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Category: Inspiration

Collection of Best Inspirational Short Stories

  • Mother: The Most Precious Treasure

    Mother: The Most Precious Treasure

    Growing up without the loving care of a mother is indeed very difficult. This I realized when suddenly, one day I noticed something was wrong with my mother. I found she was becoming weaker day by day. Something had happened to her.

    Then, one day when returned from school, as usual, I did not find my mother at the gate to greet me. As I rushed into the house, I found the servant packing a tiffin, which was obviously for my mother. She had been taken to the hospital as she was seriously ill (as I later understood). The doctor said she had to be operated on.

    The day fixed for my mother’s operation dawned with a spell of gloom in the house. I accompanied my father to the hospital When I reached. I saw my mother being prepared for the operation. She was surrounded by doctors and nurses. Then she was taken to the operation theatre. The Operation took five long hours. I waited outside with a host of natives. Everyone tried to amuse my brother and me. But Oh! what a terrible experience it was. The time seemed to have stopped. It seemed so long and never-ending, but all along I prayed to God for the success of the operation. I cannot exactly describe in words the awful feeling I had in me. At last the long hours were over. My mother was brought out of the operation-theater on a stretcher. It was very nice to see her, my heart was beating fast with anxiety. My mother lay unconscious with many tubes in her. The doctor was a very considerate man. He could understand our anxiety, with a smile, told us there was nothing to worry, everything was okay “She’s doing well.”

    After sometime mother opened her eyes and looked at us. I like hugging her and never parting with her. But the doctor asked us to leave her alone and not to trouble her. Like a very obedient child, I obeyed the doctor’s request. I was very tired and went back home. But I missed her at home. The house seemed lonely and there was no charm or warmth there. Mother had to stay in the hospital for a few days. At home, the servants helped us but I always found that something was missing. It was my mother’s love No one could replace it.

    All my earlier fusses and tantrums disappeared. I was completely changed. I thanked God for being so kind to me for giving a new life to my mother. Though I have always loved her, I now realized that she is indeed a symbol of love and self-sacrifice. I could never live without her. Without showing any signs of anguish or tiredness, I always found her attending to us with a smile on her face. So I pray to God, for her long life and also to keep mothers of the world safe and healthy.

  • The Leaves in the Wind

    The Leaves in the Wind

    Singing softly, songs of joy

    Though summer, autumn, and spring

    Swishing slowly to and fro

    The Leaves in the wind.

    Whispering beautiful words

    That flow out cool and green

    Beckoning with silent cries,

    Hundreds of lips unseen.

    With their sturdy, woody hands

    They show the lost their way

    And only the one who knows them

    Can hear what they say.

    Some fly miles and miles past

    Some stay in the ever same place

    Basking in the glory of the golden sun,

    Spattering through the leafy maze.

    Whispers echo through the lonely wood

    The shadows on the ground quivering

    Pleasant dreams and the cool breeze

    Green leaves shivering.

    Where the rays and the darkness,

    The cool and the rushes of warmth together blend

    The whisper of the leaves, their message,

    To an unknown destination send.

  •  To remember …

     To remember …

    To remember all those rainy nights,

    When soldiers still had to fight.

    All those hot, warm, sunny days;

    When there was no time to play.

    ‘Cause of World War One and World War Two;

    People died for me and you.

    For the families were probably going insane,

    Hoping day by day would not bring a letter of pain.

    But for some families, that day would come.

    After days of the war, they’ve lost their loved one.

    Days and days would bring them tears.

    Not forgetting those horrible fears.

    Many men and women, of all ages;

    Going out on battles of rages.

    So, brings the reason for Remembrance Day:

    To remember those far, far away.

    To remember those soldiers who fought for us;

    To know they were killed and turned to dust

    To remember all those rainy nights;

    When soldiers still had to fight.

  • Family reunited

    Family reunited

    He turned down the window sill hopelessly missing his family. The same family who,  he was told by many,  have abandoned him on the gates of a remote orphanage. Nobody knows the reason , or who they were but Somil was determined to quest for it. For him it doesn’t matter, why they did it?  He doesn’t even expect them to accept him again but he really wanted to know the Why associated to his own  existence.

    He had a new family and now.  Mr. and Mrs. Gill took Somil in their loving abode just an year ago, because he had a certain resemblance to Mrs.  Gill. They too had a tragic story to tell. Having lost their own child during world war 2 in another country, by providing for a war victim they wanted to make up to their first child somehow, they decided to not have another child. So luckily Somil got a new family who care for him just like their own son. He often felt bad for Mrs. Gill’s loss and curses how his own mother was too heartless to abandon an infant on road. 

