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Pitru Devo Bhava SainathContributors:

Sainath-

Vidya Tadanki

Hari T. Reddy

Yamini C. Roy

Ram Kishore

R. Srinivas

Anuradha Jandhyala

Soubhagya Lakshmi

Y. Madhu

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Sangamam Times

June 2008Volume 1 Issue 3

A Father means so many things...A understanding heart,

A source of strength and of supportRight from the very start.

A constant readiness to help

In a kind and thoughtful way.With encouragement and forgivenessNo matter what comes your way.

A special generosity and always affection, tooA Father means so many things

To all of us me and you...

The June issue of Sangamam times incorporates in its pages a special feeling of gratitude to a great pillar ofstrength, courage and love in each of our lives our father.

At the outset, it is unlikely that anybody can truly encapsulate in verse or words what a father means to him

or her. The poem above is perhaps just the precursor to a whole lot of emotional outpourings that would cascade from

our hearts if each of us were to be asked to speak about our fathers.

What we have for you in this issue are some articles written by a few of our friends about their fathers which

are but a harbinger of the feelings of the others. R. Srinivass is a touchingly brief account of how his father, coming

from a humble and modest background, still packed an enormous education into his life. Vidyas recollection of herfather a noted doctor, philanthropist, and social activist and how he inspired her with his principles and activities

makes for interesting reading. After reading these reminiscences, it may not feel out of place to remember what Wil-liam Shakespeare once said: It is a wise father who knows his own child. At the danger of treading a few toes and

possibly make the illustrious author turn in his grave, I may add that It is a wise father who knows what his child

needs. For those who love us truly, educate and nurture us.

Lest we think fathers are only meant to be strict and protective about us, I must bring in a bit of humourand add that some of the funniest moments in our lives involved our fathers and I am sure I speak for the vast ma-

jority here. How can I ever forget the time when once we my mother, sisters and I - returned late night from Hy-

derabad after a vacation and my father received us at the station and proudly declared to my mother: You dont haveto worry I have cooked the meal for dinner. Just have a wash and come down. You could see the relief on my

mothers face. But as we started eating, something was odd! The potato curry was reeking with the smell of camphor!My mother asked the question that was uppermost in our minds: Where is this camphor smell coming from? And dad

beamed a divine smile and answered: Yes, I added it to the curry to make it smell good. There was a mad dash to

the bathrooms and I dont really want to narrate what happened after that.

Here is to our fathers our pillars of strength and support, our guide and mentor our everything. We sa-lute you.

Our June issue of Sangamam times also contains some deeply thought provoking articles on the finer senti-ments of life by Hari Kumar and some insights into the spiritual world by Ram Kishore. In between, yours truly has

tried to tickle a few funny bones by relating an experience that would have gone bitterly wrong but for the angle inwhich it was viewed. Sundari has written about her experiences of a journey into the world of classical music. We may

add here not without a degree of pride that Sundari holds a masters degree in Veena from Padmavathi University

where she topped her batch. There are some of us who were bitten by the travel bug and took off on a vacation or

summoned the courage and energy to take a long distance hike. Yamini comes forth with his travelogue about a holi-

day to a few places in North India while Anuradha recounts her experience of a 70-odd km biking expedition that shetook part in for a noble cause. Guys, who said you cant enjoy life at forty plus?

The wide panoramic spread of articles and the sheer depth of the topics selected to be dealt with gives anexcellent feeling of pride there is so much we have to tell each other and perhaps so many of us waiting to tell! Lets

keep it coming folks.


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The Multiple Sclerosis Societyof America organizes numerous eventseach year, in an effort to raise funds forMS research. One such event is theMS150 bike ride in Illinois. This takesplace in summer and involves riding atotal of 150 miles in 2 days. Each rider isrequired to raise at least $300.00 to beable to participate. The ride starts in Ma-ple Park, Illinois this is about 50 milessouth of Chicago. The first day ends inNIU campus in DeKalb. The second daystarts at NIU and returns to Maple Park.Riders have a choice of riding 35 or 75or 100 miles (concentric routes) on thefirst day and 35 or 75 miles on the sec-ond day. Riders and volunteers stayovernight in DeKalb.

I participated in this ride in2007. I respect the cause for this ride.But honestly, that was not the only rea-son for my participation. A group ofcolleagues at GE have been riding thisfor some years, underTeam GEbanner.This year, 4 of us in my group decided tojoin the GE riders. Training for longdistance rides is somewhat different endurance is the key. Rider needs to lastthrough 4 to 5 hours of riding with shortstops in between. A good light-weightbike is a good place to start, when pre-

paring for a ride like this.

