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Category: Children’s

  • Rana Jabeen: A Journey of Resilience and Unstoppable Determination

    In the vibrant city of Kanpur, on a crisp November day in 2002, a girl named Rana Jabeen was born. Her early years were not without challenges, as she faced adversity from various angles. Being a Muslim in a society that sometimes struggled with acceptance, even her own classmates attempted to betray her. Despite the difficulties, Rana’s spirit remained unbroken, and she emerged stronger, ready to face the world.

    Completing her 10th and 12th education in her beloved hometown, Rana’s journey was fraught with obstacles. She encountered numerous accidents in her childhood, testing her resilience and fortitude. However, these experiences instilled in her an unwavering determination to shape her own destiny.

    After completing her 12th grade, Rana decided to embark on a path that would lead her to new horizons: a career in Aeronautical Engineering. With aspirations that reached for the sky, she set out on a mission to make her dreams a reality.

    In 2023, Rana proudly stood among the graduates in the field of Aviation. Although she had faced numerous setbacks in her pursuit of admission to prestigious IITs, she refused to let disappointment define her. Instead, she seized the opportunity to attend FGIET College in Rae Bareli, where she dedicated herself to her studies, emerging as a fully-fledged Aeronautical Engineer.

    Yet, the challenges did not end there for Rana. As she searched for job opportunities, she encountered the harsh reality of a competitive job market. Despite the obstacles, she remained undeterred, holding tightly to her unwavering spirit. Through her struggles, she learned invaluable life lessons, understanding the significance of placing trust only in her parents, who had been her unwavering pillars of support.

    Moreover, Rana’s journey has been enriched by her acquisition of various skills along the way. She delved into the world of Python programming, honed her expertise in CAD/CAM, and immersed herself in the fascinating realm of aeronautics and drones. Furthermore, she discovered her flair for web design, displaying her versatility and determination to expand her horizons.

    Now, Rana finds herself at home, yearning for opportunities in the aviation industry or any work-from-home position that allows her to stand on her own two feet. The shyness she feels when asking her parents for money to cover her expenses drives her to strive for independence. With dreams sparkling in her eyes, she marches forward, overcoming every obstacle in her path.

    Rana’s ultimate dream is to be a part of ISRO, contributing her talents to satellite and spaceship projects that push the boundaries of human knowledge. Alternatively, she aspires to join HAL, where she envisions herself engaged in groundbreaking research to develop highly efficient aircraft, optimizing speed, weight, and fuel consumption.

    Rana Jabeen is a force to be reckoned with—an unstoppable spirit who refuses to be held back by circumstances. Her indomitable will, unwavering determination, and unyielding passion for aviation drive her ever closer to the pinnacle of success. With every step forward, she proves that challenges are merely stepping stones on the path to triumph.

    Today, as Rana reflects on her journey, she knows that her resilience and positive mindset will continue to propel her forward. With an unshakeable resolve, she will rise above any obstacle and fulfill her destiny. Rana Jabeen, the unstoppable force, shall never cease her ascent until she reaches the top.

  • Into the Quantum: The Epic Tale of the Quantum Explorers

    Into the Quantum: The Epic Tale of the Quantum Explorers

    Once upon a time, in the not-too-distant future, there was a group of four extraordinary youths named Maya, the intrepid leader with a keen intellect, Alex, the tech-savvy sensation with a knack for problem-solving, Lily, the compassionate and intuitive empath, and Max, the daring adventurer always seeking new thrills. They were renowned as “The Quantum Explorers” throughout their little town due to their amazing ability to interface with the enigmatic world of Quanta.

    Their community was ecstatic when famous physicist Dr. Victor Miller revealed an incredible discovery—a hidden gateway leading to an alternative realm known as Quanta. This dimension was a magical realm ruled by confusing quantum mechanics principles and riddles, where reality twisted and turned, revealing both predictable patterns and astounding secrets. The Quantum Explorers, filled with ravenous curiosity, joyfully went on a fascinating adventure, travelling through the portal into the fascinating world of Quanta.

