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Category: Inspiration

Collection of Best Inspirational Short Stories

  • Fear

    Fear

    This story is about a child fighting with his life problems and getting stronger by each passing day. 

     

    Power gone. No light. Total blackout. This was the atmosphere of the night where this boy Jack was living. He was trying to sleep on his small and cushy bed to overcome the stress of his morning work when suddenly rain starts and with it lightning and thunderstorm too. He got frightened and tensed. At that season of winter he was sweating like crazy. He almost made his handkerchief wet and still was sweating out of fright. He instantly closed his eyes and then started to visualize his childhood memories which gave him pleasure and relaxation.

    Jack was intelligent, smart, teetotaler and a charming boy in his school times. He was popular and in the good books of teachers. He used to secure highest marks every time and outshine in his class. Not only he performs well in his studies but he excels in sports as well. He was the captain of the football team and was a part of many games. He loved to play football day and night. It was like a drug which was difficult to get rid of. He had a bunch of friends who used to hangouts and those were his best moments of the day.

    But with every rising star there are enemies placing hurdles at every step of victory.

    Jack too had many rivals that were waiting for a single right moment to ruin his life. The best quality which made him different from others is that he always respects everyone. Even if someone has abused him in one way or the other but he don’t take revenge. He used to help everyone, whether friend or foe. He never said “no” to anyone who needed his help. Sometimes, his friends explain him not to be get “used” by everyone. They used to clarify that he should see who actually needs help and who not. But Jack always suppress the topic by saying, “life is short my dear friends. It doesn’t matter to me that who’s using me. I always learn somewhere something. If someone is using me then that’s their mistake because it gives me lesson to do things more in a right way. I get to learn strategies which are employed by the people to get their work done. So, helping people eventually helps me and hence enhance me.” Finishing the speech Jack wickedly winked at his friends. Friends getting his message said, “Cheers to all!!!”, and they started drinking and enjoying the moment. Jack was such a positive figure that he sees positivity in everything. Even with negative side he still takes out a deep but positive meaning.

    But one day, something evil occurred. It came out to be a horrible thing which has made marks on Jack’s life and it became impossible to remove them. Jack’s life was totally changed after that.

    It was like his mind has stopped thinking positive aspects and began pointing out errors in everything. On that day his rivals won and he lost. He lost himself. He lost everything but was grieved to lose himself. That night came out to be the largest one. As usual he was practicing alone with his football in the lawn, that night too he did the same. Busy playing with the ball he didn’t hear the sound of footsteps approaching him. When the opponents had surrounded him, he then calmly kept the ball aside and was puzzled. He was confused but curious to know what made his enemies surround him so late at night. The instant Jack took out his cell phone he was beaten hard on his hand by a bat. His phone fell down and shattered like a glass. Jack was still confused and tried to decipher what was actually going on. He then started to revolt. He struggled hard but in vain. He stood up and started attacking with all his strength left in him. He fought really hard but was alone. The rivals attacked him and started kicking him until he no longer had strength to fight back. The enemies then blindfolded him and pushed him in a van. Jack was thrown in a room full of darkness with no light.

    His hands were tied with rope and his mouth covered with handkerchief as that of hostages. Now Jack was totally disturbed and wanted to get out of that hell. He shouted hard as hard as he could but that all was in vain. Nobody heard a word that night. In the darkness Jack was beaten by rods, bats, sticks, etc., with every material rivals were carrying. Jack shouted out loud but without noise. His enemies’ stroke hard till Jack breaks. And finally, Jack broke down. He was bleeding externally and internally. External wound can be healed with much lesser pain but the wounds which were deep inside him were not only difficult to heal but also impossible to cure. Leaving Jack in rotting condition his rivals flew like a bird.

    The night was dark and then nearby cops heard a very wheezy and wobbles sound of a child. The cops hurried to that location and found a young student upside down hanging with half covered mouth and hands tied with rope. He was uttering just a single word, “HELP”, as hard as he could. He used all his remaining strength to get help from anyone he could. At last he was successful. The cops immediately took him to the nearby hospital. Jack’s parents were instantly informed and they rushed to the hospital. They were worried and that was genuine. Jack was under observation for several hours. That night Jack lost everything. That night totally changed the future. That night a new Jack was born.

    The next morning Jack came to his senses and now had a complete different perspective to view things. He was completely changed. That night had a great impact on him.

    He had started behaving weirdly; weirdly for others but normal for him. He became introvert with loneliness.

    Now, he hardly participated in any event nor he played games frequently. Now, he had a fixed schedule which he follows daily and focused mainly on studies. Now, he doesn’t even try to outshine in the class. A single incident has completely changed the life of once a cheerful child. Jack spends most of his time in his room observing the outside world and keeping everyone at arm’s length. His temper became high and he used to get irritate generally at small things. He became impatient. Though many encouraged him to get out from this dreadful disease yet everything was in vain. Until and unless Jack himself do nothing outside force can never penetrate him. It took some weeks to completely recover but externally only. External wounds heal quicker than the internal ones. In Jack’s case he never let his internal wounds to heal. He made his surrounding walls so compact that it became difficult for his well-wishers to guide him and show him the reality and explain him that the world is not over yet.

    He worked hard in his studies and got admission in good college. He walked in the college with no change in his personality. He was the same the night he born again. It was difficult to change him not because he was hard hearted but that night had a huge impact on him.