It was Friday June 22nd, in2007. I was in Target, shopping for pon-chos. This was a last minute thing, dueto guidance from the team captain thatthere was a 40 percent chance of rain. Iselected a bright orange poncho. It wascheerful and the only one that botheredto be a size small. I went home andpacked up all little things for the ride anda small overnight bag.

Originally, I meant to use mymountain bike, a decent Trek 800. Butafter discussing with expert riders in thegroup, I decided to get a new bike. I dis-covered pretty soon, that this was thebest thing I could have done for myself.It was a sleek Trek 7.2 FX street bikewith 28 gears and a smooth ride. Lindaat Village Cycle Sport helped fit me witha bike. As it turned out, Linda belongedto the team which designed the courseand she expected to ride along with her

husband. This was a lucky coincidence Igot a quick lesson on changing flats and

bought useful tools for the ride. Tiny airpump, spare tube, tire remover, gels for en-ergy, camel back and so on.

I rode my new bicycle to shoppingfor small groceries, the library and manyshort 10 to 15 mile rides. Thats pretty muchhow other riders trained too. These shortjaunts got us used to riding on the streets,with some nasty drivers honking in frustra-tion. As a fellow rider put it to me, there is apecking order to all occupants of a road cars, riders, runners, walkers. So thats howwe spread the love, if not road-rage. TeamGE met on memorial-day weekend for a 30mile ride in Busse-Woods in Schaumburg.For some of us on the team, that was thelongest we ever rode before the ride.

Saturday June 23rd woke up dampand cloudy. Troopers that we were, hundredsof riders and volunteers made it to the ElburnMiddle School. We parked our cars and gotout our bicycles and helmets. Riders are re-quired to check-in their overnight bags withvolunteers, who tag them with the ridersnumber. After checking our bags, team-GE

gathered around and took pictures. Then wewished each other luck and began the ride.The rain did not start yet. Not reading thedark clouds correctly, I gave my bright or-ange poncho to Brian, a team member. Herode off with it pinned to his seat.

The riding course is to south andwest of Chicago, it is also the driving route toNorthern Illinois University Campus inDeKalb. As with most of Illinois, the topol-ogy here is very flat, but instead of prairies,we were greeted by rolling fields. The land-

scape is quiet and serene. The only vehiclesthat pass us are large trucks and vans. Theland slopes gently, as luck would have it, onthis dreary Saturday morning upwards. Adownhill would have been a blessing. Theorganizers provided rest stops every 10miles, with the first one at 5 miles.

After we left the first rest stop, itbegan to pour. Shortly after, the wind pick upand to complete the orchestra, temperatureshovered at 57 F - I had a little computer

hooked to my bike, it kept cadence, dis-tance and for some reason, temperature.

Brian was nowhere to be seen, I did not seehim again until after the ride. This was thefate of many riders completely drenchedfrom rain and riding full-face into thewind. Small clusters of riders went by. Asforteam GE, some rode at full-speed downthe 75 mile route and the rest took the 35mile loop. For a few minutes I was leftriding the 75 mile route alone. As I rodealong I met people and rode with them forsome distance, until one of us had to leave.Then another rider would catch on or slowdown, for some conversation.

By the second rest-stop my humorhad vanished and I questioned my missionand the seeming lack of purpose in it. Idropped my bike and walked in, brooding.I have MS and thank you for riding thisfor me! I looked up startled, into the ear-nest face of a volunteer. My eyes smarted,hopefully from the rain. This was a turningpoint my ride had found its purpose. Igratefully snacked on the peanut-butter cutshe made for me and rode on.

Day 1: Before the garbage-bag poncho

The weather Gods did not let up,but riders and volunteers were a balm. I gota lesson in reading mountains from an

MS 150 Bike Ride 2007, A frolic in Rain

Anuradha Jandhyala


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ex-navy corps rider called Jerry. It turned outthat I was shifting gears too late into the up-turn. The hills were so gradual that sometimes I would miss the upward roll. The trickis to read them well ahead and shift downbefore reaching the upturn. Then on top ofthe hill, shift up so that the ride is a littleharder. But it gives momentum for the nextportion of the ride. A volunteer made a neatlittle poncho for a lot of us riders, from un-used garbage bags. Every little bit helped.