    The Quantum Explorers discovered a variety of sentient quantum beings that challenged their concept of reality as they travelled deeper into Quanta’s unimaginable domain. They saw shimmering waves of probability that danced and intermingled, mischievous quantum particles that appeared to exist in numerous states at the same time, and enigmatic abnormalities that challenged nature’s own principles. Each mind-bending meeting increased their interest and feeling of wonder, testing the limits of their understanding of the universe. The Quantum Explorers probed deeper into the mysteries of the macrocosm with each enigma they encountered. They began to perceive the universe as a wonderful tapestry, with interrelated threads and powers permeating every nook of existence. They quickly understood that their acts in this remarkable universe had far-reaching implications beyond their immediate comprehension.

    As the Quantum Explorers descended deeper into Quanta, they encountered an aggressive force that threatened to disturb the delicate equilibrium of the quantum realm and spill over into their own reality. Dark tendrils snaked through Quanta’s brilliant fabric, threatening to unravel everything they treasured. Undaunted by the rising danger, the Quantum Explorers gathered their courage and pooled their collective intelligence to develop a bold plan.

    They developed a strong network of quantum links, a web of intertwined energies that radiated positivity and harmony across Quanta, through steadfast dedication and unlimited imagination. The creeping darkness was dispersed by this burst of light and harmony, restoring equilibrium to the quantum realm.

    Maya, Alex, Lily, and Max were hailed as heroes when they returned to their hometown as famous figures. Their  astonishing story inspired a new generation of enquiring minds to investigate the wonders of the world and embrace the unlimited possibilities concealed within the quantum realm. The Quantum Explorers shared their skills as they went on their fantastic adventures, developing a thirst for travel and encouraging others to explore the unknown. As a result, the story of “The Quantum Enigma: Journey to Quanta’s Paradox” piqued the curiosity of both young and old readers, reminding them that the universe was full of enormous realms of information waiting to be discovered. It invited individuals to reject the limits of their apparent reality, embrace the mysteries, and embark on their own individual excursions into the enchanting world of the quantum realm.

  • The Tale of Synthopolis

    In the sprawling metropolis of “Synthopolis”, a cold and sterile monument to the triumph of technology and capitalism, a man named Madison wandered through the gleaming streets. The towering skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their mirrored surfaces reflecting a distorted reality.

    Madison was like a cog in the machine, a faceless employee of a soulless corporation. Day in and day out, he toiled away in a vast office building, surrounded by the ceaseless hum of computers and the indifferent gazes of his colleagues. His existence had become a monotonous routine, devoid of purpose or fulfillment. Amidst the never-ending pursuit of financial progress, Madison felt an overwhelming sense of existential emptiness. The relentless pace of life in Synthopolis left no room for introspection or genuine human connection. Loneliness became his constant companion, an invisible weight that dragged him deeper into a pit of despair.

    In this futuristic techno-capitalist dystopia, even relationships were reduced to mere transactions. Virtual reality had replaced physical interaction, and people hid behind digital avatars, exchanging hollow pleasantries and empty promises. The screens that surrounded Madison served as a constant reminder of his isolation, a cold barrier separating him from the warmth of genuine human touch.

    One fateful evening, as the neon lights bathed the city in an artificial glow, Madison stumbled upon an old, forgotten bookstore nestled between towering megastores. Drawn by an inexplicable yearning for something real, he stepped inside, the creaking wooden door served as a stark contrast to the polished perfection of the outside world. Within the bookstore’s musty embrace, Madison discovered a collection of forgotten books, their pages yellowed and worn. He leafed through the words of long-dead authors, their prose carrying a weight that seemed to resonate with his soul. It was as if these forgotten voices reached out from the past, beckoning him to explore the depths of his own existence.

    As Madison immersed himself in the stories of the written word, he realized that he was not alone in his struggles. The characters he encountered grappled with their own loneliness, their own battles with meaning and purpose. The books became his companions, offering solace in their tales of triumph and tragedy, and igniting a spark of hope within him. Inspired by the written revelations of philosophers like Karl Marx and Jean Baudrillard, Madison sought to bridge the gap between the virtual realm and the physical world. He yearned to break free from the superficial connections that had plagued his life and find genuine human connection. Armed with newfound purpose, he embarked on a mission to create spaces where people could come together, away from the suffocating grip of technology.

