Maharaja Jam saheb Digvijay Singh…..

I bet YOU did not Know about rajupana king the great Digvijay Singh…

When Hitler invaded Poland and started World War II, 500 Polish women and 200 children were put in a ship to save them from Germans. The ship was left in the sea by the Polish Army and Captain was told to take them to any country where they can get shelter. Last message from their countrymen was *”if we are alive or survived, then we will meet again”*

The ship, filled with five hundred refugee polish women and two hundred children were refused to come in by many European Ports, Seychelles, Aden etc. The ship continued to sail and somehow reached the harbor port of Iran. *Yes so far away*. There also they did not get any permission. Finally, the ship wandering in the sea reached India and came to then Bombay. The British Governor also refused the ship to port.

Where Maharaja of Jamnagar, *”Jham Sahab Digvijay Singh”* came to know about this ship, he became truly concerned. He allowed the ship to port in his kingdom at a port near Jamnagar. He not only gave shelter to five hundred women but also gave their children free education in Balachiri in an Army School.
These refugees stayed in Jamnagar for nine years till World War II lasted. They were well taken care of. Jam Sahib regularly visited them and was fondly called *Bapu* by them.

Later these refugees returned to their own country. One of the children of these refugees later became the Prime Minister of Poland. Even today, the descendants of those refugees come to Jamnagar every year and remember their ancestors.

In Poland, the name of many roads in the capital of Warsaw is named after Maharaja Jam Sahib. There are many schemes in Poland on his name. Every year Poland newspapers print articles about Maharaja Jam Saheb Digvijay Singh.

From the ancient times, the message of India वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम (whole world is a family) and it’s tolerance has been well known in the world.

Few people today raise doubt put question marks on India’s tolerance. India was will remain an Indian Culture – Rich ,brave, tolerant, compassionate and genuine humanitarian – plus pro life, pro good values and great respect.

This was an illustrious page from history hardly known to many today even in Indian.

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Painnnn….

Afar the smiling red lips

There is a growing pain

With black lips of trauma

Can’t be noticed by no one

Can be proliferated by anyone.

The pain is growing

Without notice

Without permission

Without relief

Without reason too..

The growing pain is not the pain

Of despair in love or romance

Not the pain of financial wreck

It is the pain from beloved ones.

A gift from beloved trusted ones.

The growing Pain is sowed

By the actions of someone else

Then fatten by another someone

Then they all will pile up

Within the heart for erecting

Tears of thick red gore of pain.

There is no pain killer discovered

There is no excercise unearthed

For abating this growing pain

Can’t be amortized by the prudence

The pain will grow & grow forever.

Sometimes it is injected

Through their eyes of hatred

Through the limbs of their actions

But mostly through the lips of words

They used against us for no reason.

Words are the omnipotent weapon

We can sow the seeds of relief

We can sow the seeds of pain

Through it and can reap high yield .

But don’t use it for growing pain .

Always try to reap the fruit of relief.

Because growing pain is demise.

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Trust trust trust

It’s not made up of wood or metal

It’s not made by carpenter or blacksmith

It’s not made within in the factory or workshop

It’s not a renewable resource.

It is called Trust.

It is made up of our heart

It is made by our heart

It is made within our heart

It is a non renewable valuable fact

Yes it is known as trust.

Hey it is in here and there

It’s in you and me

It’s erect upon me through his words

It’s boosted upon me by his eyes

It’s escalated upon me with his promises.

But he broke it

Broken into pieces & pieces

Broken trust always leaves a splinter

Of shattered dreams with a Lacuna

Can’t be filled by anyone.

Broken trust is like a melted chocolate

Can’t be turn back to normal

Broken trust is like boiled egg

Can’t be turn back

Broken trust is like crushed grass

Can’t be turn back……..