    Immediately, Jack opened his eyes, staring blankly on the wall of his dark small apartment. He heard loud sound of thunderstorm but in between he heard some cheerfully and enjoyable sounds of children too. This reminded him of his beautiful but somewhat hidden past experiences. He got out of his bed wondering what those little kids are doing in this horrible night. He was still tensed and nervous but he pushed himself hard to walk in the dark. He caught the glimpse of some kids with age varying from 5-6 years. He was stunned by the scene. It was like a dream for him. He had never imagined that kids of such small age would enjoy the life and feel nature in such a marvelous manner. He never thought that these kids will teach him to forget and forgive and enjoy the moment. The kids were falling, laughing and enjoying. He was pleased by the moment and wanted that time should stop now. But time never waits. It never stops. This was also no exception. At that time Jack was completely lost. He was lost in his childhood memories. He was lost in those memories which he never looked back after that mishap. He got the strength and tried to pull himself out from that intolerable pain and memory. He took out his hand from his pocket and placed his palm under the open air to feel the falling drops of rain. The water drops were cold but gave warmth within Jack’s mind and heart. He was deeply touched by the moment and now, he wanted this night never to end. He wanted this night to be largest of all.

    Jack quickly wore his slippers and went down to enjoy this important night of his life. He danced, laughed, fell down, got up but didn’t stop. He learnt something beautiful from kids. He learnt never to stop. He learnt to enjoy everywhere, with everyone and in whichever condition one is. He learnt never to give up hope. He learnt what life is all about. This night he discovered true meaning of life. This night a new Jack was born, again. Though the night was not the largest one, yet Jack relished every second of it and rejoiced in rain. He learnt a great number of things this night. He was full of energy and positivity, which once he lost. Even after dancing a lot he was looking fresh and aspired to continue. He dance and sang whole night. This night what Jack remembers to do is enjoy and enjoy, leaving all the tensions and stresses of future.

    The night is not full of terrors; what we deduce from it matters the most. Our own perception is of utmost importance. We can think of night as a secondary day full of artificial light. The new positive energy in Jack made him realized, that the event which he had encountered few years back, was never a mishap. It was he who hated such ghastly occurrences and then turned that incident into mishap. That event gave him experience. That event helped him to be stronger. That event made him realized that people are never the same. Thereafter, Jack became more strong, more careful and above all more alert with cautious mind.

    With all the qualities which he previously had and which he newly acquired ultimately helped him reach new heights. Therefore, it’s always the positive attitude towards life which is helpful and makes you live to fullest.

     

  • Person Born in Graveyard.

    Person Born in Graveyard.

    It’s a story of person who was born to beg but he decided not to live like that for long. So, how he changed his destiny? The whole story is about his changing life.

     

    He sings where there are tears, weeping and death. He had sung on more than four thousand deaths. This is a story of a funeral singer Vizi. Now, Vizi has got fame as playback singer and stage artist. He had even written books and different dramas but even now he don’t know to read and write. In 2014, he sang a song ‘Danga Mari’ which was part of Dhanush film. From here only, people came to know about him but those who know about his past can only know how to be a better person.

    What decides your future? It’s you only and nobody else. Everyone have something special in their past but how Vizi had passed his past is the worst situation you can ever think. During his childhood days, he went to Chennai beach with his friends and collected garbage for their earnings. Even sometimes they had to beg for food and earnings. They lived near to graveyard in southern part of Chennai. There was a sex worker who sometimes gave some food to Vizi. That sex worker’s name was Vizi and that’s how Vizi got his name.

    One day, that sex worker Vizi died and people started calling that garbage collecting boy Vizi. Before that Vizi didn’t have any name.

    After this, Vizi needed to struggle to survive in this society and then he planned that he had to live anyhow. He started thinking all about himself and then he thought that maybe he was just born to beg. He was handicapped, maybe that’s why his mother left him in such a small age. He didn’t even know about his family background.

    He started singing at the age of just seven years. He learnt singing from Karrapu Paryanar. Karrapu Paryanar was the person who made the corpse ready in graveyard and was known as graveyard person. When Vizi was growing up, he went to different places to sing. After a long time, he met N Muthuswami of Kothu Pattari Tamil theater group who introduced Vizi in the world of professional artists. From here only, he improved his Tamil language and started composing dramas. For the first time, when he sang at death ceremony of a small child then child’s mother gave him some rice and money happily. Now, Vizi is the name known to everyone and everybody calls him at death ceremony. Almost everybody knows Vizi as Funeral singer in Chennai. He don’t demand for payment even now for singing at funeral. Someone pays him Rs. 150 and someone pays Rs. 15000. After being so famous he hasn’t even changed his lifestyle. He even now wears black clothes and a pendant in neck made of bones. He has a latest release of songs in Pandiyoda Galta Thangla Album. He is the singer of Death songs and now he is known as ‘Marana Gana Vizi’.

    If anybody decides to do something then he can generate a will and can do anything. That’s only how Vizi has not only generated a will but has also generated future for him. Nobody is born to beg until and unless he keep doing efforts. That’s how Vizi has just made efforts always to survive anyhow. He has set an example for those who just keep blaming for their present and have just a thought that they are born to beg. This person Vizi deserves the title “Person born in graveyard”.

  • Story of Sardar Vallabhai Patel

    Story of Sardar Vallabhai Patel

    This is a story of a great soul who helped India during the time of difficulties without getting the supreme post [Prime Minister or President] and also of the real feeling of unity and integrity of India and Indians. This great soul was known for his diplomacy, shrewdness a love for the nation in true sense, an ironman of the nation, freedom fighter, true and great follower and devotee of Mahatma Gandhi and also one of the founding father of the Indian Constitution Therefore this great soul was regarded as Indian Bismarck. This great soul was Sardar Vallabhai Patel.