    Somil willingly works in his new dad’s factory from nine to five just like the other ordinary workers. Everyday at seven o’clock he would free himself from the days work and goes up into his attic and study his gathered clues. His new mom is affectionate enough to send him dinner climbing the frail attick stairs each day. This was all to sum up Somil’s life from an out siders perspective.

    One day Somil was in his study when his mom climbed up, but instead of just fulfilling her duty to deliver dinner to her beloved son, she took a side stool and curiously enquired, ” so where has your search reached. He didn’t bother to shut the windows when he was alone but he got up to shut the window for the old lady. Then he responded to his new mother,” it’s going quite good, I have interviewed a few people over phone and I am getting a lot of information to work upon.”

    Mrs. Gill smile at the innocent child’s hardwork. She cheered him up with a pat on his shoulder and decided to let the child finish his work without distraction from her side. Somil too continued working and dialed a number on his phone. Somil had put the phone on speaker and Mrs. Gill got up to leave Somil alone again. But she had taken only two steps when a familiar voice responded the phone call, which made her slow down.

    Somil greeted the lady on the phone call saying, ” Hello Mrs. Ghosh, I am Somil, my orphanage provided me with your number claiming you brought me to the orphanage.”

    Mrs. Ghosh said in a slighly tout voice, ” but I am not your mother child, I clearly conveyed this to the orphanage manager as well, years ago…. ”

    Mrs. Gill heard the whole conversation. Somil painfully smiled at his new mother but failed to notice that she was already in tears. After he cut the call downhearted because he was hopeful that this was the last loop to know about his real family. He finally saw Mrs. Gill’s blue wet eyes.

    He rose up nervously from his chair and asked in desperation, mother, why are you crying? What happened? ”

    Mrs. Gill tried holding her sorrow of 5 long years of separation inside her, but how could this be possible when she had finally met her lost son. By then Mr. Gill also reached the attick realizing his wife has not been back in the kitchen for so long. Then with happy tears Mr. And Mrs Gill announced that their adopted son is actually their real child, who they think died during the world war.

    She narrated the full story thus,” when I heard Somil talking to Mrs. Ghosh on his phone, I was struck by the familiarity of this lady’s voice. I recalled her to be our our landlady and also that she wanted us to pay a month’s rent before leaving the country. But war broke out so instantly that we had to packup in emergency situations. During the journey she must have stolen somil for the sake of her revenge. And as we reported the incident to the local police, she must have made up the entire story of finding you on the orphange gate.”

    This was it, Somil’s only family filed an FIR against Mrs. Ghosh and she was soon taken in custody. Somil too realized that his parents were such nice to him as an adopted son so keeping any grudges any long would be stupid enough. The heavy burden of losing their first and only child years back was lightened by this joyous reunion. And in the end they all lived happily ever after just like it happens in the fairy tales.

  • Little Girl

    Little Girl

    Born on the streets in the rain

    In the rain on the streets, she would die

    With no one to mourn and shed sad tears

    No one to pity and sigh

    Born on the unlucky day she was

    Was seven when she died, of age

    Her unhappy life of sorrow and pain

    Passed slowly stage by stage

    The autumn leaves were floating slowly down

    Dead, miserable and dirty brown

    To the passers-by

    on the street

    They were a delightful treat’s

    It’s autumn time a lovely sight

    A season filled with love and delight

    And the little girl seated on the old tree stump

    Tried to smile through unhappy tears

    Her’s was the life of the old brown leaves

    A figure so frail with a burden to bear.

    She got down from her perch and sighed

    Picked up a leaf and looked into it;

    It reflected her life from her birth till she died.

    But who cared when people were so gay?

    She shut off the gloomy thoughts

    The dark side of the moon,

    And on the grass, she lay

    Wondering about her future

    What all was in store for her

    How many would such more autumns pass?

    In sorrow and in despair.

    At last, she sighed and decided

    That she really was not to care.

    So what if her dress was torn

    Her coarse brown feet bare?

    Embedded in the little-burnt face

    A pair of large coal black eyes scared and bold

    Looked untidy but from inside

    Carried a heart of gold

    Soon the fiery autumn

    Gave away to icy winter

    Winds blowing her thin frail hair

    Hands and feet all brown and bare

    Frost and ice all battled with her

    Her moans they loved to mock

    Winter passed with the girl shivering

    Under her tom, cotton frock.