Trust is also an emotion

Emerged from our heart

Filled with our blood

Don’t try to break

It is painful as pierced bullets

And will concoct the river of blood

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Please don’t break trust

Akshaya Thulasi 🌼

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NOBEL PRIZE

*नोबेल पुरस्कार विजेता ब्राजीली कवियत्री मार्था मेरिडोस की

*इसी कविता के लिए उन्हें नोबेल पुरस्कार प्राप्त हुआ*
*NOBEL PRIZE*
*नित जीवन के संघर्षों से*
*जब टूट चुका हो अन्तर्मन,*

*तब सुख के मिले समन्दर का*
*रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं ।।*

*जब फसल सूख कर जल के बिन*
*तिनका -तिनका बन गिर जाये,*

*फिर होने वाली वर्षा का*
*रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं ।।*

*सम्बन्ध कोई भी हों लेकिन*
*यदि दुःख में साथ न दें अपना,*

*फिर सुख में उन सम्बन्धों का*
*रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं ।।*

*छोटी-छोटी खुशियों के क्षण*
*निकले जाते हैं रोज़ जहां,*

*फिर सुख की नित्य प्रतीक्षा का*
*रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं ।।*

*मन कटुवाणी से आहत हो*
*भीतर तक छलनी हो जाये,*

*फिर बाद कहे प्रिय वचनों का*
*रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं।।*

*सुख-साधन चाहे जितने हों*
*पर काया रोगों का घर हो,*

*फिर उन अगनित सुविधाओं का*
*रह जाता कोई अर्थ नहीं।।* …!!

” Why Me ? ”

 

 

 

“” Why Me ?

“A Beautiful Message by Arthur Ashe ,

 

The legendary Wimbledon Player who was dying of AIDS , which he got due to Infected Blood he received during a Heart Surgery in 1983 !
during his illness , he received letters from his fans , one of which conveyed :

” Why did God have to select you for such a bad disease ? ”
To this Arthur Ashe replied :
⁃ 50 Million children started playing Tennis ,
⁃ 5 Million learnt to play Tennis ,
⁃ 500 000 learnt Professional Tennis ,
⁃ 50 Thousand came to Circuit ,
⁃ 5 Thousand reached Grand Slam ,
⁃ 50 reached Wimbledon ,
⁃ 4 reached the Semifinals ,
⁃ 2 reached the Finals and
when I was holding the cup in my hand , I never asked God :
” Why Me ? ”
So now that I’m in pain how can I ask God :
” Why Me ? ”
Happiness … keeps you Sweet !
Trials … keep you Strong !
Sorrows … keep you Human !
Failure … keeps you Humble !
Success … keeps you Glowing !
But only , Faith … keeps you Going !
Sometimes you are not satisfied with your life , while many people in this world are dreaming of living your life .
A child on a farm sees a plane fly overhead dreams of flying , while  a pilot on the plane sees the farmhouse and dreams of returning home .
That’s life !
Enjoy yours … If wealth is the secret to happiness , then the rich should be dancing on the streets .
But only poor kids do that .
If power ensures security , then VIPs should walk unguarded .
But those who live simply , sleep soundly .
If beauty and fame bring ideal relationships , then celebrities should have the best marriages .
Live simply , be happy ! Walk humbly and love genuinely !
WHY ME ?
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🌻🌼🌹🌸welcome🌹🌼🌻

Welcome to my home 

🌹🌹🌹🌼🌻🌸🌼🌺🍀Bappa moriya.👍🌹🌹🌹🌼🌻🌸🌼🌺🍀

Very Very happy Raksha Bandhan..😊😊😊☺

Happy friendship day.😘😘😗😋

one one 2

I miss u two😊

two two 4

miss u more😘

three three 6

friendship fix😎

four four 8

you r great🙋

Now poem is end

I miss u friend😘

💞Only For  My Friends💞
Happy Friendship  day

​*Do you know??*

Takeing class for 45 minuts to need The energy which is equal to the energy to walk 10 kilometres.. 

It means a teacher walks 50 -60 kilometres daily.. 

Millions of kilometres are walked by the teacher to take the students to their destination without GETTING TIRED but WITH SMILE ON FACE AND ENTHUSIASM AT HEART.. 

Salute to each and every TEACHER..

just me.

” *आँखों मे आँसू है, फिर भी लबों पे मुस्कान है…*
*जीना जब हर हाल मे है तो हँसने मे क्या नुकसान है.*✍😊

Nit Dudhrejiya.