the last post of the year..................
Hope is something which you will need it when you will be in a position you would never want to be in. at that time, at that instant you will understand that you can defy your destiny, in fact you feel you can defy even the god’s will. Shimmer of hope is something which will start your war against anything.
A shimmer of hope can wake up a dead man from the coffin.
A shimmer of hope can make an injured athletic complete his race.
A shimmer of hope can help a person to leave his failure behind.
A shimmer of hope can help one to forget and start new again.
A shimmer of hope can rekindle the lost enthusiasm.
A shimmer of hope can rebuild an entire nation.
A shimmer of hope can reminds that you can make up for any mistakes again.
hope is very powerful.
But, what I want to tell you is that shimmer of hope is a great element for the mankind. Instead of waiting for that hope, try being that shimmering hope for someone. After helping is noble and being helped is ignorance.
Think about all this in depth, analyze every sentence, every word in this article-you will get real life examples and you might also have first hand experience at some of them. I'll be happy if this brings some change in any of you
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
I CHOOSE THE RIGHT DECISION !
People will have to choose their own path, that path will, in most cases end up changing the lives of people around you for good or bad, forever. I always loved sitting at the Bhimli beach in Visakhapatnam watching the sunset. The beach is the only place where I can genuinely enjoy the bliss and the tranquility of the nature at its angelic best. Today has been no different. I had taken the same route of 2km for my evening walk always for the past few years, I don’t know how many. I used to come here with my father, we used to talk a lot of things, and I remember him asking why the sky won’t fall down. Yes, I had this routine unaltered since my childhood. The route which my father used to take and after his demise, I took to reach the daily place was the same. The path was altered only once-that made me a different man, people began to see me differently, they started to respect me genuinely. That was two years ago.
It was really hot on that day, people had taken to caps and umbrella’s to beat the heat. After the walk, I always used to sit at the same bench as I did for the past many years. On that day, I found it occupied. Looking from a distance, I could see a small movement. At first I thought that I might be a dog (which is as common as cars in U.S), as I went nearer I could see that it was a small boy. The kid was shivering in the evening, which was pretty hot. The shoreward winds hit his face gently. The soft silky shining black hair of the face was really so touching that I felt that these are how angel might look like. I had a feeling that something had to be done about that kid. I couldn’t stand there thinking that I might not be able to do anything. Later, the orange light on the sky lit up the face of the kid and it was at that instant that I decided.
I took the boy to the nearby hospital and had him admitted there. I called my wife up and asked her to come to the hospital. Before she could say some thing I told her that I was just fine and nothing happened to me and I just wanted her to meet me here. She consented.
When she came, as a loving Indian wife, I could see the anxiety on her face. I started walking towards her and then her expression journeyed from anxiety to happiness, as expected. We both sat down together in the corridor of the hospital. I started, “I told you that I was just fine”.
“It was just that when you said…” her voice was so magical that it always worked like magic on me. I had no other option than to spurt out, “its ok, you have that right to worry for me and I’ll not try to change the way you are.”
“Why are we here?” I always like the way she uses the word we, there was never an ‘I’, she never said thing like “I want a T.V”, it was always “We will need a T.V”.
“Nothing, I found somebody”, my routine joke.
“Stop Joking!”, and she started to laugh. She knew that I’ll love her forever and no one could take her place even for an instant and her smile always made me forget everything, all the nonsense in the world, the only thing that really mattered at that instant was her smile, I wanted to see that smile etched on her face always, forever.
“It’s a boy.”
“Go and enquire about the boy in the nearby P.S”
“Done, and I did talk to the boy, his parents died in an accident and he was left alone in the streets, they used to live in Hyderabad. There was no report for missing boy in the past one month for a kid of 3years in the state. He was in the city for the past few days. He caught up with fever and anemia. He has no one. What shall we do now?”
“Where is he?”
I took her into the room where he was resting. He was awake as we walked into the room. He was eating an apple. The eyes filled with liveliness and excitement looked in an encouraging way asking us to come and meet him. The innocence in his face was enough to get the truth even from a terrorist. She looked at him and then at me. I nodded. She proceeded towards him, he offered an apple. She took the apple and looked at me. I found tears in her eyes and then I smiled, she followed suit.