    Then came spring

    And started to bring

    Hope to her lone lost soul

    Slowly and sadly same as ever

    The months started to roll

    The hot dry summer arrived

    The warmth of the sun revived

    Pretty few survived

    This horrid season of heat

    Our little lady decided

    That God wished her to live.

    But alas! She was wrong

    She hunted from place to place

    Looking desperately for work

    But the cold cruel doors of bungalows

    Remained as ever closed

    People shut them on her face

    As from door to door, she raced

    Knowing she would soon starve away to death.

    She somehow survived the summer

    Then came monsoon bringing rain

    And inevitably with it raging pain

    The end of the girl was near

    But who wiped her tears?

    Then came that fateful night

    That cold wet frightening night

    The wind gave a terrible moan

    The cars at a distance droned

    The leaves swished the lightning flashed

    The thunder rumbled and roared

    And the little girl stood alone.

    Alone, watching the cars creep

    Alone, when the world was asleep

    Alone, alone, and ready to weep

    The clouds wept, the cars swept

    The silver moonlight the clouds kept

    The girl stared longingly

    At the lass in a mackintosh

    The pretty girl in the mackintosh

    Stepping daintily over slush

    The little girl in tattered clothes

    The little girl who never had a wash

    The pretty girl in a mackintosh

    Hair in curls, head high in pride

    A servant with an umbrella at her side.

    Slashing the slush with dainty strides.

    As she passed the little girl who tried

    Her tom shirt desperately to hide

     

    “Young miss! Please do abide!

    I have house not parents o

    Only this Dress full of rents

    I have shoes nor books

    Nor your pretty looks!

    But I plead with you,

    Lend me an ear

    And no one to me

    Shall ever be so dear

    I’m poor and miserable, do help me

    I do not beg; give me a job

    Flog me, scold me, whip me big and small

    Feed me with stale black bread

    Or give me none at all.

    But do not leave me in the killing cold

    This pouring rain! “The girl told

    Click, opened the Royce door

    Click! It closed

    In a tick!

    “Oh! Oh dear miss-listen to me!

    Don’t, do not leave me here, oh miss!

    Oh, you cursed, wicked, rich folk!

    Oh you cruel murderers

    You killers of innocent poor folk!

    Oh, do you have a heart of rock?

    Does it not melt in our pitiful state?

    But my curse will decide your fate

    You will die as cruel a death as well

    As I die today

    Tortured with agony and misery

    You will all suffer in hell

    May you all be punished!”

    The girl screamed and fell down

    Her eyes closed, she shivered

    And lay back in eternal place.

    The rain ceased to a drizzle.

    Drops of rain fell onto her matted hair

    Drops of rain covered her stone-still body.

    She slept peacefully,

    Peacefully never to wake

    Leaving the world of hate

    The girl lay there alone

    Alone while the world slept

    Alone, the little girl slept

    Born on the streets in the rain,

    In the rain on the street, she was dead

    Pretty and frail and peaceful

    The muddy wet road her bead.

  • Man of hights: Selfie death

    Man of hights: Selfie death

    Wuu jenson was a selfmade man. From riches to streets and then from streets to castle he made his journey quite smooth at a very young age. He was an achiever and an inspiration before his death. He had lots of big titles to his credit but most importantly a selfie king as the world remembers him now.

    Wuu belonged to an upper middle class family. He married Lucy for love and lost his family in the process. His mother still loved him but his father had cut all his contacts to the newly married couple. Mother use to send him money for his education and sustainance as he married too young. But she died too soon and left wuu to surronded by misery.

    Wuu jenson was penniless and had a family to feed by the time he was just 21 years of age. He did a great deal of hard work to make his name as a renowned acrobatic champion and recieved much praise. But, all this was not enough to feed his family and obviously for the luxurious life which wuu always wanted for both of them.

    One day he was practicing yoga early in the morning when an seemingly brilliant struck his senses and it changed the entire flow of his life. What happened was, he use to watch youtube channel for learning some new meditation form about which he recently heard from his wife. That day while watching a vedio, he realized he can also start his own youtube channel and show the world the skill he had learned in acrobatics. He was also hoping, that his channel would also assure a good flow of income for him. He was good in his sport but not too cool to catch the eyes of the crowd in general, compared to the already established youtube channels, who were the best. But he was too impatient and in need of immidiate gains.