    Sardar Vallabhai Patel was born to a family of peasant proprietors on 31st October 1875 in a small town near Surat. He took the unusual step in that family of studying law and going to England from 1910 to 1913. He returned to Ahemdabad where he soon became prominent and was elected to the Municipal Council in 1917. He served as its Chairman from 1924 to 1928 and worked hard to improve the civic and health amenities of the city. By this time he had joined the Indian National Congress where his organizational skills were at a premium.

    Patel organized a satyagraha of peasants in 1918 to obtain an exemption of land tax from the government in years when the crop failed. This attracted the notice of Gandhiji. By 1922 Patel’s political and constructive work in Gandhian sense had supplanted his legal practice in importance. He led a mass movement in 1928 against raising assessments of land revenue; thereafter he was known as the Sardar and was addressed as such by Gandhiji and others. Patel was a key player in the Civil Disobedience Movement launched by Gandhiji in 1930 and served as President of Indian National Congress in 1931. He was arrested in January 1932 to May 1932 and again from 1942 to 1945.

    When India got its independence on Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru became the first Prime Minister of India and Sardar Patel was the Home Minster in Nehru’s Cabinet.

    As a Home Mister Patelji controlled the Congress Party machine better than anyone else before or since his time. He also won the administration and loyalty of civil services as he ensured a smooth transition of administration from Indian Civil Service to the Indian Administrative Service and allied central services of the newly independent Union. His unequivocal objective of building a strong and united India and the example he set of administering it with courage, justice, correctness and practically continue to be recalled at the present time. Patel’s cool courage averted the danger of possible breakdown in civil order at the time of Gandhiji’s assassination on 30th January 1948.

    Undoubtedly, one of Patelji’s greatest achievement was bringing into the Indian Union five hundred and sixty two Princely States with a variety of administrative system and 80 million people scattered around the subcontinent. With only three exceptions, this integration process was completed smoothly, through the exercise of shrewd and practical diplomacy. These cases of Junagarh, Hyderabad and Jammu and Kashmir were complicated by the conduct of the rulers and the enticements offered or interventions made Pakistan. Patel ordered a referendum in Junagarh and a police action in Hyderabad, which resulted in the full integration of those two states. Patel reluctantly acquiesced when the Indian government submitted the issue of Kashmir to the United Nations; his method of dealing with the quandary posed by Pakistan’s military action in 1947 to 1948 remains a matter of a speculation.

    Vallabhai Patel left the world on 15th December 1950 but he and his achievements and selfless duties will be remember by the Indians of all the generations.

    On 31st October 2014 the statue of Sardar Patel was built in Gujarat on the occasion of his birth anniversary. This statue is also regarded as statue of Unity.  This statue is the tallest statue in the world with the length of 182 m.

  • My Journey to be an IAS

    My Journey to be an IAS

    It is the story of a muslim girl, who faces boldly, all the challenges that life puts for her and becomes an IAS officer.

     

    Here, sitting in this A.C. room allotted to me, in this personal cabin of ‘The’ newly appointed assitant collector of Sangarpur, I can’t aspire for anything  more.

    It is a small break time,that I have got between my strenuous responsibilities…the only time that I cherish the most,now.

    My thoughts,as it happens nowadays,is still lashed to my past,that changed my life, happenings that made a person,who I am now.

    I wasn’t even five,when Ammi left me.I don’t know till now,why she left.It was a constant question that I asked  God,all through my childhood and teenage.Well,though I never ever got the answer,my personal complaint is,that she shouldn’t have left me alone.

    Alone….I think I was much safe alone,but she had left me with my Abbu,how could have I been safe then.

    Abbu,the most respected ‘Abdul  Razak Saheb’,was nothing less than a political leader.He dominated everyone,his family,his community,his region,..everyone. He had the perfect lineage and powers of a Hyderabadi sheikh,thanks to his predecessors. A cruel union of money and power in the world of patriarchal dominance.Not a single word of kindness,did I ever hear from his mouth nor did I ever see a smile,for me,on his face.

    Before I could even cry for my mother, he replaced Ammi,with a new girl….yes,she wasn’t so much an adult,to be called a lady.On my first glance of her,I really thought that,she was brought in to be a company to me,to play with me,share my life,and bring some colours into my life.But,unlike my expectations, Zeenat, as she was called,never took any liking for me. Abbu adorned her with precious jewellery, gave her special status in the family,treated her like a princess,and did beyond what he would ever do,just to make her happy,I was jealous then,as his own daughter never had the opportunity for this treatment….but she was always sad.Back then,I never understood why would anyone be sad in heaven.But now,at an age,little more than what she was then,I can easily relate to her,her feelings,emotions…all that she felt in that house.She was a trapped bird in a golden cage,yes..it was just,FREEDOM,that she urged for,but couldn’t get. I never could interact with her closely.For all the two years that she ever lived in my house,she was silent.

    But I am happy,because after two years,one fine morning,my Abbu, read a letter with much shock and anguish,that  Zeenat had left with her lover.Yes,the bird was freed from the cage.

    The shock did made a change in abbu,he was angry,always…not that he was pleasant otherwise,but he showed it drastically,this time. Munshi ji,really had a very bad time keeping in with Abbu’s short temperament.

    I liked Munshiji, he had no children, I was his sweetheart. He would give me small amounts,without the knowlege of abbu,to spend,during festivals and melas. I was never allowed to go to school.Then I didn’t have any friends either.