Wiping the tears, she hugged the boy.
That day I took a different path. It had been three years and on this day, when I think back, I am proud of what I had done. The boy was all along sitting on my lap on the same bench where I first found him and next to me was my wife with the boy’s two year old sister, all of us looking at the sunset. Yes, we are one happy family today.
It was really hot on that day, people had taken to caps and umbrella’s to beat the heat. After the walk, I always used to sit at the same bench as I did for the past many years. On that day, I found it occupied. Looking from a distance, I could see a small movement. At first I thought that I might be a dog (which is as common as cars in U.S), as I went nearer I could see that it was a small boy. The kid was shivering in the evening, which was pretty hot. The shoreward winds hit his face gently. The soft silky shining black hair of the face was really so touching that I felt that these are how angel might look like. I had a feeling that something had to be done about that kid. I couldn’t stand there thinking that I might not be able to do anything. Later, the orange light on the sky lit up the face of the kid and it was at that instant that I decided.
I took the boy to the nearby hospital and had him admitted there. I called my wife up and asked her to come to the hospital. Before she could say some thing I told her that I was just fine and nothing happened to me and I just wanted her to meet me here. She consented.
When she came, as a loving Indian wife, I could see the anxiety on her face. I started walking towards her and then her expression journeyed from anxiety to happiness, as expected. We both sat down together in the corridor of the hospital. I started, “I told you that I was just fine”.
“It was just that when you said…” her voice was so magical that it always worked like magic on me. I had no other option than to spurt out, “its ok, you have that right to worry for me and I’ll not try to change the way you are.”
“Why are we here?” I always like the way she uses the word we, there was never an ‘I’, she never said thing like “I want a T.V”, it was always “We will need a T.V”.
“Nothing, I found somebody”, my routine joke.
“Stop Joking!”, and she started to laugh. She knew that I’ll love her forever and no one could take her place even for an instant and her smile always made me forget everything, all the nonsense in the world, the only thing that really mattered at that instant was her smile, I wanted to see that smile etched on her face always, forever.
“It’s a boy.”
“Go and enquire about the boy in the nearby P.S”
“Done, and I did talk to the boy, his parents died in an accident and he was left alone in the streets, they used to live in Hyderabad. There was no report for missing boy in the past one month for a kid of 3years in the state. He was in the city for the past few days. He caught up with fever and anemia. He has no one. What shall we do now?”
“Where is he?”
I took her into the room where he was resting. He was awake as we walked into the room. He was eating an apple. The eyes filled with liveliness and excitement looked in an encouraging way asking us to come and meet him. The innocence in his face was enough to get the truth even from a terrorist. She looked at him and then at me. I nodded. She proceeded towards him, he offered an apple. She took the apple and looked at me. I found tears in her eyes and then I smiled, she followed suit.
Wiping the tears, she hugged the boy.
That day I took a different path. It had been three years and on this day, when I think back, I am proud of what I had done. The boy was all along sitting on my lap on the same bench where I first found him and next to me was my wife with the boy’s two year old sister, all of us looking at the sunset. Yes, we are one happy family today.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
EXCERPTS FROM THE LIFE OF A RAIN DROP
The day I remember when I took the form of what I am was the most memorable event in my entire life. I remember having been a worthless, formless creature, which can find no other reason to be living in this world, that is to say, I am just a punk. What and how I took the form is quite, to quote in the present day slang, ‘cool’. That day, I had been as usual in my carefree, ‘care for none’ mode. I was really letting myself let go. I was covering a long distance on my way to nowhere. It was then I met someone who made me realize what I was doing was wrong; every living creature including a cell makes itself useful part. That day I was carried by the creature which everyone calls wind and that took me to a bigger monster which I never knew existed. Travelling is something really special, it’s just as a teacher, and it teaches us a lot. The other creatures told me that the big monster was called a mountain. And I was astounded to find that I was nothing compared to what it was. I called out to him,” hey! Big guy! How is it going?”