    His channel was established during 2000 and till 2002 november it scarcely survived gathering 700 followers. He was looking for something different to snatch thousands of viewers for his vedios. On the birthday while of one of his old friend Wuu visited him after a very long time. They climed at the rooftop of his twenty eight story apartment and he started showing them his new acrobatic skills. In the middle of this he did some moves standing on the corner of the side wall. It was risky and he was filmed by his friends over their.

    Selfie fever was catching up those days and both the friends took a risky selfy right there. And posted that on internet. This vedio of wuu, went viral within an hour and as expected thousands of people followed him and appreciated his skills.

    After that day. This journey never stopped. Wuu use to take risky selfies and post them on his channel and in not much time he was a youtube celebrity with lots of monetary gains. His financial status changed drastically and his confidence in himself too levelled up.

    For few more years he kept posting vedios of him taking challenges. He would not use any form of safety while performing and started posting his pictures from the recorded hights at the most unsafe places. People would not stop asking him to have mercy on his life and he would not stop having the frenzied lust of adventure and money.

    From Tokyo sky tree to Burj khalifa he was ready to take a selfie challenge anytime and any how. It seemed he did not fear hights instead hights feared him that what will he conquer next. He was always ready to be dared.

    He was just twenty six, when the famous rooftopper was filming a 100,000 yuan selfie dare from a famous entertainment agency. The building he was on was 62 storey slippery glass building in China. He was not nervous a bit, atleast it never showed on his face untill the first warning sign. The live streaming stated filming him going to the top of a huge building top with his selfie stick. He hung himself at the side of the roof with out any protection rope or other safety equipments, as part of his challenge. His family watched at a distance with their heart in their mouth. Local media had already recounted the extensive risk involved, multiple times, but he did not listen to them at all. Then as he was preparing to take the selfie, he must have realised the risk and did not took the selfie stick in his hand for a while. He tried to tighten his hold with his firm palms while hanging, his hands were constantly slipping and he was loosing balance. Then he pushed hard and tried to lift himself. May be at that point he wanted help but the bid was to great to lose. So he just did one last effort with his feet but his shoes slipped on the glass building. He lost all his strength in the process he looked at his hands while placing his foot back at the glass wall he lost it once and forever.

    His father watching tv. broke into tears with sheer regret. He too realised how much he loved him. At that moment he was ready to die in wuu’s place. His wife was in shock at how bad the events turned out. She had always trusted his capabilities but it was unexpected for her to see her husband losing on to the challenge and losing his life as well.

    It was a tragic end of a hero. He was recorded falling off the building. No one knew his fate. No other vedio featured for a month. Then his wife confirmed his death. No doubt he left a big amount behind him but his precious life was lost his fame too was gone. Only his mistake was left behind as a lesson for others.

    This was how the selfie king died, under his own deception of being the king of hights.

  • The Japanese traveler

    The Japanese traveler

    Minstro mintu was a thinly old man with a shrill voice and crazy looking beard. He had traveled from far south to reach the shrine of Bilael, a demi god of their tribe. During his journey he would stop at any place after 8 at night and begin again the next day before the sunrise. At times he had to stay in a small village at others he stayed at big towns but it was all the same for him. Because where ever he goes he would find a lonely place to pass his night into much needed relaxing sleep. On about December’s end minstro arrived at Kejuyan town which was famous for it’s sculptors all over Japan. It was getting dark, so he decided to stay on for the night.

    In search of a calm place he stumbled upon a secluded dumping ground. He found a clean and composed place and lit fire with ancient stone friction technique. As the fire illuminated the dark lonely place, he saw there were old broken sculptures lying scattered all around him.Then he spread open his belongings which he carried along with him in a bag, hung on the top end of a long hardwood stick. It had all the necessary accessories to comfort him during his travel. He was carrying a mouthorgan, a tiny bottle of Rum, few clean clothes, and some bread. He drank some Rum and played a heart touching tune on his instrument and within few minutes, the alien land turned into quite a warm homely place.

    As Minstro’s night was passing in confortable warmth in the middle of the wilderness, a stray puppy came sniffing from the rags. Minstro called him close and petted it’s back. Finding comfort recieving warmth and affection in Minstro’s company. Minstro too liked the love of his unexpected guest and started narrating his life’s story to the pup. He told how he was a rich silk merchant and how after having lost the love of his life, Mia Shin, he left all his materialistic possessions back home and started on foot for a pilgrimage to the other corner of the world. The listener closed his eyes and felt soon asleep but Minstro continued his tale.