    Madison’s vision soon materialized in the form of small gathering places, where people could engage in face-to-face conversations, share stories, and explore the complexities of their existence. The spaces were devoid of screens, encouraging genuine interactions and fostering a sense of belonging. Word of these havens spread like wildfire through Synthopolis. People hungry for authenticity flocked to these places, craving the touch of human connection that had eluded them for so long. In the midst of this awakening, Madison realized that he was not alone in his struggle. The collective loneliness and despair that pervaded Synthopois were a result of a shared longing for true human connection.

    Through his actions, Madison inadvertently ignited a non-violent revolution against the nihilist technological regime. The people of Synthopolis yearned to break free from the shackles of isolation and rediscover their humanity. As the city trembled under the weight of discontent, the once-sterile streets began to resonate with the sound of footsteps, laughter, and the vibrant energy of genuine connection. And hence, in the heart of this techno-capitalist dystopia, Madison became a beacon of hope, a symbol of resilience in the face of a dehumanizing world.

  • The King and the Seeds

    The King and the Seeds

    A king had three sons. As he was getting old, he wanted to hand over his throne to the most capable son among the three.

    One day he called the three princes for the purpose of testing their abilities and gave each of them a seed and said, “Sons! I want all three of you to plant these seeds in a pot and take good care of them for one year. After one year all three of you should be present in front of me with your pots. Seeing what you bring with you, I will decide who among you will take care of the kingdom after me.”

    The three princes took those seeds from the king and went to the royal garden, choosing a pot each for themselves and sowing their seeds. From that day onwards, they started taking care of the seeds by going to the royal garden every day.

    After completion of one year, the king called his sons again. All three reached the king with their respective pots. While both the elder princes were happy, the youngest prince was sad.

    Both the elder princes proudly showed the plants grown by them to the king. But the little prince showed the empty pot to the king and said, “Father! I watered the seed throughout the year. Took good care of it. But it did not germinate at all.”

    The king looked at the three pots and said, “Now the time has come for me to tell you to whom I am going to hand over this kingdom.” Both the elder princes started looking at the king excitedly. But the little prince lowered his gaze. He knew that seeing the empty pot, the king would not make him his successor. The next moment the king announced, “I hand over the reins of this kingdom to the little prince.”

    Hearing this, both the elder princes said, “Father! How can you do this? We have appeared with the plants grown from the seeds you have given and the little prince’s pot is empty. Still, instead of choosing us, you chose him as your successor. This is injustice.”

    The king smiled and said, “Sons! One year back when I had given the seeds to all three of you, I did not tell you that those seeds were boiled. It was not possible for plants to grow from those seeds. I don’t need to tell you how you both made the impossible possible. The plants in the pots brought by you are not actually from the seeds that I had given you. You both are liars. The little prince is truthful and honest. That’s why he is eligible to be my successor.”

    In this way, following the path of truth and honesty, the younger prince became the king and both the older princes kept repenting.

    Moral of the Story: Always be truthful and honest.

  • Karma

    Once, there was a big garden near the small town. Garden was looked after by a young gardener. Daily, used to water the plants and trees. One day, the gardener saw that one tree was dying. So, he planned to cut down that tree.

    Next day, he came with an axe near the tree. When the gardener was about to cut the tree, he saw that many birds had made their nests on the branches of that tree. He did not bother about the nests. He started cutting the tree. A bird came out of the nest and said, “Sir! I have laid my eggs. This is my house. Please do not cut this tree.” The gardener ignored her request and continued with his work. Many other birds also came to him and requested him, but he ignored all the requests.

    While cutting the tree, suddenly his axe struck a honeycomb which was on the back side of that tree. The bees attacked the gardener. He started running and the bees were also running after the gardener. Suddenly he saw a pond and he jumped into the water. The bees could not spot him and went back to the tree. Then the gardener thought that it is true that some people do not listen to requests but they do understand the language of blows. Then he gave up the idea of cutting the tree. And get that taste of his Karma.

  • Memories

    Memories

    I was rummaging through the drawers of my closet looking for that picture frame, that picture I so dearly admired of my father, but to no avail. I sat disappointed in vain, with tears strolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t find it! I was depressed, sad and very angry with the situation I had landed into with the twist of fate.