    Apart from us,there was also another soul in the house.’Khallu’,as I dearly called her,was abbu’s aunt.Thanks to her,because of her,I lived,even after ammi left.Yes,she took great care of me.The love,care and affection of my parents,I only recieved from Khallu.She would never interfere in my abbu’s matters.She always shut herself inside the house.She taught me many things.She was the best part of my life.But when I turned 12,she left,as ammi did,and I was all alone in the house.That was when abbu married the daughter of a wealthy sheikh and that day,I was taken away from my home.I wasn’t kidnapped,but yes,with the permission of my own father,I was sold to the same sheikh family,from where abbu got his wife.

    I was drugged that day,wasn’t concious.When I woke up,I was at a farm house.It was from those people,that I came to know that I was sold and was now miles away from my home.I still remember,for the very first time,in my life,I missed ammi the most.

    The people at this house were not at all good to me.They mocked ,abused and treated me like a slave.I was often forced to sleep empty stomach.I was supposed to be a 24-hour maid.After around a year of me,at the house,one day a foriegner came to the house.

    As I passed the hall that afternoon,I over -heard some talking going on between the sheikh and his people with the foreigner,whose words I couldn’t understand.But from the conversation of sheikh and his accomplices,I understood that,I was sold,over-seas for some huge sum of money,and the next day I was to be taken to a foriegn land.

    I was shocked and devastated at the same time.I was in a very bad situation.I ran to the kitchen,and cried,without making any sound.I sat down and began to think.At that time,no other option,than running away,came to my mind.

    So,without wasting any time,I took my belongings,and ran away from that wretched house.That night,hungry,bare footed,with torn old clothes on,I was too weak to run.After running for long,I collapsed somwhere and lost my consiousness.When I woke up,I was on bed,in a room that looked like a small hut of bare rocks to me.That moment,for the first time,I met Daau,as I called him thereafter.He was Prasad Mohan Chandra,an ex-military officer and a present day social worker,who worked for women and their development.He is the man,who changed my life to the best of it.

    First few days of my stay there,I didn’t utter a single word to anyone.But gradually,that small house,seemed to me as a heaven.Daau,would take care of me,like his own grandaughter.He had no family,did he ever have ornot,I never asked him.For me,he was my dearest dauu,a person with value of God in my life.Slowely,I started getting comfortable with this new place.I came to know that Dauu had an NGO of his own,named Aashiana,which was especially an abode for the destitutes,widows,rape victims,and all those women,who were victim of a patriarchially dominated society.

    Everyday,women were found telling there agonizing tales to Daau,in our front lawn.Now I was used to such a scene.I had no idea,what was happening,to them ,why did they ever come to Daau,what did he do for them,so on and so forth.

    I still remember,that day was a Sunday. Daau was home and was free. Bai, our maid had came early and left after her chores.I was gardening.I loved nature.It was approximately 2months after I came to that house. Daau, came to the garden and called me to come and sit at the bench,next to him.

    He said,”child,I am happy that you have come safe from whatever your past was.I am not asking about it,as I know,it would not have been a pleasant one for you,keeping in mind,the condition I found you that night on the road”.This way he told me how he had found me unconsious on the road that night,when I fell due to my tiredness.There were tears in my eyes when I remembered all that happened in my past.The fact that my father didn’t want me and I was an orphan,pinched me deep.But,disturbing my own chain of thoughts,Daau,placed his hands on head and said,”child,you are a girl,this world may not welcome you with open hands,but you will have to make your own world,defeating every odd that is a hindrance in your life”.First time in my life,I had someone who was talking about seeing life positively,his words really gave me hope.But,I was handicapped.Not physically,but yes,mentally,emotionally and psychologically.As he further explained to me the plight of women  around me,of the cases he dealt everyday and how knowlege had helped him to achieve his success,I really felt bad and vunerable of not being educated.I wanted to make a change in this world,but how? I wasn’t educated,I didn’t know even till now the value it had in my life.This made me feel bad.I started sobbing again. Daau came and sat next to me.He said,”no need to feel low.I am always there for you,and it is still not late to start.We will work hard together,and will wait for your success.That day,marked my birth,to success.

    Daau asked one of his friends,Raamu,to come home and give me the education,that would be my only tool,against this world.After around three years of basic education under Raamu masterji,I was admitted to the nearby government school in class eighth.In this three years,I didn’t grew by age only,that period marked great changes in me.I found out that I could sing ,dance and draw well,i learned knitting and stitching from the women in aashiana,I was friends with everyone there,by now.

    So,when now I entered school,I was a talented, aspiring young girl,fully lively and active.School gave me new friends,who were very supportive,teachers,who were always encouraging and above all,a huge platform,to know for myself,who I was,my goods,and my limitations and to improve them.

    Soon,I completed my class 12th with distinction and decided to focus full time on the working of aashiana.But,Daau wanted me to study more.I personally wanted to study,but said no to him,as I didn’t want to trouble him.But,Daau was adamant and I had to listen to his demand.I always wanted to serve people,so took up Bachelors of Social Work in a nearby college.After three years,I had a clear,full fledged career to pursue,thanks to my college life.

    Now, I wanted to achieve the goal of my life,to be an IAS. I was wondering, how my life took twists and turns.

    But,my fair life,turned upside down,when suddenly Daau took ill,He was admitted at the hospital.Once again in my life,I found myself alone.His condition detoriated and he was paralized from his left side.This made me feel weak,as I was used to his presence and support in everything I did.The two year period that I was preparing for my UPSC exams,he was there,on bed,still having a zeal of positiveness in his eyes.Though he couldn’t say or do anything,His silent support,was a boon to me.At least,I had someone to look up for.