    He recounted how Mia Shin faked love and got engaged to an even wealthier person. But owing to his pure feelings he couldn’t bear to see her with another man. He was unable to find a cure for his unhappiness from the best doctors in his town. He drank for so many days and was in sheer pain from betrayal of his sweetheart that he only wanted to waste his remaining life. His mother called for him one day and ordered him to leave for a pilgrimage and find real happiness in the devine grace of sacred Bilael.

    With a weeping heart he began to journey towards the north, hoping never to see any joy again in his dull and depressed life. Then where ever he went, he only noticed the all pervading dullness and sufferings of the human life. Moving across the 7 nations he saw humans in their pride, anger and greed and still never made an assumption for them. He passed through the dark alleys of big cities filled with cries of prostitutes and illegitimate children and felt sorry for them. He met criminals and thiefs on his way to the shrine and yet prayed for their reformation. He shed tears for those young soldiers who were bloodbathed while protecting their mother land. And walked by the luxurious houses of ministers who gave empty hopes and false promises to their country men.

    He saw young girls falling in love with the wrong men and many men wasted in love of their cunning mistress’. Which made him remind of his own past. Wishing them the company of honest spouses he passed them too silently. He saw how people use to treat him with great respect while he wore silk robes and how lowly people view him while wearing ragged clothes. In a world full of hypocrites he continued walking with a poker face.

    Amidst this loss and pain, Minstro looked around himself that day. He finally realised the beauty of the broken statues and the warmth of unconditional love of the dog. For a minute he went into deep thinking and then he said, ” I have traveled a long distance for so many days and seen so much loss everywhere on this planet that I would have shun the idea of continuing my journey as soon as I started, yet there is one thing which still kept me going.” It was, he said, ” the soothing joys of being alone”.

    At about midnight a noise was heard in the dead cold silence, a cracking sound was heard from a near by rock statue, it seemed as if something had broken. It was nothing but the heavy heart which snapped into pieces that moment when mistro finished narrating his life’s story. Perhaps the winters were really too harsh that year. Or another possibility could be, that the statue too had a story of his own to share with a lonely traveler.

    Minstro turned towards the statue of the curly haired youg boy sitting on a rock with his head resting on his palms, it shed tears on to the ground beneath it. Minto asked the boy,” what’s ailing you”. The boy replied,” many years ago, their lived a master craftsman in the town. His name was Diago. He made many beautiful statues. Then one day, he carved a very beautiful princess out of a brilliant white marble. Her beauty was mesmarising. Diago fell deeply in love with the statue but as he couldn’t have loved a lifeless stone figure for the rest of his life. So brokenheart he went far away from us leaving us all alone.” Sculpture responded,” for a long time I felt lonlyness was a curse untill today when you found your happiness in a lonely life.”

    Statue demanded minstro to suggest a fitting solution to find his happiness to, being a wise traveler of the South. Then Minstro exclaimed, life is so full of misery and pain that the only wise man is the one who accepts the pains as inevitable and sees good in the most sad moments of his life. Minstro said, “never admired the beauty in broken stone sculptures as long as my eyes were rested at expensive silk fabrics. I never knew real love, untill one day a little pup really made me feel that”.

    He found his cure in lonelyness, and found happiness in himself. The sculpture found his answer so did Minstro. He streched himself and soon felt the heaviness around his eyelids. He fell deep asleep in the cozy place.

    The next morning Minstro wished goodmorning to the statue but it did not reply back. He checked the statue by knocking over it’s shoulder but it didn’t respond at all. Believing the previous night’s incident as part of a lucid dream, Minstro prepared himself to accomplish his remaining journey. As he gave one last glance towards the forgotten statue, he was surprised to find a crack right on it’s heart. Minstro smiled and bid his final goodbye.

  • Arena for innocent beasts

    Arena for innocent beasts

    Hi, I am John. I am a master trainer at a delhi gym. Thanks to my job I can afford to stay in a posh locality and all the neighbors around this place are very beautiful perticularly Maria. When I saw her for the first time, she was bathing her beautiful pitbul. No doubt the girl shared an amazing bond with her dog Mike. I use to watch her taking mike for walk as she passed from the front of my new home. At times she had smiled at me. I know she likes me but people here don’t like me so much. They like men having regular nine to five job in a boring office and turning into hunchbacks with hanging muscles all over them. I can’t really make them like me still it feels sad how children are affraid of me when I am a very soft hearted guy who loves to be around little boys. But I know when they will grow up they too would be idolizing people like me, like in my gym. I have a long list of admirers there.