    I am Andy, a famous singer and rapper in the States. On the outside, my life looks picture perfect, but like everyone else I have had my fair share of unfortunate events. First, I lost my mother at the age of four due to cancer, and now I have lost my father as well at the ripe age of twenty. Where families go on trips together and enjoy life with their teenage kids, I have lost my parents. He was my only supporting anchor after the loss of my mother, but now he is gone as well. It feels like my life is slipping off my hands. I have been on a break for two months now. Life seems to have come to a stop. I have not stepped out of my house even once. People talk about me, my loss, about how unfortunate I am. There is news about me everywhere and I do not want to face a single soul. My doorbell has rung for the twentieth time today, but I won’t get up. I won’t open the doors. I know it’s Stacy, my childhood best friend, but I don’t want to talk to a single soul. I closed my eyes in despair, losing myself back, to all those beautiful memories with my father. Running along the beach with nothing but my swimming trunks on, shouting at the top of my lungs and having fun. Enjoying the cool sea breeze hitting on my face. It’s a Sunday those few days when I get to meet him and take a break from that boarding school. He is my comfort place. His hearty laugh continues to ring in my ears. Another ring; I instantly opened my eyes and came hitting the brutal reality of my being. What a loss!

    I slowly got up, walked towards my door and flung it open. I shouted frustrated, ‘What is it, Stacy! Can you not see I am ignoring the doorbells?’ Then, suddenly a smack landed across my head! It was Stacy, she smacked me so hard my head hurts now. I looked at her in shock while she had tears brimming down her eyes. She exclaimed, ‘What is wrong with you! Why wouldn’t you open the door!’ She tried to get in, but I denied her entry I couldn’t face her right now. I felt like a loser, staying cooped up in my apartment unable to face the brutal reality of life. She nodded her head, scanned my face and sighed she said,’ Andy take a break, go out go to your favourite places and have a calming walk. Connect with nature. Stop being cooped up in this apartment of yours. You are not taking yourself anywhere your life will slip out of your hands at this rate.’ She then quickly swiped the remaining tears from her eyes and then started rummaging through her bag. She then popped out a black mask, a black cap along with a black jacket from her ever-so-glorious backpack. Shocked I asked her, ‘Whose murder do you expect me to commit?’ She just rolled her eyes and told me that it was so that I could conceal my identity and move around the city without gaining attention. I suggested,’ I would look like a stalker with that all-black look’, to which she just landed me a stern look and directed me to wear it with a nod of her head. I complied. Once I was all ready she told me to make sure I got out of the house and take some fresh air, giving me a mint she turned on her heels and walked out of my place. Exactly! What I needed to begin stepping out of the house; was some courage. After collecting my wallet and wearing my shoes I walked out of that apartment. I looked up in the sky, it was cloudy and pleasant opposite to the mood I had. Thinking to myself how sad my life is I dragged myself through the pavements of the city. After around half an hour of aimless walking, I entered a sketchy area. Things seem in a bad condition there. When I further galavanted inside, I realized I was in a poor neighbourhood. It looked like it was in ruins, the sheds were falling off, the houses were ill-kept and none of the houses had any boundary walls. I looked in the direction of one house there was one boy outside with a dog he was playing with a puppy. I stopped in my tracks and continued looking at him; I don’t know what got into me, but I started walking towards him and knocked on that barely hanging door to make them aware of my presence. The boy looked up with his puppy also doing so in the process. After scanning my entire body the boy announced in a deep voice,’ You don’t seem like you belong to this neighbourhood, why are you here?’

