Usually I hate dogs the most. A week ago I watched a movie of dog's loyality named "Hachi: A Dog's Tale" that made me cry. Its a true story of a dog's faith, devotion and undying love for his master. I made my mind to write something about the dog just after that. It was the dog's true loyality that  made me write a blog on it even after many days. Finally got some time to write on him. So here is the story...  

The real Hachiko

            Hachiko was born on a farm near the city Ōdate, Akita Perfecture in Japan on 10th Novemer 1923. In 1924, Hidesaburō Ueno, a professor in the agriculture department in the University of Tokyo adopted Hachiko as a pet. The master took care of the dog as it was his own son. The dog use to leave his master in the morning and use to greet him at the end of each day at the nearby Shibuya train station. This daily routine continued untill May 1925, when professor Ueno did not return home from university. The professsor suffered from cerebral hemorrhage and died, never returning to the train station where Hachiko was waiting. For the next nine years, Haciko waited at the train station for his master's return. His precise presence was noticed each day when the train was due at the station.

            People who work at the train station had seen Hachiko and his master together each day. Initial reaction of those people was not friendly until an article was published in the newspaper about Hachiko's loyality on 4 October 1932. The dog then earned a fame nation wide and people then started bringing treats and food for him during his wait. His faithfullness to his master's memory impressed the people of Japan as a spirit of family loyality all should strive to achieve.

               In April 1934, a bronze statue in his likeness was erected at Shibuya Station, and Hachiko himself was present at its unveiling.

Hachiko statue at Shibuya Train Station 

            Hachiko died on March 8, 1935 and was found on a street in Shibuya.

The first thing after watching the movie came in my mind was that even animals show such a true loyality and devotion to their master then why we humans are enemies of our own blood relations.??? And its the question still wandering in my mind.

                

A professor was giving a lecture to his students on stress management. He raised a glass of water and asked the audience, "How heavy do you think this glass of water is?"
The students answers ranged from 20 gram to 500 gram.
The professsor said to them: "It does not matter on the absolute weight. It depends on how long you hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it is OK. If I hold it for an hour, I will have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, you will have to call an ambulance. It is the exact same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, we will not be able to carry on, the burden becoming increasingly heavier.
What you have to do is to put the glass down, rest for a while before holding it up again. We have to put down the burden periodically, so that we can be refreshed and be able to carry on. So before you return home from work tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it back home. You can pick it up tomorrow."

Moral: Whatever burdens you are having now on your shoulders, let it down for a moment if you can. Pick it up again later when you have rested. Just feel easy and relax. Life is short, Enjoy it...!!!

In ancient times, a King had a boulder (a large rock, typically one that has been worn smooth by erosion) placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock.

Some of the King's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way. Then a peasant (a poor farmer of low social status who owns or rents a small piece of land for cultivation) came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the huge rock, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much effort and straining, he finally succeeded.

After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. He picked up the purse and saw that the purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand.

Moral: Every obstacle presents an oppertunity to improve one's condition.

Now a days, people are seen complaining about the issues, but nobody solves or tries to solve those issues except very very few. If everybody sincerely play his/her role in solving those issues, the problems will probably reduced if not come to an end at all.

Hazrat Ali (R.A), the fourth Caliph of Islam asked the Holy Prophet (P.B.U.H) one day about the principles which governed his general behaviour. He replied:

• Knowledge is my Capital.
• Reason is the basis of my Relegion.
• Desire is my mount for Riding.
• Zikr (Remembrance) of Allah the Almighty is my Comrade.
• Confidence is my Treasure.
• Anxiety is my Companion.
• Science is my Arm.
• Patience is my Mantle.
• Contentment is my Booty.
• Modesty is my Pride.
• Renunciation of pleasure is my Profession.
• Certitude is my Food.
• Truth is my Intercessor.
• Obedience is my Grandeur.
• Struggle is my habitude and the delight of my heart is Prayers.