Not all riders were active bicyclists.I had been in the middle of my training forthe Banco half-marathon (another favoritepast-time). But I quickly learnt what manyalready knew, that bicycling uses a differentset of muscles than running. Long distanceriding, as with running though, involves a

conquest of mind over body. Clichd as it is,it is the truth. A friend once told me that dur-ing a long distance run, 2 miles before thefinish, a long-term ache in her Achilles re-turned, very sharp. She was concentrating sohard that she said out loud, no, not now!The pain went away and she finished therace. She was puzzled by it as I was. I did nothave a dramatic moment like that. But yes, Ihad to silence that little protester a few times.Tired and damp, we rode 77.5 miles into NIUcampus. The last 10 miles was uphill. Thesun finally came out, but a few hours too late.

The next morning was a differentstory. It was a sunny spring-like day, with anip in the air. With a vengeance, I took downthe steepest of the mountains, that so trou-bled me yesterday. So at the decision point,those I rode with at team GE(except Tom,the team captain as I later learnt) took the 35

miles option. I felt good still, so I took the 75

mile loop, yet again.

Day 2: An easy 75miles

The monotony of the landscape wasbroken by colorful riders. Only today we

were all cheerful. Memorable among them,some of Jerrys buddies came up and chattedwith me he asked them to look out for me.Mark, Lindas husband was a ride-marshal.He met me at rest-stops and chatted some-times, waved at other times.

Today, I decided not to sweat thedetails. My goal was to ride to the next rest-stop. I had no intention to finish. I wasstunned when at a rest-stop, one of the volun-teers let out a loud cheer and said, This isthe last stop, congratulations you are almostdone!! It then dawned on me, without everintending to, I had ridden 72 miles! This wasthe last rest-stop. We only had 5 miles to go.Those were the hardest 5 miles of my life andI am not kidding.

I would not have completed the 5miles, without Lindas help. I met her justpast the last rest stop. She rode alongside; wewere joking and laughing on the way in,thanks to her robust sense of humor. Wewere greeted by Tom, the GE captain. Hecompleted it an hour before me.

As I drove home, it occurred to me,that we all had a place in the event riders,volunteers, even those who chose to sleep in,on this cold summer weekend. Imagine rid-ing along with too many vehicles on theroad?

The purpose of the ride, I under-stand. The Cause - is above me. I am but acog in the whole wheel of things. But if allyou want is for me to ride a few miles for agood cause, I might do that. Heck, I might dothat again.


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There was an anonymous quotation that I once came across,which I find to be a perfect prologue to the article below. Itsays: Every father should know that one day his child will

follow is example rather than his advice. All of us whoknow R. Srinivas will universally acknowledge that he livedup to the example set by his father by imbibed into his lifethe very same admirable traits his father lived by. Given below is a short account of what R. Srinivas has to sayabout the ideal example his father set for him.

I owe my success to my dad Sri. Rama-

yanapu Venkateswararao. My dad came from

a very humble background. He started off as

an attendant in Indian Express, one of the

leading newspapers in India, at the age of six-

teen and got elevated to be a driver in the span

of 2 years. There after he stayed a driver for 40

yrs, until his retirement.

He always strived to see that his kids were well educatedand worked hard to provide us with a better life. He wasnever satisfied with my performance at school: and if I didwell, he never expressed his happiness in front of me. Heraised the bar all the time. Even when I secured the firstposition in school, he said something like How come you

scored less in this subject, next time your score should behigher! At that time I did not understand why he said that.But now when I look back, I can clearly see that it was allabout developing a strong sense for the value of educationin me. The message was not to stay contented with theachievement on hand but to aim for higher goals.

Thanks to him, I achieved the distinction of beingthe fist graduate in the family from both my maternal andpaternal sides. No he is no longer amongst us but his legacyand values will be carried forward, ever enshrined in myheart to be transmitted down the Ramayanapu family.

Like Father Like SonSrinivas Rao Ramayanapu


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Spirit World-Ramakishore Somanchi

Spiritual world is not something connected with spirits; it is something which we all try to understandRight from the beginning, we can reach the spiritual world through many ways and the pre-requisite for that is to forego your mosttreasured dream.

The spiritual world starts where material plane ends and it's an endless ocean whose depth cannot be fathomed by anyknown instrument. Scientists try to reach there throughTheir endless research and the saints reach there by practicing rituals and disciplining their body through Hatha yoga's.

