Sir Michael Costa was once conducting an orchestra in London. One of the instrumentalists, playing a piccolo, was suddenly overwhelmed with his own unimportance as a minor contributor to the mighty volume of harmonious sound. So he stayed his fingers and the piccolo was silent. Immediately Sir Michael raised his hand and cried, “Stop! Where’s the piccolo?”. Every other instrument in the orchestra was incomplete without the cooperation of the piccolo.
Fly Higher !!!
August 18, 2006 - Leave a Response
Once there lived an eagle in one of the peaks of Himalayas Mountain. She had 2 young ones and had built a nest so high on the mountain. Daily, she would go on a hunt and return with fresh worms and goodie stuff to eat. The young ones loved her so much. Everytime, they would have their eyes wide open and see how their mother flew high on the sky and were very proud. Sometimes, they would even do their kitty talk to each other saying that someday they would fly even higher.