I then heard a loud hoarse low pitch voice which spoke,” how can immortals talk to me? I am no one, you are not supposed to talk to me, your race is the purest form of all on this planet and also in the outer space as a whole; it’s my privilege to talk to someone of your kind”
“What? Am I really immortal?”
“You didn’t know that yourself?”
“No”, I noticed many other creatures of my kind have started lending their ears to the big guy.
“The water is the most respectable being in the world which lives, dies and gets reborn in this world, just as a phoenix does, that is a bird does. But, they are in no way equal to you. The only reason is that they are born, are for themselves and you noble race strive to keep others happy.”
“How can I do that?”
“Travel together with your entire family and strive for your ultimate form, your true existence should be the only way you can help all other creatures”
“Our ultimate form?”
“Yes, in your true form you are always respected, even the filthy human race also expects you to see them in your ultimate form, and some of them pray too, and that is a Rain Drop.”
“Rain drop?”
“Precisely, the form in which you become the most honorable being of all, in your current form there are few more creature which serve others better than you do. So, I think you would like to be the best kids don’t you? And you will want to lead an example to your future generations don’t you? You do wish to become immortal don’t you?”
“Yes!” I heard all of my companions speak at a time, from their heart.
“How do I become a Rain drop?
“Channel all your energy into getting into a sphere, collect all your assets and then release the energy, you will take that form, but, you will have to reach the sky, stop where you will find many people of your kind which are there trying to do something which your about to. Try at that altitude, if you succeed, then come again and tell me your experience.”
‘Sure big Guy! We are heading out, so long”
The next day, I started heading towards the other side of the direction in which I was previously heading. I felt that I was heading towards the cooler parts of the world; I was heading towards a great monster which everyone calls ocean, which pumps lot of people of our kind into the air. They call this place – the paradise. The great churner took all of us into one great launch, high above into the sky; there were some dust particles which caught us in the air. We all separated on our way again. We all started evolving, we started to get compressed, and our parts were forced to stick together and finally we were thrown down onto the ground, I started to feel minuscule, I became a small sphere, and I dashed towards the land. It was a really great feeling, the great velocity with which I ran towards the ground, and I was not at all hurt, it was the best adventure I had till date.
Right now, I am on my way to the paradise. I started to learn, I started to accept what the big guy said was true, that’s my destiny, I should follow my destiny till the world comes to an end and that means I will not have an opportunity to thank him too, I deep down at the bottom of my heart, I feel that’s what he wants me to do.
I then heard a loud hoarse low pitch voice which spoke,” how can immortals talk to me? I am no one, you are not supposed to talk to me, your race is the purest form of all on this planet and also in the outer space as a whole; it’s my privilege to talk to someone of your kind”
“What? Am I really immortal?”
“You didn’t know that yourself?”
“No”, I noticed many other creatures of my kind have started lending their ears to the big guy.
“The water is the most respectable being in the world which lives, dies and gets reborn in this world, just as a phoenix does, that is a bird does. But, they are in no way equal to you. The only reason is that they are born, are for themselves and you noble race strive to keep others happy.”
“How can I do that?”
“Travel together with your entire family and strive for your ultimate form, your true existence should be the only way you can help all other creatures”
“Our ultimate form?”
“Yes, in your true form you are always respected, even the filthy human race also expects you to see them in your ultimate form, and some of them pray too, and that is a Rain Drop.”
“Rain drop?”
“Precisely, the form in which you become the most honorable being of all, in your current form there are few more creature which serve others better than you do. So, I think you would like to be the best kids don’t you? And you will want to lead an example to your future generations don’t you? You do wish to become immortal don’t you?”
“Yes!” I heard all of my companions speak at a time, from their heart.
“How do I become a Rain drop?
“Channel all your energy into getting into a sphere, collect all your assets and then release the energy, you will take that form, but, you will have to reach the sky, stop where you will find many people of your kind which are there trying to do something which your about to. Try at that altitude, if you succeed, then come again and tell me your experience.”