    After a two year hardwork and going through all the proccesses and examinations of UPSC,I passed my mains and did fairly well for my interview.I was waiting patiently for my results,but more than me,Daau was the one,who waited eagerly for the news.Every morning after the interview took place,he would be seen praying with his closed eyes,I know that though he couldn’t chant them, it was there in his mind.

    Finally,I got that news,for which I was eagerly waiting.But to my dismay,I wasn’t selected.I was very sad,I ran to him and cried,sitting by his side,for many hours.I told him,that now I won’t ever try for the exam,as I was done with it.But Daau,was still adamant.With gestures,that he formed with much hardship,he asked me to try again.For a few days,I didn’t heed to whatever he said,I kept on working and getting busy with aashiana.One fine morning,around a month later,Daau too left me forever.This time,instead of feeling alone,suddenly I started feeling responsible.He had left me with a house and all the responsibilities of aashiana.I could have been careless,if it wa sonly for me.But now,I couldn’t dare to be irresponsible and selfish.

    I had to work for them,for all of them,who have been depended on Daau ,till now.I wanted his name to remain always in the minds of the people whom he loved and who loved him back,by carrying his works further,by living through his dreams for me.That  was when,I decided,that come whatever,I will write my exams again,and win against me myself.So,with the determination to win and the support of all the loved ones near me,I finally got my selection letter,after an year.

    I had a training period to complete,before posting.All the while,I was there,Daau’s lines,that ” you will have to make your own world,defeating every odd that is a hindrance in your life” was echoing in my mind.The training had been tough,especially for me as a girl,I had tough competions from my male counterparts.Many a times,I heard mockings,from them,for aspiring a high position,that was said to be only a man’s cup of tea.But,I had my own reasons,my own challenges,for which,I had to anyhow reach the zenith of success.

     

    ………….A call disturbs my thoughts.., It is the collector’s call,for an urgent meeting at his office.I am back. This office,would never have been in my dreams, if Daau wouldn’t have come to my life. I owe, whatever I am, to him.

    The name plate,Amalnoor Jahan Ilma IAS, assistant collector,Sangarpur, my ammi’s name, Ilma, along with my name, is my only prized possession of life.I only thank everyone,who made my life beautiful,I even thank those who made it a hell,because,they helped me to start focusing  on what I wanted to do in life.I am a girl,so I did struggle,I am still struggling,to make my mark in this word of men,and will continue to make my self serve those who need me…..

  • A free death

    A free death

    Freedom is illusion. You either choose pleasure… or death. Life for slaves…death for winners. Or a sense of adventure in the worst case.

     

    A frog, sitting on the wall, was staring inside the well. He was observing sharply the water and the possibility of food inside. There were water insects and a few spiders hanging from the wall quite close to the water level. He could easily feed upon them. But there was something that surprised him- the continuous waves in the water.
    A series of waves were rising repeatedly, striking the walls and disappearing; then again from the other side, one more series of similar water waves.
    That was weird, the frog thought. What the hell were the waves trying to do! A hypothetical thought struck his mind that they wanted to be free from the prison of the well.
    But why? Why would they want to be free when they are safe and secure inside?
    Suppose if this water leaks outside, it will be evaporated or cantaminated or used by humans or any other animal. It will loose its persona. So why would water want to be free feom well?
    But he thought again, does water own an identity of its own confined in these walls? No, it is a part of the well, it is known as a well.
    It can fly high in the sky if it gets evaporated and then it will be known as Water Vapour. If it gets contaminated, it will be known as ‘dirty water’. But it will be water forever. It will meet its true potential outside. May be that’s why it wants to be free.
    That is why it is repeatedly striking the walls.
    The frog looked around himself, well on one side and forest on the other. Should he sacrifice his freedom for his safety. The forest will give him his identity but there are numerous predators outside; what use is identity without life! But what use is life without freedom?
    He jumped… and landed on the soil to meet his ultimate fate- A free death.”
  • Kirthiga Reddy : Face of Facebook India

    Kirthiga Reddy : Face of Facebook India

    Today Facebook is everywhere and of course India too. Most of us are connected through this social platform to the world, in fact this media is working as a huge platform for many talents across India. But a few of us only are aware of the story of Managing Director at Facebook India which truly inspires the young aspiring women of India.

    Kirthiga Reddy born and brought up in a middle class family of Chennai, India was always expected to sacrificed during childhood to cover up the expenses of family.

    Post her bachelors degree in engineering he started climbing stares of success. Initially, she worked as an assistant with Yashwant Kanetkar helping him to finish his book on programming samples.This helped her achieve the financial situation to move to USA where she completed her M.S. and M.B.A.

    Reddy has worked with quiet a huge number of top notch companies like Motorola, Silicon Graphics etc. She was the only women in her team to achieve such heights, the first Indian employee to have worked at such a giant level with so many M.N.Cs. Her this profile helped her to gain a career in Facebook India to which she made many contributions and achieved the position of CEO of Facebook India.

    Reddy is soon shifting to US again to join the Facebook at it headquarters. This is the evidence of her level of expertise that facebook is hiring her at its headquarters.

    Her few words of excitement as a proud CEO and employee of such a huge company and as a concerned mother of two daughters, during one of her interview was –

    “ When my family relocated to India, we knew that we would have to move back to the U.S someday. It is a bittersweet moment to that the return time frame  is coming up in 6-12 months. Our two daughters start high school and middle school respectively this year- which serves as a natural transition point to make this move back.”

    The success journey from a middle class Indian child to an USA citizen has not been easy for Kirthiga. Shifting to places and yet showing a responsive attitude has helped her a lot to achieve success. In the beginning Facebook did not had any office in India and also was not aware of the fact that how should it work to expand its business within Indian boundaries but Kirthiga initialized step and has ran many success and many failed campaigns to popularize Facebook in India.