    I didn’t answer him, instead, I questioned him if I could sit beside him, he paused lost in thought for a few seconds but then nodded his head. He then continued to pet the puppy. After a few minutes or so, he looked at me and said,’ You seem upset.’ I nodded then, after a pause, the words began to flow out of me. I told him how I had lost my father and how much I cherished him. How I felt worthless and lonely. The boy nodded turning all his attention towards me, whispering he said,’ I understand.’ Anger shot through me, and in a clipped tone I asked, ‘What makes you think you understand me? I don’t think you have gone through what I have.’I was ignorant. He very calmly looked at me, then with a tilt of his head with his messy hair falling on his forehead he said, ‘While I may not have gone through what you exactly went through, however, I understand the feeling of loss and losing your loved one.’ He took a deep breath and then continued,’ I lost both my parents in an accident and my uncle took all my property that didn’t upset me or deter me, but then he severed all ties with me and didn’t let me enter my house or collect my belongings. For quite a while, I fought for my rights in court, but it was all in vain. My uncle was too powerful and I lost the case. I came to terms with the reality and moved to this neighbourhood.’ He explained how he feels the loss of his parents, the loss of his previous life and it hurts till now, but he has moved on with his life. I looked at him deep in thought, realizing I am not the only one who faces loss in this world, a reality that I always knew. However, it never hit me as deeply as it did today. He looked up in the sky and said what a beautiful day it is today; I simply agreed with the shake of my head. Then he looked me in the eyes and said,’ You didn’t answer my previous question.’ I swallowed saying,’ I was just wandering around and ended up here.’ He nodded again. Suddenly I felt something sniffing my hand when I looked towards my hands I realized it was the puppy, a small smile came on my lips once in a long time and I just petted the little animal happy to be out of my misery for a while. The boy then remarked,’ You know what? You must be grateful for your life and not dwell in sadness.’ He said,’ You will forever feel the loss and the void but don’t stop with your life. Continue working and putting your mind elsewhere instead of closing yourself off from the world.Face the world.’ I looked at him suspiciously and asked.’Do you know me?’ He nodded and told me how I am a famous personality and everybody knows me, so it is obvious for him to know me. I nodded in approval. He then took a deep breath and sighed he stood up, dusted his pants and put his hand in his pockets.He then asked, ‘Do you want to come in for coffee?’ I was about to say no, but then I wanted to talk to him more and nodded my head in affirmation. We walked inside the house. Inside the house, there was a cosy place, very different and opposite to how it looked on the outside.Nonetheless, I comfortably sat on the chair near a table facing the boy’s kitchen and continued to look around until a thought came up in my brain.I asked the boy if he had any memories of his parents, and he shook his head and told me he lost it all his uncle was too cruel, he locked away his house and stopped his employment at Big firms did he let him retrieve any of his belongings although he begged for it. After a pause, he poured the coffee and brought it to me, sitting in front of me he told that he had stopped caring for his memories are far better and more intact. I nodded understanding, I had a faint flicker of sympathy in my heart but assumed that he wouldn’t want any just like I didn’t. I then asked him how he survives in such a slum considering his background.He then explained how he had to live by doing menial jobs and living a little better off than the rest of the neighbourhood with some extra income. We conversed about many other things, our lives and experiences.After a few hours, I looked outside and commented that it had begun to get dark. He nodded and told me I should get out of the slum early as it gets dangerous at night. Instantly, I stood up with my hands in my pocket and shook hands with him. Just before I was about to get out of his house, I turned and said you didn’t tell me your name he shook his head smiling and said if we meet ever again I would tell you then, I looked at him, nodded and walked out of the place. While walking back to my apartment with my hands in my pocket I looked up in the sky with a smile playing on my lips for suddenly I was grateful about life. Not because I was better off than others but because I suddenly realized the importance of letting go and being grateful for what I have. Slowly I felt the weight of things falling off my chest and felt lighter. That night I had a sound sleep. The next day, I sent my thanks to Stacy for her suggestion and apologized for my behaviour toward her. In subsequent days I started visiting the boy often, now I know his name, it’s Steve and within no time he has become a nice friend to me. Yesterday, I offered him a job as my manager and he has very happily accepted the offer. He will now continue to live with me. Nowadays, I feel better, happier and lighter with the change of perspective and environment my heart feels lighter. I look at the sky more and smile more. I pray for my parents each night and aim to work more hard in my life for I must not lose this life. Our life is the most precious thing gifted to us by god and we mustn’t waste it by being ungrateful instead, when problems and failures hit in life know you should stand up again and fight back for fighting back is more important than anything. Do not let life direct you; you direct your life.

  • The Kindness of Maya

    Once upon a time, in a village nestled in the mountains, there lived a young girl named Maya. Maya was known for her kind heart and generous spirit. She loved to help anyone in need, no matter who they were or what they needed.

    One day, as she was walking home from the market, she saw an old man struggling to carry a heavy load of firewood. Without a second thought, she rushed over to help him. The old man was grateful and thanked Maya for her kindness.

    Days passed, and Maya continued to help anyone she came across who needed assistance. She helped carry groceries for elderly neighbors, cleaned up the streets, and even volunteered at the local animal shelter. Her acts of kindness did not go unnoticed, and soon people started to call her “Maya the Kind.”