There is also another path, the path of total surrender, through which one can reach there.For this one needs a beautiful object, which has some truth in it. By interacting with this object, theSeeker quickly sheds his own ego, gains enormous strength in the process and through this strengthCuts through the veil of illusion separating material and meta-physical planes and finally drowns himself inThe ocean of bliss, which is "the origin of truth".

In material plane we put heart into only few relationships, but in spiritual planeEvery relationship is important and an instant understanding comes into being that we all are connected way back (in previousjanams) and one can challenge any relationship from a distance.

When we all start to expand ourselves from one to many relationships, the universe too expands. This life is a

known between two unknowns, where we are allowed to play for a while.Just like we watch a movie, this play is being watched by higher souls that control events on this Planet.

Whenever we loose something, a part of ourself is lost in that relationship and which we always try to pull out and at the fagend of our life. We will be left with many such losses and the resultant grief will overwhelm all our achievements. Only a highamount of positive energy will help us in restoring our lost self. In order to achieve this, we need a cluster of natural relationshipsfrom where one can quickly acquire enough power to counter the material loss.


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Maganty Family Picture

HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!

My father inspiresme to work really hard.Success can take you toplaces.-Avinash Maganty

Avinash Maganty is ourBhagya and Prasadsson. He is seen with his

sister Nishita a 9thgrader.

Avinash is in his 1styear undergraduate inUpenn the ivy collegewhich ranks 5th in theU.S

Happy Fathers Day

All our love

Nishita & Avinash


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Keep Moving

Life gives answers in three ways.

It says yes and gives whatever you want.

It says no and gives you something better.

It says wait and gives you the best.

If you're committed to your dream,

you will win anyways.

Don't just dream, Live your dream.

Keep moving towards it.

-Anonymous


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On 30th April 2008, at about 8:30am in themorning, our planning phase culminated

and the Implementation phase started. Wefour (Santhi, Chandana, Vandana and self)embarked on our summer trip to the statesof Punjab and Himachal from Bangalore.Our plane took off to Delhi at 10:45am andreached Delhi at 1:15pm. Our train to Am-ritsar is at 4:30pm and we decided to take alook at Qutub Minar (as we missed thisgreat monument in our last visit to Delhi)on our way to the Railway Station. It wasvery hot at Delhi and hence we spent littletime at Qutub Minar. We went to SagarRestaurant at Defense Colony, primarily tokill time. This is the best joint for anySouth Indian tiffins when you are at NewDelhi. We reached the Railway stationwell in time and the Amritsar shatabdi waswaiting for us. The distance of about450kms, is covered in just 6 hours by thenew-look Shatabdi. They treat you like aking. They serve Mineral water bottle,cookies, tea, soup, a massive meal and anice cream. I strongly recommend this trainas it gives you the taste of the Modern In-dia.

Our driver Mr. Hardeeep Singh was wait-

ing for us right on the platform with a plac-ard. Dont be surprised. I booked a cab onthe net for the entire trip starting 30th Apriltill 10th May for a paltry sum of Rs. 16k,(inclusive of tollgate, parking fees, taxes).The big reason for me to do so is there isno good bus/train connectivity to all theplaces of our itinerary.

The next day, 1st May, 2008 we visited thesite where the Jallianwala Bagh massacrehas taken place. This place is few metersfrom the Golden Temple. Many bullet

marks can still be seen on the walls. It wasvery disturbing to be there and read thehorror created by Dyer and his cronies.

We moved on to the Golden temple andthe best part here is the Langar( a freecommunity meal). Everything inside theGurudwara Complex is free and distributedby self nominated volunteers. The Sikhshad 10 gurus starting with Guru Nanak andthere tenth guru Guru Gobind Singh haddeclared that Gurugrandh Sahib will

serve as their guru from then on. At theGolden Temple, kirtans are sung through out

the day and night in front of their holy book.The Golden Temple has three floors and oneshould visit all the floors. The only restric-tion however, is to cover your head inside thetemple complex. Now coming to the mostexciting part, the Langar, tens of thousandsare fed everyday and the waiting time for youto get the first roti is less than 2minutes irre-spective of the crowd. We can see the kitchenwhere 10000 rotis are made in 1 hour by ma-chine. Of course, sometimes, we get to eathand made rotis too as there are far toomany volunteer cooks. Along with rotis, onewill get Dal Makhni, a subzi, sweet and fla-voured rice in the morning and no rice isserved in the evening. All items are servedhot and they are deliciously prepared. Thereis no cap on any of the items and you all caneat your hearts content. The langar affair isso tempting we went again in the night toenjoy the meal.