    We are all aware of the fact that racism has always been an issue for Indian at overseas but only a few like Mrs. Reddy could overcome racism and win hearts by their exceptional skills and dedication. Kirthiga’s confidence level has always increase with her amazingly increasing graph of achievements , which has helped her willingly face a tougher battle in USA  at the facebook headquarters being an Indian.

  • Back To College

    Back To College

    Story is about a young entrepreneur who faced the same treatment which every student who is poor in scoring faces in India. The same ignorance from fellow students and the same kind of “ Ye kisi kaam ka nahi hae “( He is just useless) from his teachers. Now that when he finally grew up to be a successful entrepreneur, he was called to inspire the students and motivate them to select the best career path for them, but the irony is he was called to the same college where he studied and he was looked down at years ago. The same teachers were now sanding in the audience applauding him. He has made his journey successful that very moment.  

     

    Please submit your assignments today and no excuses his time, saying this teacher left the class. Rohan with the same callous attitude continued reading the novel. As if he never bothered what’s going on in the classes meanwhile He completed reading one more novel of his favorite author. Going to college was only just for the sake of his parents and a few friends whom he could hardly count on his fingers. He was never interested in science but then again he wanted some degree to earn his bread. That’s the soul reason why he has paid thousands of bugs even though he knew he wasn’t interested in that particular field.

    Next day in the canteen, while he was sitting their enjoying his half baked cookies and a cappuccino, he’s friends came to him asking about his future plans. And to their surprise, he replied with the most appropriate answer, he said he wants success. That’s it, saying this Rohan left he place. Few days later when their college was planning to start a new cell to lead the budding entrepreneurs of the college, none took he responsibility of leading the cell because they knew it was a huge responsibility and during the end of the semesters none wanted to burden themselves, but it was Rohan who always stood up during crises.

    And he has proved I right once again by taking up the challenging work. And this would be the best chance for him also prove his worth in the college.

    He took up the responsibility and has managed the work to very good extent. In fact he was himself nominated as one of the best budding entrepreneur of the college. This poor guy never knew that one day he would be nominated as the best entrepreneur of the country for his idea of the very beginning startup community.

    That day Rohan has proved many of his lecturers, he wasn’t as useless as they’ve perceived him.  Though he passed his exams with just average scores that never bothered him. Because for him, he finally found his journey and that was too find all the budding entrepreneurs and give them all a platform to prove themselves. Bu for that again he had to get himself gain the so called name and fame or say he had to prove It first, how would be the life of an entrepreneur! And what are the upcoming challenges in the startup field.

    He chooses his career and with the dedication he had to excel, one could achieve any goal set for their life. In few years he was among the youngest successful people of the world, but this wasn’t his goal. He started his own startup, encouraged the students for taking up entrepreneurship as a part of their curriculum. It brought him many challenges on his way, yet he never accepted failure.

    He put in all his efforts and many a times even his name was at stake, but none could deter him and his determination. And there he is standing today being nominated as the best entrepreneur for his ideas of implementing entrepreneurship in the curriculum of their education.  One was the day when his teachers and his friends everyone mocked him for being so lazy and look at the revolution, he is standing here today revolutionizing their whole curriculum.

    Now he finally achieved his goal, and within few years his work even showed him good results. He could see he positive response of his hard work or say smart work. Because he never believed in hard work and his laziness always bound him to work less, which he utilized in positive manner and developed doing smart work. He became popular and was being called up by different colleges for giving them knowledge about entrepreneurships and their successful career in that path. One fine day while he was enjoying his morning coffee with his favorite business column of the paper, he got a call from a college, and to his surprise I was his college principal on the call. He was absolutely surprised to receive their invitation, they wanted him to attend their annual fest as a special guest, and wanted him to address the students. The program was in a week, excitement filled in him and day after day his curiousness grew. He was going back to his college, that college where he has been mocked for years, but yeah he same college where he learnt about his dream and destination, the same place where his talent was rewarded for the first time.

    After a week,

    He prepared himself for the presenting himself before the gathering, he has been invited to many colleges before but never before did he felt like this. His heart was palpitating and he could feel his cold inside him. He finally reached the college auditorium, his principal and the Head of departments were all heir to welcome him.

    He was treated very differently in the college this time, all his teachers were proud to see him standing there after reaching the glories of height.

    He was invited on to the stage to speak and address the gathering, their he stood on the other side of the stage today, what else could be a moment for someone. Standing on the same college platform as a chief guest to their annual fest, and feeling the sense of happiness and proudness in your beloved ones, what else is success!

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  • A Man with Intellectual Mind and Optimistic Perspective: Stephen Hawking

    A Man with Intellectual Mind and Optimistic Perspective: Stephen Hawking

    An inspirational journey of a man who could not walk, talk or move,but his working mind changed it all. 

     

    “Quiet people have the loudest minds.”

    The man behind the above quote completely justifies what a quiet person can do. Stephen William Hawking, a name who has brought revolution in the world of Science is a true inspiration for the world.

    He came to life on the 300th death anniversary of Galileo i.e. 8th of January 1942 in the country who ruled India for years, England. He was a part of a scholar family who attended the prestigious University of Oxford where his mother Isobel Hawking studied philosophy and His father Frank Hawking was into medicine. He was grown up in an environment where a research scientist was a casual thing to be.

    Little Stephen was never a topper in school. He did his college from renowned Oxford and Cambridge University.