    One day, a wise old woman approached Maya and asked her why she did so much for others. Maya replied, “I believe that kindness is contagious, and if I can help just one person, they will be inspired to help others as well. We can make the world a better place if we all help each other.”

    The old woman smiled and said, “You are right, my dear. But remember, being kind is not just about helping others; it’s also about being kind to yourself. You cannot help others if you do not take care of yourself first.”

    Maya was taken aback by the old woman’s words. She realized that she had been so busy helping others that she had forgotten to take care of herself. She had not slept properly, had not eaten well, and had neglected her own needs.

    From that day on, Maya made a promise to herself to take care of herself as much as she took care of others. She started to set aside time for herself, meditated, and exercised regularly. She realized that by taking care of herself, she was able to help others more effectively and efficiently.

    The morale of the story is that while helping others is a noble act, we must not forget to take care of ourselves as well. We cannot give to others what we do not have ourselves. By taking care of ourselves, we become stronger and more capable of helping others. So, be kind to yourself as well as to others.

  • Christmas Gift

    Christmas Gift

    This is the month of December, everyone is out for Christmas Eve. Everywhere it’s been decorated with lights, stars and little to Christmas trees. Match stick seller boy John was carrying a basket full of match sticks.  Mrs Jones from across the street is busy serving her customer in her little cake shop.  Martha is busy selling little Santa toys and reindeer. Amongst this hustle bustle, there’s a girl, who’s going to meet her Grandma with her mom.  Her name is Nina. She’s 10 yrs old.

    Her dad passed away when she was only 5yrs. He died in a car accident while coming home from work. He used to love her and cherish her. Both her mom and she believes that her dad is still there by their side, protecting them. Her dad was the best person in this world. Her mom, still remembers that day when both she and her husband was going to drop at her grandma’s house for the first time. They were so happy.

    Her grandma was sitting on a rocking chair and was watching others celebrating Christmas Eve. She was sitting in her garden and twinning wool threads in a pair of single-point knitting needles. She is an old lady. She used to live alone here in her own house. She was wearing a shawl around her, covering herself from this harsh winter.  She has rounded and golden-rimmed spectacles. Today she’s quite happy because Nina is coming to her house for Christmas with her mother. She had baked her favourite choco chip fudge cake, with gingerbread house.  It’s about time when Nina is about to come but she dozed off.

    After a long time, she felt like someone is wrapping their small hands around her. Grandma quickly woke up. Nina says,” Guess who’s this?” Grandma says,” It’s you, my little pie.” Nina quickly jumps in joy and hugs her tightly and wishes her, Merry Christmas, Meeemaw. Grandma says,” Merry Christmas Nina.” Nina says,” I have a surprise for you., but first you have to close your eyes and no peeking” Grandma closes her eyes. She felt something upon her hands. Nina told her to open her eyes. Grandma gasps. She asks, “What is it?” Nina says,” It’s gloves, granny. Both me and my mom made this for you. When my dad passed away, you were the only one who took care of us. Now it’s time for us to take care of you. Grandma’s eyes are filled with tears. She says,” Thank you, my dear.”

  • I want a remote car too🚘

    There was a little 8- year-old girl, Bhuvana. She is a sweet, obedient girl who barely demands anything and belongs to a typical middle-class South-Indian family. Her father was an auto-rickshaw driver, and her mother was a simple homemaker. Bhuvana’s maternal relatives are more financially sound than her family because her maternal uncle is a Government Servant.

    One day Bhuvana’s uncle came to their house to invite them to his son’s birthday party, which was on the next day, and the venue was their own house. Bhuvana did not want to attend the party because she thought her cousin was very arrogant and told her mother that he was always rude and do not even share his toys with her. Somehow, she agreed to attend the party with her mother after she heard about the delicious cakes, chips, balloons and sweet juicy gulab jamun prepared by her granny.

    The next day, Bhuvana went to the party. Granny’s house was filled with balloons she could smell the samosas frying in the kadai, so many kids with the birthday cap on, and a cake box, the same Bhuvana who was unhappy until this moment, suddenly her excitement and joy came out of nowhere. At the time of the cake cutting, her cousin got a birthday present, a brand new remote control car worth Rs.5000. The little boy immediately took the remote control, placed the car on the floor and started playing with it. Bhuvana thought to play with the car after everything was over.