    In my gym many men come to build their strength. Some are from realy good familiesand others from a much tainted background, one guy works in police and another a drugdealer. But for me all are there to learn so I do not bother to discriminate.

    One of my big time fan is Gimmy he is a fitness freak friend of mine and sometimes gives me the complex too. Gimmy is telling me to go to the dog fight from several days. He is seemingly influenced by another guy in my gym who himself is participating in the fight with his massive grey pitbull, Tazon. This dog comes to be a victor every single time I don’t know what does he feed him. I told Gimmy that there is no point going because we could totally guess the results so the event wont be that much fun. But he had already arranged the tickets and is very adamant on going, so I’ll have to go along.

    We finished workout with a bit of exercise ball crunches that day before packed up. From there we headed straight to arrange some vodka and then to the arena. It was a lonely place when we reached but after 15 minutes of calm, the entire geography of the place changed within minutes. Many muscular men with dragon tatoos crowded the old parking lot turned arena and many more came drifting in to the secluded place located away from the city.

    One by one the competitors too arrived with their big hard built beastly dogs. One or two  of them were stupid young boys who showed up with their own pets to show off their strength.  Stupid because they were attached to their dogs and still brought them to a death game, only to carry ashes back to their homes later. And others were giant bearded emotionless hunks who come here every fall for getting major business with dogs bought for the sole purpose of battling. Although I would not dare to generalize or present a steriotypical image that a bearded hunk will always be a bad guy but many are there who live upto fulfilling this image.

    I was there like others, only to watch some entertainment at the cost of innocent lives. Inexperienced dogs were biting dust one after the other, yet constantly battling there to proove their iron on their masters commands. Some new trainers blasted in tears at the ruthless killing or wounding of their pet animals during the merciless game. Others were enraged at the death of their hard trained expensive dogs. In the end right before the last battle,  arrived the evergreen victor Tarzon. Perry arrived with him just like a king of the arena. I don’t know if tarzon has ever cheered at the victory, but I am sure he must have cheered at getting out alive, almost everytime. This time he was a bit older than the last time I saw him and his opponent has torn not less then five necks in the same arena that day… But perry was sure of the fifth victory in a row.

    Match started with a warm barks between restless warriors. With a drop of a ret cloth the beasts were released from both ends and they pounced at each other like blood enemies. Both were grabbing each other by neck and belly… Scratching the ground with their fierce nails. Not a single one wanted to give up. The match continued for 15 minutes. And the dogs were growling at each other while none seemed tired. But Tarzan unexpectedly lost balance and the other dog grabbed him by neck and finished him within seconds. Blood from his body pumped out and splashed on the terrible face of his owner. Tarzan was lying dead in the most chilling manner. His chest was split open and his blood was fast leaking into the dust underneath.

    Not a single man was showing any sign of pity or remorse. Infact cheers ran amoung the people who bid for the other dog that day. I looked towards Perry,  he wasn’t there, he must be finding the defeat hard to digest. We too left the cursed place right then because all the blood made me feel pukish. We decided to give the remaining two tickets to someone else and had our drinks and went to bed.

    I still managed to wake up early the next morning following my routine very strictly. But was half in my sleep out of previous nights fatigue. I saw Maria taking Mike for walk and after watching her cute face I forgot the horrible dog fight and sat on chair seeing her pass. I don’t even remember when I steeped into sleep again sitting on the chair but I was startled hearing a sudden cry from a distance. Then I saw Perry pushing himself into a mini wan. As the wan passed I saw Maria sitting in between the road and weeping. I ran towards her, asking what happened to her. But she was unable to recount the incident as if in shock still in tears. I looked around to search for Mike but It was nowhere to be found. I questioned agained what happened to Mike and poor girl broke out in tears. In a bit her family too came out to reach her and Gimmy, who stayed over last night, came there too. He informed secretly that he just saw Perry holding another pitbul dog running away in a wan.

    We knew what happned to Mike. I was much disappointed with these people for all their cruelity and heartlessness but by stealing Maria’s innocent dog and pushing him into a deathly battle Perry has made me hate them with all my soul. Now was the time to reach the dog fight with a purpose. There I saw Mike entering the arena, he was scared to sniff blood around and anxious to see so much crowd in a cramped dark place. Mike was a submissive dog and he refused to walk another step and sat down sticking his belly to the ground. Public booed at Perry, which irritated him enought that his hands reached to grab a hunter that he  has often used to apply force on the speechless animals. At this point it was too much for me to tolerate, I too jumped into the arena and took Mike’s leech from ihis fake owner’s evil hands. Though I wanted enormously to punch his hedious face but I already informed my police friend about this. He reached on time to arrest this monster. He made sure Perry legally gets the much deserved punch on his pathetic face for the rest of his time in jail.

