HOW TO POISON YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW.

A long time ago, a girl named Li-Li got married and went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time,Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all.Their personalities were very different,and Li-Li was angered by many of her Mother-in-laws habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly. Days passed days,and weeks passed weeks. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting. But what made the situation even worse was that according to ancient chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish.

All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing the poor husband great distress. Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-law's bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it.Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs. She told him the situation and asked if he would give her some poison so that she could solve the problem once and for all. Mr. Huang went into the room, and returned in a few minutes with a package of herbs.

He told Li-Li,"you can't use a quick-acting poison to get  rid of your mother-in-law,Because that could cause people to become suspicious. Therefore, I have given you a number of herbs that will slowly build up poison in her body. Every other day prepare some delicious meal and put a little of these herbs in her serving.Now, in order to make sure that nobody suspects you when she dies, you must be very careful to act very friendly towards her. Don't argue with her, obey her every wish, and treat her like a queen."

Li-Li was so happy .she thanked Mr. Huang and hurried home to start her plot of murdering her mother-in-law. weeks went by, and months went by, and every other day, Li-Li served the specially treated food to her mother-in-law. she remembered what Mr. Huang had said about avoiding suspicion, so  she controlled her temper, obeyed her in-laws, and treated her like her own mother. After six months had passed, the whole household had changed. Li-Li had practiced controlling her temper so much that she found that she almost never got mad or upset.she hadn't had an argument in six months with her mother-in-law, who now seemed much kinder and easier to get along with. 

The mother-in-law's attitude toward Li-Li changed, and she began to love Li-Li like her own daughter. she kept telling friends and relatives that Li-Li was the best daughter-in-law one could ever find. Li-Li and her mother-in-law were now treating each other like a real mother and daughter. Li-Li's husband was very happy to see what was happening.

One day, Li-Li came to see Mr.Huang and asked for his help again. she said, Mr. Huang, please help me to keep the poison from killing my mother-in-law. she changed into a such a nice women, and I love her like my own mother. I do not want her to die because of the poison I gave her."Mr Huang smiled and nobbed his head. " Li-Li, there's nothing to worry about. I never gave you any poison. The herbs I gave you were Vitamins to improve her health. The only poison was in your mind and your attitude toward her, but that was been all washed away by the love which you gave to her."

MORAL : Friends, have you ever realized that how you treat others is exactly how they will treat you? In chaina it is said 'THE PERSON WHO LOVES OTHERS WILL ALSO BE LOVED." Why not we follow-up this Moral.

Edwin  picardo2002us@yahoo.com 04/10/2002

It was four years ago, when I was working in Dubai, one day I was traveling by  taxi from Abu Dhabi to Dubai. It was evening and I was the only  passenger returning to Dubai.

On the way, the middle aged Pakistani driver started conversation regarding his work and his country. He started narrating his background. He was telling me how he worked for a few years in Pakistani Army and how he landed in Bangalore as an ISI agent. To my surprise and my curiosity I asked for more information, but he was  not ready  to disclose anything more. But later he started talking. Some how the story  he explained was shocking!. All are aware of the Pakistani government’s involvement in supporting ISI agents to de-stabilise the Indian Government and encouraging terrorist activities.

He said he came through Rajastan, crossed the Indian border and traveled  as a rural unemployed person. Finally he reached his destination and stayed on the  out skirts of Bangalore. He chose to work with a family consisting of mother and her only daughter living together. As he said to them he was unemployed, and came from Rajastan because of drought, and  accepted to look after their cows. He stayed at  their farmhouse and secretly  started sourcing general information and noted down in his secret dairy. Once in a week he was using the public phones where no one could doubt him and passing all the relevant information to his Government by his secret codes!

His mission was to get  the maximum information from locality and send it to his seniors regularly. Similarly, He was telling me how the Indian spies were active in Pakistani soil and how some of them were caught and serving sentences behind the bars.

For my doubt I asked the place where he stayed two years in Bangalore. He recalled the name of the place and the woman, her daughter's name very well. It was a Hindu family, and  he appreciated  their generosity and he said he is missing them. After that he moved to Hyderabad stayed for a few months, with his three-year mission completed he returned to Pakistan the way he came from. Later he retired and came to U.A.E. running his own taxi!

Can you believe  how many ISI agents are still  living secretly in India? Are our authorities  smart enough to find them out in our population of almost a billion  ?

Experienced by:Manoj Sequeira. 02/10/02

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I remember the good old days as I was walking in the field with wet legs and muddy foot.  I remember the days: I saw a few persons in the field and even had some fearful night mares about them.

The first one was found often with a French hat on his bald head, a radio in his shoulder, a walking stick, a bulgy stomach, hefty body…at times which drew away the fallen paddy on his walking path. He smiled less but looked grumpy and serious. Voice was coming out from his finger tips and did not sound from his stomach or throat. Hefty and well built was he; Oh I shall not forget him as I remember him now. But who is he? Can you tell me? He was found 7 days a week between 9 am to 5 pm found in Hosala bail.

The second is the one whom I saw was other side of the river sitting under the coconut tree and was eating tender coconut. He was found in a pitiful situation but was confident as he was the man of his younger days with authority and power, of course with money and muscles. He was hard working and rather demanding too. He was last seen by me when I was in seventh standard and he died in the same year. He was found around in Srimati Kadti’s  residence. He was seen next to Mr. Harry D’Souza’s residence. On the other side of the river. Who is he? Can you guess. Seeing him I said, never to become rich!

The third one I found was with  minimum cloothes around his waist.  All the time he loved the field work more than his food and drink. I admired him as a hard worker with little flesh on his pale bones. He was found dead in the field. I think I was in the fifth or sixth standard. He was carried on a chair from the field to the house. Who is he? I salute him as he was welknown for his sincerity and simplicity.

The fourth: wise in his way. He had a man to ‘man’ him as he would go to town with a cup of coffee and return with a peg in his friends family. He was heavy  built but smiling often with a wit in a village style. He calls ‘Dhooma’ from one side of the river to the other, and who comes in the Canoe that would take him to the other end. He did not teach mathematics without using the word ‘mangarandiyelo’. He was Number one among the maths teachers ever exizted in Barkur. He taught me too. Who is he?

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henrycds@rediffmail.com  02/10/02

Hello,  Harry D’Souza, how are you?  Nice of  you all  doing the great job for Barkur. Thanks,

Jasmine, Canada 01/10/02.

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