    After everything was over, Bhuvana asked her cousin to give her the remote control to play with the car only once, but the kid refused and started to yell at her, “This is my toy. Go get yours”. Bhuvana looked at her mother and then at her granny, but nobody asked him to give the car to her. Only his father asked him not to yell at her.

    Bhuvana was very sad and didn’t want to stay there even for a second. She started crying and wanted to go back to their house asked her mother to take her back to home and even called her dad to pick her up. She was very adamant about going back. Her father came and took them back in his rickshaw. Throughout her ride, she complained to her father about how the birthday boy was rude and did not give her the remote to play with the car, and nobody supported her and said that nobody like her and everyone loves  him because he has a remote control car. She said, “I want a remote control car too”. For which the father agreed and asked about its cost, and the mother replied in a sarcastic tone, 5000 Rupees.

    After reaching home, Bhuvana was very excited about the new car because she wanted to show it to her cousin and play with it and slept with the same excitement of her father giving the brand new remote control  car. The next day, her father bought a remote control car and gave it to her. The car was about half the size of her cousin’s car, the remote control was about the size of a mobile handset with only two buttons, and the antenna was thin, like a wire strand. Its price was Rs.100 bought from the famous Majestic local market of Bengaluru. She was not at all happy about this. Her cousin has a big expensive car, but she got a cheap car. She did not want to play with it which made her mother furious. And her father felt very upset.

    After some days, Bhuvana’s uncle and her cousin came to their house randomly. The boy came with his remote car and started playing with it. His big car went near the small car of Bhuvana lying in the corner. The boy took the car, and asked to whom this tiny car belonged. Bhuvana said that the car belongs to her, for which the boy made fun of her car and asked about starting the race between the two toy cars. Both of them placed their toys on the starting line, and as soon the remote buttons of the big car were pressed, it started controlling the small car too. Maybe, the signals from the advanced remote control overthrew the signals from the local remote. Bhuvana got very angry and switched off her car. And the boy started dancing happily that he had won the race.

    Later, the boy went to the balcony and told his father about the race, who was having tea with Bhuvana’s father and started playing with it again, enacting the race event. At full speed, he moved it forward towards the opening of the balcony, unble to control it, the car fell and shattered into pieces within seconds. The boy started crying. His father hit him and shouted at him for being negligent and later went home, collecting the broken pieces and threw them into the garbage.

    By looking at all this, Bhuvana took her car and hugged it. Although it was not expensive and she did not want to play with it, it was still with her, unbroken. Even though she did not like it, her father bought her whatever possible from his credibility. She understood it later, went to her father, hugged him for bringing her this gift even though it was not her birthday and thought of buying a real car for her father.

    People often ignore small bits of happiness for a huge luxury. In this case, it is true, but she was quick enough to take the life lesson offered to her, at the right time and saw her father’s hard work and satisfaction of fulfilling his daddy duties from that 100Rs car.

  • UNNECESSARY CONCERN

    There lived a washerman named Karpoorpatak in Gujarat. He had a donkey which carried loads of clothes for him, and a dog which guarded his house at night. One night the washerman and his wife were sleeping comfortably when a thief burgled their house. The dog and the donkey both were fastened by a chain to a stake in the courtyard. As soon as the donkey noticed the thief  breaking into the house, he said ,”Look ,friend! A thief is burgling the house of our master .”  “So what !” said the dog indifferently. “Fool ! Start barking loudly and wake up our master so that  he  could save his belongings from being stolen,” said the donkey angrily, ” now do you think it is my duty to explain to you your responsibilities? Why has the master kept you as his pet? Why  has the master kept you as his pet? Why do you think does the master feed you bread and milk everyday?”

         ”  Brother, donkey! Please don’t concern yourself about my responsibilities ,” said the dog ,” it is not proper to interfere unnecessarily and bully someone. Are you not aware how I got the House of my master day and night and how ungrateful my master is he has become so careless about me now that he does not doesn’t even give me food in time I have decided that I shall not perform my duties until my master has has stood some laws and that is just because he doesn’t care for me he considers me I’m a burden because he hasn’t borne any loss for a long time .Someone has a correctly said that the master doesn’t give a servants due unless he himself lands into some kind of problem.” 