In the evening, we went to the Wagah borderto witness the change of guard between thetwo countries. Wagah border is just 26kms.,from Amritsar town. The parade starts atsharp 6pm in summers and to get a good

view of the ceremony one should be there by5pm. We can see Pakistanis occupying thereside of Galleries and Indians out number thePakistanis. The atmosphere is electric withboth the sides sloganeering for their respec-tive mother lands. Vande Mataram, India-Zindabad, Bharath Mata ki Jai pumps theadrenalin of every Indian and the hour ofwaiting just disappears. I am not sure if in theentire world this kind of ceremony takesplace between any two countries.

On our way back we went to another temple

surrounded by a Sarovar, but this time it is aHindu temple, Durgiana Mandir housinggods like Durga, Krishna and Shiva. Our Daytwo ended with the Langar at the GoldenTemple.

Day 3(2nd May 2008):After having the complimentary breakfast wechecked out of the hotel and straight went tohave the famous Amritsari lassi. The Lassi isfull of cream and the milk very rich andtasty. The vendor adds an extra dose of butter

to make it richer with calories. I gave apat on my back for choosing to have this

famous lassi first thing in the morningand I am sure this is the only placewhere u get a spoon along with the lassiglass to eat out all the cream and thebutter. You need to run the whole day toburn the extra fat. After this, we set offto Dharamshala, our next destination.Dharamshala is a five hour drive(around230kms.) from Amritsar, via Guru-daspur, Pathankot. Till Pathankot, it isplains and from Pathankot the Ghat sec-tion begins. You can see the rich wheatfields of Punjab followed by snow-capped mountains in Himachal Pradesh.We reached Dharamshala at around3pm. In the evening at 5pm, we went toMc.Leod Ghanj where Dalai Lama hashis house nestled among Buddhist mon-asteries. We were told Dalai Lamamakes public appearance in the morningat 8am. We played with the bells thereand walked up to the gate where DalaiLama stays to take few photographs. Theentire place is full of posters depictingChinese brutality on silent Tibetan pro-testers. We came back to our resort andsaw a mindless Hindi movie Krazzy 4

that was screened as part of Club Activi-ties. Dharamshala is a place of scenicbeauty and we stayed there for just onenight.

Day 4(3rd May 2008):

We set off to our main destination Ma-nali. We started from Dharamshala at9am, visited two famous temples en-route and reached Manali via Mandi, adrive of 7hours,a distance of 240kms.,which I feel can be reached in six hours

if I were behind the steering wheel. Ourfriend Hardeep Singh was extremelycautious and I had to plead him to gofaster with my sign language, wheneverSanthi was dozing off at the back.Bunches of roses greeted us before wereached our resort. As we were verytired, we just took a shower and relaxedin the evening. IPL 20-20 match wasshown on a giant screen while I hadplenty of Apple wine. The bottle costsjust 120 bucks and tasted just like apple

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juice. Even with one bottle of wine, one isbound to get a kick equivalent to 3pegs ofSingle Malt whisky.

Day 5 (4th May 2008)

On this Sunday morning, the sun is shiningbright and we proceeded to Rohtang pass(about 40kms.from our resort) after finishingour Breakfast. The snow wear is available onrent (each complete set is available forRs.250) at various shops on the way to thesnow point. We reached Marri,12kms.,before Rohtang Pass where theresloads of snow. The road from Marri toRohtang Pass was closed due to some repairwork as landslides caused a lot of damage.However, one can go to the pass by trekkingor horse riding but we decided against it as it

is very time consuming. Also, there is noth-ing but snow even at that place. Our childrenhad a roaring time playing with the snow. Fora while, Santhi and self also became childrenlooking at so much snow, for the first time inour lives. We played in the snow for 3-4hours and reached our resort in the evening.Later in the night, when I excitedly told oursnow experience to RS on phone, he told methey got sick of seeing snow. I then realized Iam talking to the wrong person and decidednot to narrate our snow experience to anyonewho lived in Canada/US. I called few friends

in Andhra, where the mercury is soaring highat 45 degrees Celsius and gave a detailedexplanation of snow and after the call, I real-ized we got our moneys worth. The weatherat Manali suddenly changed and became verycold, thus keeping us locked indoors for therest of the Day.