    He had a quality number of friends and preferred Classical music over everything. Being a sharp mind since childhood, he used to create complex board games. He had a deep passion to study Mathematics but unavailability of the course at the Oxford University made him take Physics and further went on to study Cosmology.

    A great man in making was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (Motor Neuron Disease) at an early age of 21, when he was about to finish his Physics degree at Oxford. He used to bump into things, fall unintentionally and became cumbersome. The disease affected his nerve cells and his body slowly wasted away. Doctors never expected him to live long enough to complete his Post graduation.

    Dejected and depressed by his situation, Stephen fell in love with a girl named, Jane who gave her something to live for. They soon got married and Stephen worked on Physics inventing the idea of space-time singularity in a black hole. Stephen soon lost his ability to walk and was diagnosed with pneumonia. He had to undergo a severe operation where his voice was removed and 24 hours nurse care became a must. He was on a life support system that time, but his will to never give up brought him back to life.

    His slurry voice was no longer with him and he found it difficult to communicate.

    Software named Equaliser was brought up by a computer expert Walt Woltosz.This program allowed a person to select words from a series, controlled by hand or eye movement.Later, David Mason fiited a synthesizer and computer to Stephen’s chair giving him a voice with American accent.

    “A brief History of Time” is an international best seller on Physics and his theories. His genius mind and work have won in numerous award and honours. He has a mind of a genius and calculations are a simple work for his mind.

    At an age of 73, Stephen has become an inspiration for everybody. He has accomplished his unique dreams being dependent on prosthesis, a synthesiser or a computer system. He is a living example of what a man can do with his mind. Comparison to Albert Einstein is the best compliment he could ever receive for his singularity theorems. Although he cannot walk, cannot talk but in his mind he has been free.

    “Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. If you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don’t throw it away.”

    ~ Stephen Hawking

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  • Consolation – Not for All

    Consolation – Not for All

    This story tells the saga of the transformation of a beginner to a brand, taking every failure as a challenge and setting new limits every time she fails.

     

    Her beautiful eyes opened but the thoughts of last night suddenly flashed again in front of them. She kept on thinking how life changes with every single moment. She was one day in place of that little girl, who was crying to have lost the game, clinging to her father; as if there is nothing more to her life!!

    Morning was quite clear unlike the pre-occupied mind and heart. A new day broke but it brought with it the legacy of thoughts and feelings. Life has always been quite happening, sometimes in the darkness of ignorance and sometimes towards more exploration of the known.

    Depth, as it is, quite a temptation. A deep digging into her mind brought her back to the bygone days of life. A bleak moment of her life when she also failed; when she failed in the most confident field of her ability. They came to her as failures but always turned to challenges; challenges that made her as she is today, that shaped her life as well as attitude, they scaled her ability and that gave another horizon to her emotions as she thinks and behaves and transforms herself.

    A sunny day; a simple competition; a competition of ability; to prove herself capable of public speaking; a contest of logic and debate; and more specifically in the dreaded language of English…

    Here went a girl in her teens, on to the dice, with confidence sparkling in her eyes and firmly composed body gestures, to utter her views on the topic, “Is India free from corruption?”, the girl who was unable to pronounce corruption just a week ago is on her feet to address the audience on such an issue. Despite her expectations as well as performance she got blown up by failure. The first ever failure in the field of debating, the waves of the shock were enough to dismantle her world. The entire evening went in her sobbing in the cradle of her father, pampered and cuddled and consoled… Care of mother with a broken heart for her daughter, a lot of lessons for life, but perhaps her mind was not able to perceive any single sentence or any piece of emotion, she was lying there blank-headed.

    Then came the time, the time of final enlightenment of soul, of self-realisation, of a challenge, and strength to overcome all the fears, a motivation to go beyond the limit of being caught or reached and she took that time in her grip.

    She remembers only what she felt and thought! She was that girl, who is not a person to be consoled or sympathised; because consolation never gave her peace and sympathy demeaned her capability, she was a piece to actualize self and challenge self to achieve what others might not expect from her. She set her own limits and own assignments to do, and that is how she loved to climb the mountain of life, which is still and determined to make everyone learn trekking on it, if you can’t trek, you fall, you die with suffocation!

    Days passed on, she learnt not only to pronounce but also to write with a much strengthened vocabulary.  Challenges came; they were accepted and became tools of renovation for her.

    But then again, wherever one goes obstacles are always there. Being a beginner in the field of writing she faced a lot of hurdles on her paths to get published. She tried in many places and many of them didn’t revert back to her mails, some asked for recommendations or referrals and some confirmed out rightly that they don’t have place for beginners, but she never stopped.

    She finally thought to wake up and start her day not being a lazy philosopher anymore, sat on her bed, stared at her laptop, which was kept by the side of her bed; again gone to the automatic sleep mode by getting the hint of its master’s asleep state; she just switched it on and stared at the mails received, the first one was regarding some publication; she opened it and it said,

    “Dear Priya,

    We are pleased to inform you that your book is selected to be published by Penguin publication, India. We would like to get details on your acceptance of the offer. Our agreement letter and documents are attached in this mail. If you agree to our offer, then please send us the details required for publishing the book. We are waiting to hear from you.

    Penguin publications.

    India.”

    The sentences started to come to her mind again and again, the sentences that denied the offer to a beginner, that told her that she was not a brand!