    The dog ‘ s argument irritated the donkey .He  said , ” O  ungrateful one ! Listen ! A servant , who , puts up his demand before his master in the time of need,  is never considered loyal. You are contemplating your own profits and losses when our master is going into to land into trouble .” Then the donkey said again with bloodshot eyes ,” All right! You may  shirk your duties and responsibilities,. but I am not one who would remain a silent spectator at such a crisis.  I am going to awaken my master,” and saying this the donkey began braying loudly. The harsh sound produced by the donkey disturbed the sleep  of the washerman. He became very angry. He came out with a staff in his hand and began beating the donkey mercilessly . He beat  the donkey so much that his staff broke and  the donkey also died. Having narrated the story Karatak said, “Brother! This is the reason why I say that one must not act in haste and without thinking. It’s not advisable to interfere with others. Our duty lies in serving our king. We search for a prey and assuages his hunger first; and what we get is only in the form of leftovers.That’s all .Here lies our limit.”

    “Anyway,”  said  Damanak, “Let us go and attend our king ; let’s see what borders him ,”saying this Damanak  went to the den of the lion and prostrated himself before him. Seeing Damanak the lion said  very affectionately, ” Why Damanak ! Where have you been all these day ?  “My Lord ! You are king of this forest. We  are very ordinary creatures .You hardly needed us. You seldom remember us, but we always remember you .” “No, no, Damandak ! You are son of our minister. How can I forget you? I have engaged you as my attendant for the only reason that you are son of my minister.” You have been our benefactor for generations together. I cannot thank you enough   for all that you have done for us. We always look for an opportunity to find favour in your eyes.”  “Yes, I agree with what you say,”  said the lion. The lion was indeed impressed. He  said, ” Minster, You are really very scholarly. What you say gives me a ray of hope. A minister like you should always remain with me.”

    “What you say  is correct, my lord. A king and his minister should never part with each other .But I would like to ask you a question if it doesn’t bother you.” “Yes ,yes ,do you ask,”   said the lion. “Lord ! You had gone out to drink water from the river, but you returned without drinking water. What was the reason ?” “Yes, your observation is correct .But unfortunately I could not find someone trustworthy with whom I could share the secret.” “You don’t  consider me also suitable for this?” ” No ,no , it’s not that.” ” Then ,in that case, you can share the secret with me .””Yes,yes ,I trust you. Listen-in fact ,I am afraid ,some very dangerous animal has entered this forest.  I have heard the thunderous roar of that animal on the bank of the river. Perhaps he is destined to rule this forest in future. Because he is capable of  shaking the whole of the forest with his thunderous roar.” ” What are you saying ,my lord?” “I am telling you the truth. It’s not difficult to asses the might of the animal with those thunderous roar the whole of the forest begins to shake .Personally I am of the view that we must abandon the forest now.” “My lord ! I too heard the thunderous roar, but leaving one’s homeland is not as simple as you think. Elders have said that brother,  wife servant, community ,wisdom and self confidence are put to test only when there is a challenge.”

    “Damanak ! I have explained to you my problem. I don’t know what is going to happen now,” “My lord! You would not have become nervous ,had you been worried .But you need not worry so long as we are with you. We are brothers, shall manage the situation. Please don’t be ill an ease, leave it us to unravel the mystery.” “Yes, yes, do everything you brothers can .From my side you two are absolutely free.” “Thank you, my lord! With your blessings we shall return only after we have traced his enemy.” ” Brother! This is politics. Politics says that it’s no sin even if one has to tell lies to make the king happy. It is necessary to be brave and wise if one wants to oblige someone. You may not be aware, but I know the reason why our king is so frightened.” “And what’s that reason?” “In fact there is a bullock who lives along the bank of the river. Our king has only heard him bellowing; he has not yet seen him and that is the reason he is so scared.” “If it was as simple as that, you should have made the king aware of it. What is the use of keeping him worried?” Damanak said, “Brother! No one is going to honor us if we solve a problem without ant difficulty. How will the king know that we are wise ministers? Our politics says that a king should not be allowed to become free from fear. And if you commit this kind of mistake you too will suffer like the cat did.”

     “What’s the story?” “Listen, I shall tell you the story.”