Day 6(5th May)

Monday morning was very cold and cloudy,as we decided to go for local sight seeing.We first went to a natural hot water spring

that is just 6kms, from our resort. The placeis called Vashisht after the famous VashishtMuni. In the same compound as the templefor Vashisht muni, there is this spring withvery hot water and one can take bath in thesmall pond and it is a popular belief that onecan get rid of any kind of skin diseases afteryou take bath here. I felt the statement is trueas the water there is very rich in its sulphurcontent. Santhi spent a lot of time buyingwoolen jackets and other local articles. Wewent to Hidambi temple(wife of Bheema),

and Gatotkach temple. At Hidambi temple, one can see thegigantic feet of Hidambi, and all of us remembered MayaBazaar after visiting these temples. In the evening, we hadguestsSurprised to know that we had guests at Manali?

Yes, I mean it. The newly married couple, Gangadhar(younger brother of RS) and his wife Vijayalakshmi visitedus at our resort. We all played Housie(Bingo) conducted bythe resort entertainment team, where I won the first prize forFull House. I got a woolen stole as gift.

.. To be continued in the next Sangamam Times


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For A Bond That BindsHari T. Reddy

FOR A BOND THAT BINDSWhen was it that you had a nicechat with your parents?When was the last time you wenton an outing with your children?When was it that you had a tender

and memorable evening withyour spouse?When did you last call yourfriend and said hi or invited him /her for a coffee / tea?Relationships vary according tothe degree in which intimacy andsharing take place. This impliesthe discovery or the establish-ment of a common ground over aperiod of time.

Trust plays a crucial role in fos-tering a relationship that en-

dures. Relationships are gener-ally regarded in the light of therewards reaped from them. Usualcomplications to a thriving rela-tionship are Transferences, entan-glements and substitution.The roles we adopt in our rela-tionships are mostly influenced by our experiences in childhood

and our phases through adult-hood. In truth, the relationshipswe have with others are just pro- jections of the relationships wehave within ourselves. In a broader sense, our relationshipwith others is whatever we imag-ine them to be.This subjective view of relation-ships implies that we can changeor improve our relationships with

others by working on the internalrelationships within ourselvesfirst. Conversely, we can improve our internal relationships,such as our self-esteem, by work-ing on our relationships with oth-ers.Here is a simple test to drivehome the point.

Make a list of all the things thatbother you about other peo-ple.

Now read that list as if it ap-plies to you.

If youre honest youll soon admit

that all of your complaints aboutothers are really complaints aboutyourself! Though it can be hard toadmit that our complaints aboutothers are really complaints aboutourselves the upside is that our re-lationship issues actually re-veal where we ourselves still needto grow. Consequently, a fantasticway to accelerate our personalgrowth is to build relationships

with others. The more we interactwith others, the more we learnabout ourselves.I believe the true value of humanrelationships is that they serve as pointers to unconditional love.When we forgive, accept, and

love ourselves, we will forgive,

accept, and love all other human

beings as they are. The more weimprove our internal relation-

ships between our thoughts, beliefs,and intentions, the more loving andharmonious our human relation-ships will become. Money mustnever be placed above or valuedabove people. It is crucial that wedon't see the world as it is. Instead,we must see the world as we are.

Finally for fostering a Good

Human Relationship:LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS

YOURSELF.

FORGIVE THE OTHER PER-SON.

TREAT THE OTHER PERSONTHE WAY YOU WOULDLIKE TO BE TREATED.

SMILE AND BE FRIENDLY.BE COURTEOUS.

BE TRUTHFUL, WITHOUT GIV-ING OFFENSE.

REMEMBER THE OTHER PER-SON'S NAME, AND USE IT

FREQUENTLY.

DON'T ARGUE.

FIND AREAS OF AGREEMENT.

DON'T CRITICIZE.

SHOW HONEST APPRECIATION.

TRY TO SEE THE OTHER PER-

SON'S POINT OF VIEW.

GIVE YOUR FULL ATTENTIONTO THE OTHER PERSONWHEN HE IS TALKING.

TALK ABOUT THE OTHER PER-SON'S INTERESTS.

ADMIT YOU MAY BE WRONG.

LET THE OTHER PERSON DOMOST OF THE TALKING.

LET THE OTHER PERSON TALKABOUT HIMSELF/HERSELF.

LET THE OTHER PERSON TAKESOME CREDIT.

LET THE OTHER PERSON SAVEFACE.

HOLD THE OTHER PERSON,AND YOURSELF, TO HIGHAND NOBLE STANDARDS.

CARE FOR OTHERS SOMEONEOUTTHERE WILL CARE FORU.


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