    I brought Mike home. He was licking all the time I was driving him home. I knew the innocent dog was very greatful to me for saving him. I petted him for a whilPoor dog had dealt so much that he too was joyously crying when reunited with his true owner. He was luckily saved that day but not all are that lucky. It is high time we stop having fun out of other’s pain. It is the right time to search for compassion within us.

    No doubt I did it for Maria and Mike. But I really want to ask all the responsible citizen of this prosperous nation, why can’t we just call wrong wrong? Why do we open our eyes towards cruelity only when our family or dear ones become victims of some tragic fate ? My gym training didn’t qualify me to save Mike, it was only the humanity inside me which was triggered when my loved one’s were in danger, made me act in the right way. So one message I would like to pass to everyone reading the story, the only reasonable way to cut crime is to be aware of our surroundings, to stand for the right cause and to do the needful whenever you can help. In this way I believe we surely can build a safer society for everyone.

  • Snake child

    Snake child

    One is never too young to become a legend but gaurav was just another case of exception. When his mother died he was marely 5 and his father already left them alone exactly two years prior to this fateful event.

    One day he was sweeping floor at a local shop when he found a rat half stuck in a tiny hole. It was crying and shouting, people kept passing by at a distance. When no one stopped to hear it’s little screems guarav took the responsibility to save this distressed rodent all by himself. He put his bare hands into the hole and pulled out mouse with all his might. Mouse came out but not alone, it was halfway into the mouth of a venomous black snake who couldn’t wait to slide this poor creature down its’s fierce belly. Guarav didn’t wait a second more. He grabbed the serpent by it’s neck and pulled out the semi concious mice. Then carefully throwing the snake into a nearby water stream, the young boy came back to nurse the mouse. Mouse survived the attack and the people who saw this incident were full of appreciation for this dareing little boy.

    By the time he was 9 he was a local hero and the only regional storyteller by profession. According to his personal record, he had rescued uncountable animals, birds and humans from terrible snakes. Every day he would sit by the elevated ground under the big sisam tree and recount an advanture tale about his fabulous snake rescues and people would shower blessings and put money in a mini charity box which he carries along wherever he goes. His days were gay and nights were never sleepless. No doubt he owed his fame to his skill in telling stories that by defeating serpants but his fame as a snake catcher spread all directions known to humankind.

    One morning he woke up, as excited as ever, to kick start his that brand new day, he found himself tied in a slithery rope. It didn’t took him long to realize it was actually a snake, a giant spotted devil with the most amazing pattern on its forhead. Guarav got scared, as he was about to call out for help, he realized this will ruin his reputation as a hero. He preferred death to defamation. As the snake crawled up his body and reached his patrified face, he remembered his mother father and god and closed his eyes giving a submissive nod to the approaching death. At that fantastic moment the snake hissed his name next to his ear. Guarav though it was death calling, when after a few seconds snake did not bite, he opened his eyes to find the snake sitting on his bare chest coiled and looking into his eyes. Once more the snake hissed and he could clearly hear it talking to him.

    He hid his fear from the serpant but responded in some what squicky shrill voice,” can you talk!”

    Snake responded,” yes I can. And I have come from far east to hear your fantasmogorical tales. Are you the famed story teller ?”

    Poor little boy had no idea of what was happening. Managing to show some courage while still fearful of the deadly creature, he answered, “Yes, indeed. Tell me what would you like to hear. ”

    Snake said, “very well then I can wait till I hear one of your famous tales and then I will kill you .”

    Guarave knew it in his heart that snake will still eat him anyway. Seeing no escape from the situation he was in, he acknowledged the time was right to fight a bettle of wits. He told the reptile, ” This could be my last story so I want to narrate it properly following my 3 most important rules. One; instrument to give music to his lore. Two; seat of Guarav’s choice for his audience. Three; he will also enact the story to add realism. Proud snake, driven mad for revenge, agreed to everything Guarav demanded and sat down to hear the story.