    She was happy but more than happy she was satisfied, for now she was on her voyage of transforming a beginner to a brand! She always thought about nobody being a brand in the beginning but it is all about openness and inclusiveness of the society that makes brands out of beginners. Today she proved her own beliefs. Standing in her room, without a hurry to get fresh, she just turned on the music and got swayed with it. She danced and she sang, she enjoyed each bit of the music, relishing her long cherished desires with herself, dawn of the day turned to noon; but the sun was mild and the mood was wild. She took out some movie CDs stored in her closet and ordered food from outside, her favourite, Chinese food; sat in front of her loyal laptop and typed a mail accepting the offer from the publishing house. She then sat to watch the movie eating her food with much of a delight. The day broke and she found another self within her, the confident one, the victorious and courageous one, who won in the challenge that she once gave herself.

    She was never in favour of being favoured against anybody, for she thought that somehow demeans one’s self-esteem and ability. That esteem was preserved and so was her dedication to win the game being fair, able to look into her own eyes whenever she sat in front of a mirror.

    They gave a prize for consolation and she takes a pride in accepting the challenge. They say “Failure is the pillar of success”, she says, “Failures create new points of importance, milestones in life though not destinations; destinations signify end of the journey and the journey of life goes on, for her life exists after death as a name, it never ends; legacy continues!”

     

  • Hope Is the Best Thing

    Hope Is the Best Thing

    The journey of a girl from the hinter land of a village to her dream of higher studies, without the help of technology but with the assistance of people around and her passion to achieve something and create an identity of her own.

     

    It is a story. A story, not of the Bollywood or of the teen-age fantasy; but one of a quest; a quest to find and rather precisely to create self; a story of transformation, a story of the desire to conquer the earth and triumph over all odds, acquisition of knowledge to fill each little morsel of the brain though clearly known about its impossibility. A life of hope, a journey towards excellence crossing the bar of demure, it is a life of dreams to be lived, a story that says the saga of cherishing as well as relishing!

    A small village girl, unaware of the world outside just used to look at the sky, the stars and ask numerous questions that came to her mind. Some laugh at her questions some get irritated but her father always tried to answer. She sat in the premises of her home with other siblings and listened to the stories of the Hindu-mythology, a trend that rural India follows like urban kids follow Nancy-Drew mysteries and Harry Porter series of J.K Rowling.

    Well, that was never the end; or to be precise “end” is something that doesn’t exist, it’s just a point on the locus of your never ending curve of aspiration. The journey began there. She was very fond of stories. A cousin, who was staying at her place for his studies used to tell her a story each night. She would listen and then think of the characters and try to solve the rest of the puzzle herself as to why the characters did what they did.

    The journey to be somewhere started, a place was the aspiration that could give her respect, because she was frustrated with the daily saga of the differentiations between a boy and a girl, though not much at home yet quite a lot wherever she went.

    Her teachers started to gossip about her for she was playing at the age of 12, which is not seen as a good sign for “girls”.

    News of things happening everywhere made her startled. She used to analyse and think how to sort things out; but never got a clue. A system can’t run without people and when you involve people you have to include their fallacies. She will narrate things to her mother and she will listen like a little kid, she will try to analyse thoughts of her daughter and that is what they talked!

    Days went on and she finally got someone to show her the way ahead. Her teacher, who taught her maths and science (The only important subjects for Indian students) in her 10th class, was very optimistic about her. Seeing her interest he even guided her with English (The only subject that can be added to mathematics and science) and used to boost her confidence. He perhaps knew that she studies for herself and will never stop, not until she keeps on aspiring and aspirations are a way of life for her. He knew that she only needed confidence. He used to say her only one thing, “See, whoever you think is an achiever has two eyes and two ears, one face, one nose and the same as you, a human! So, think, if he/she can do it then you can also do it.”

    That was enough for the girl. The foundation was laid. Now when a person thinks and opines on things and is keen to learn, he/she seeks to analyse; that analysis in turn makes one too very pensive to express feelings in spoken words.

    She started to write, to express, to blurt out her thoughts and opinions about the country and the things that kept the country boiling.

    Sometimes God helps one in many ways. In her undergrad college she got good lecturers, quite approachable and keen to learn; too uncommon though yet it became possible. One of the lecturers used to sit with her and google astronomy, they used to read about stars and earth and what not in the universe, more about the most happening thing of course, black holes. Another lecturer was there who used to correct her articles and suggest her ways to improve. She did all the toil and people were doing work along with her for her development; theirs happened or not, not sure of that.

    Selected for job, but even worse, she got the appointment delayed. It never came in the first year and she stayed at her village. The purity of the air and naivety of the soil made her breathe with hope.

    She wanted to prove everyone that a girl can be equally an asset as a boy to her parents and she did.

    She did take care of her parents, not to prove but out of love; but eventually she proved to her own satisfaction. She proved her ability to dream and to fulfil them. She wrote and wrote, tore her heart to let her bleed in the piece of paper in ink. They all shone and smelled of the recent ink and that satisfied the fire within her, the fire of zeal and the water to flow in calmness containing those flames and yet not bringing a storm!

    Days passed by, and she knew that she had to do something more. A bachelor degree was never accepted by her as the end of her student career; she toiled to pursue a management degree. And now in the beautiful campus of IIM-L, not bad; huh!! Whether this will be the end of her formal education or not, the stars will tell you in future… but for her daily education out of the text book, IIM-L gives her wings to explore the best of ambience in its beauty and serenity, a daily feed to her curiosity.

    From the unconnected land, where science and technology fails to connect voices, she stood with hope, with hope of being in a position that is prestigious, inspired by the sky and the nature. The silent numb creatures gave her enough energy to go ahead and conquer the world on her own. Well, one never knows where the end is and where the beginning but just one thing can be said, hope is life and life is hope! End doesn’t come until one stops breathing!