‘Sure big Guy! We are heading out, so long”
The next day, I started heading towards the other side of the direction in which I was previously heading. I felt that I was heading towards the cooler parts of the world; I was heading towards a great monster which everyone calls ocean, which pumps lot of people of our kind into the air. They call this place – the paradise. The great churner took all of us into one great launch, high above into the sky; there were some dust particles which caught us in the air. We all separated on our way again. We all started evolving, we started to get compressed, and our parts were forced to stick together and finally we were thrown down onto the ground, I started to feel minuscule, I became a small sphere, and I dashed towards the land. It was a really great feeling, the great velocity with which I ran towards the ground, and I was not at all hurt, it was the best adventure I had till date.
Right now, I am on my way to the paradise. I started to learn, I started to accept what the big guy said was true, that’s my destiny, I should follow my destiny till the world comes to an end and that means I will not have an opportunity to thank him too, I deep down at the bottom of my heart, I feel that’s what he wants me to do.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
HUMANS PURE??
Imploring our own image in our own way gives a clear picture of our selves. In general, the world of human beings, in this present world, is infused with the several facets of the human nature. There is nothing which is pure in human nature. The human nature has become abstract. Purity is a rare phenomenon.
What is purity?
Where is that purity of human nature?
Can we ever find it?
The answer which I would like to tell is ‘yes’ and that too, found in abundance.
Where did I find it?
The other day I was traveling in one of the numerous jam packed buses in Hyderabad and in that bus I found the pureness of a human expression-the dream of every sculptor or artist. The search in vain concluded at the sight of a girl. I found the girl waving at me curiously with an angel like smile, bearing in the face of a three year old, sitting cozily in her father’s lap. Every kid draws the same pureness as that of the girl. The human nature is always pure, until the world is devoid of kids……
What is purity?
Where is that purity of human nature?
Can we ever find it?
The answer which I would like to tell is ‘yes’ and that too, found in abundance.
Where did I find it?
The other day I was traveling in one of the numerous jam packed buses in Hyderabad and in that bus I found the pureness of a human expression-the dream of every sculptor or artist. The search in vain concluded at the sight of a girl. I found the girl waving at me curiously with an angel like smile, bearing in the face of a three year old, sitting cozily in her father’s lap. Every kid draws the same pureness as that of the girl. The human nature is always pure, until the world is devoid of kids……
Monday, June 29, 2009
SECRETS OF THE BANYAN TREE
Ever since I heard “Standing tall”, I really wanted to know what it actually meant and I found my answer when I came across a majestic and the mythical BANYAN tree.
Though it might just be in its nascent stage of life, it had no less aura than that of a fully grown one. The great stem divided itself into two great branches. The branches were distinctly visible from the view point I was in and it seemed as if the tree has me welcoming into its hidden depths with its whole heart. The roots magnified the majesty, the protruding ones which offer support to the mighty branches. The way the branches and the leaves engulfed the main and the major part of the internal depths was way beyond imagination. I felt a force driving me towards the tree(could it be the tree itself?). I walked 43 feet towards this eternal beauty and looked up, it was a bit spooky, a bit dark, and after my sight adjusted to the lesser light, I could see more clearly.
And I was true(if I still didn’t tell you), the tree spread itself so cunningly that it covered more area than it meets the eye. As a curious cat, I started to explore the innards of this gigantic tree. I heard a series of monotonous sound of someone hitting the wood really fast. I proceeded in that direction and I discovered that it was a woodpecker doing what it was proficient in, I decided I would not be meddling with the most busiest living being in the vicinity. Sense of hear is too good to discard the origin of the something which makes our eardrums vibrate, so when I heard a sweet pleasant sound of some bird sounding like a flute on the other side of the other branch, a bird’s nest attracted my vision. The bird might have flown, the eggs were pinkish white in colour (I did climb the main stem though), wanting a closer look, I continued my climb. I was just a yard and a half away when I heard my car’s tyre getting deflated, I concentrated my field of vision in the direction of my car for a couple of seconds and then as my eyes bore towards the nest, my heart skipped a beat, I was motionless, I felt like my life started draining, I could hear my heart beat as clearly as my voice(tough no sound came out), my eyes bore into those fierce, unwavering slit open eyes of that creature which killed a man many many times, the sound wasn’t a car’s tyre, it was a snake. After 3 seconds which seemed eternity, the snake gobbled up an egg and slithered away. The snake was brownish white in colour, blending perfectly with the bark of the Banyan-making it the most dangerous prey of the “world under the shade of the Banyan tree”.
