:
*I will present an example for this!* 👇

*Suppose two people come to me, one is very clean and the other is very dirty. I advise both of them to get clean and take bath.*

*Now you guys tell me, who among them will take a shower ?? "*

One student said: *"The one who is dirty will take a shower."*

The lawyer said:

*No, but the clean person will do it, because he has the habit of bathing, while the dirty does not know the importance of cleaning*

*Lawyer :: Now tell who will take a shower ?? "*

The second student said: *Clean person*

The lawyer said:
*No, but the dirty person will take a bath because he is the one who needs cleaning.*

*Now tell who will take a shower ?? "*

Two students said: *"The one who is dirty will take a shower."*

The lawyer said:
*"No, but both will take a bath because the clean person has a habit of bathing, while the dirty one needs a bath.*

*Now tell who will take a shower ?? "*

Now three students speak together: *"Both of them will take a shower."*

The lawyer said:
*"Wrong, no one will take a bath, because dirty is not used to bathing, whereas clean one does not need to bathe*

*Now tell who will take a shower ?? "*

A student politely said:
*🙏🏻"Sir, you give a different answer every time and every answer seems to be correct. How do we know the correct answer ???"*

Lawyer said:
*This is just 'advocacy'! It is not important what the reality is*
*The important thing is, how many possible arguments can you offer to prove your point.* "
Take care.

Regards
Palani
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Your DUCK IS DEAD

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird's chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet..

"How can you be so sure?" she protested.. "I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something."

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman..

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$1,500!" she cried,"$1,500 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $20, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $1,500."

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