    While the snake dreamed of killing the young narrator at the end of his story, Gaurav arranged a cane basket for the snake to sit comfortably in the middle of his human audience. People were intimidated by the presence of a giant snake amoung them, but Guarav assured them about their safety. Then he started recounting another imaginary tale… He began with stating, ” far far in distant land there lived a proud snake with large fangs…” He was giving music with a charmers flute which hypnotized the viper, this ensured snake doesn’t hurt anybody.

    In the end of the story he narrates, ” and as soon as the snake fell asleep, he shuts the box on it’s head, saying this he too traps the snake in the box. In this way he successfully ensured his and other’s safety. All the people present gave a huge applaud to the live performance of defeating the snakes, which Guarav delebrately staged. Later that day he tied the box extremly tight and left the it in a passing train, perhaps going towards far north. This is how he bid farewell to his archenemy once and for all.

    He was feeling proud at how he saved himself from the fangs of death. Everyone saw how bravely Guarav captured the beast. And this act reaffirmed his expertise at snake catching. It was no doubt anexceptional act on his part and people from distant lands invited Guarav to solve their snake problems. Even the great rulers in history called him to their castles to honour his brilliance and bravery. And snakes too started fearing him by his name. He lived the rest of his life in prosperity and ease. But somehow died an unknown death from some sort of poisoning. Some say it was the same viper which took its revenge upon him. But others believe his death to be the consequence of jelousy amoung young masses from his popularity. They reason that no snake had the courage to touch Guarav while he was alive… Nobody could tell certainly about his death though. But one thing was sure, another Guarav was never born again.

  • How Sandeep Maheshwari changed my percetion about career?

    How Sandeep Maheshwari changed my percetion about career?

    Sandeep Maheshwari is the Founder and CEO of ImagesBazaar.com, the world’s largest collection of Indian images. He is one the most successful entrepreneurs of our generation. He also gives motivational seminars (for which he does not charge at all), where he speaks about his success story. He holds the Limca book of records in photo shoots by taking more than 10,000 shots of 122 models in just 10 hours and 45 minutes. Simply, he is the model for success in the Indian youth.

    Luckily, I started listening to his motivational videos quite early on my life. However, I couldn’t grasp the full scope of his seminars. Every word related to career and success from him came from his own experience. And, mind you, he had many experiences in wide range of fields. Most of his lectures are about passion, what you love to do, as opposed to what others think or expect of you. So far it was all good and easy. We knew the importance of passion, which was already firmly established in our minds after me and my friends had once obsessed over the movie 3 Idiots. An important thing that I missed did cost me huge losses in terms of time and money. I, like everyone else, believed that success is possible in limited number of career options. For example, you had to be entrepreneur, doctor, engineer, etc. only then you could have a luxurious career. We never know how such untested assumptions affect our perceptions, and make us take wrong decisions. I knew passion is important, but the money, luxury, whatever was making me believe that I was passionate about something that I was not.

    Here Sandeep Maheshwari came to my rescue and made me realize that it does not matter what the current market says about any stream or career path, if you are passionate about anything and work at it and keep at it, you’ll do far more success and live a far better life than you would have otherwise. This simple insight just flipped my switch. It is how Steve Jobs puts it: “I would rather gamble on our vision than make a me-too product.” This gave me so much confidence and courage in what I’m doing, and kept motivating me to do my thing.

    The second most important lesson he taught me, which is also related to career, is honesty. It seems quite strange even to talk about honesty because we think we know all about it. I mean honest is just a virtue. Right? Wrong. It is much more than this. Can honesty be used to improve one’s business sales? I thought it was impossible because we have been led to believe implicitly that rich people are somehow bad people; atleast that was there where I grew up. The only way you could become rich fast is by wrong means. The dishonest and the corrupted people are the only successful ones. At last, I got over it and saw there is hardly any truth in it. Sandeep Maheshwari used ‘honesty’ in his work- he spoke out truly and clearly what he was doing in his business, where were his profits, what were the sources of his revenue, and so on to his customers. This is what he calls building trust. He believed in absolute transparency. He kept on doing that right from the start of his entrepreneurship career. I was blown by it — seeing the connection between the honesty and business. Is this real life? Somehow, I knew he was right. So, I applied that rule in all walks of my life, not just related to money, and the result was you build huge trust among your colleagues, customers, and every person you meet.

    Those are the major two for me. There are many other such great lessons that he instills from his life anecdotes, which others have claimed that affected their lives. To each his own. I owe a huge portion of my sense of direction in my career to him, and this article is my memoir of me thanking him.