As I got down,i saw the bird back into its nest and after walking a few feet, I turned back to find a squirrel being chased by a monkey, jumping from one great branch to another.
Wondering still how many such adventures are undertaken by the citizens of the banyan tree day after day, I started towards my destination, jumping back into my car, hitting the highway road, life must go on-a scare of life must not stop it, be it mine or any other living being’s.
Though it might just be in its nascent stage of life, it had no less aura than that of a fully grown one. The great stem divided itself into two great branches. The branches were distinctly visible from the view point I was in and it seemed as if the tree has me welcoming into its hidden depths with its whole heart. The roots magnified the majesty, the protruding ones which offer support to the mighty branches. The way the branches and the leaves engulfed the main and the major part of the internal depths was way beyond imagination. I felt a force driving me towards the tree(could it be the tree itself?). I walked 43 feet towards this eternal beauty and looked up, it was a bit spooky, a bit dark, and after my sight adjusted to the lesser light, I could see more clearly.
And I was true(if I still didn’t tell you), the tree spread itself so cunningly that it covered more area than it meets the eye. As a curious cat, I started to explore the innards of this gigantic tree. I heard a series of monotonous sound of someone hitting the wood really fast. I proceeded in that direction and I discovered that it was a woodpecker doing what it was proficient in, I decided I would not be meddling with the most busiest living being in the vicinity. Sense of hear is too good to discard the origin of the something which makes our eardrums vibrate, so when I heard a sweet pleasant sound of some bird sounding like a flute on the other side of the other branch, a bird’s nest attracted my vision. The bird might have flown, the eggs were pinkish white in colour (I did climb the main stem though), wanting a closer look, I continued my climb. I was just a yard and a half away when I heard my car’s tyre getting deflated, I concentrated my field of vision in the direction of my car for a couple of seconds and then as my eyes bore towards the nest, my heart skipped a beat, I was motionless, I felt like my life started draining, I could hear my heart beat as clearly as my voice(tough no sound came out), my eyes bore into those fierce, unwavering slit open eyes of that creature which killed a man many many times, the sound wasn’t a car’s tyre, it was a snake. After 3 seconds which seemed eternity, the snake gobbled up an egg and slithered away. The snake was brownish white in colour, blending perfectly with the bark of the Banyan-making it the most dangerous prey of the “world under the shade of the Banyan tree”.
As I got down,i saw the bird back into its nest and after walking a few feet, I turned back to find a squirrel being chased by a monkey, jumping from one great branch to another.
Wondering still how many such adventures are undertaken by the citizens of the banyan tree day after day, I started towards my destination, jumping back into my car, hitting the highway road, life must go on-a scare of life must not stop it, be it mine or any other living being’s.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
THE PALACE
The Aura of life emanating from the great palace is unimaginable…these were the thoughts of Ramakrishna, on his visit to the village at the far end of the civilization of this modern world, sinking the feeling of watching a great architectural example of those times. People as usual feared to get into it, still he found it very much intriguing. The Haveli has been said to be the home of the greatest king, a warrior and an honest human being, with profound intellect. The kings thrived over 700 years ago. The audacity of the strength of the palace standing 700 years of turmoil has indeed caught Ramakrishna’s eye. The entire palace has been sheathed with a green layer. Cracks on the wall were there to show their existence. The very existence of the palace to this date is a tribute to the architectural marvels of those times. The protagonist decided to go into the palace. The door was 20 feet in width and 40 feet high, huge chains guarded the door. The villagers came along with him, after a discussion of nearly 3hrs. The shackles of the palace were down. Everyone entered the palace. “Devils will be there baba, we will go home”, said a villager. “I do not believe in ghosts, Ramu”, said Ramakrishna. There were no lights, only fire torches were there. One of them lit the torch with the matchstick, and then another world opened up to them. Everything they touched was gold or a wooden treasure. The paintings were covered with dust. The dust settled every where. There was no place without dust. The huge chandeliers, the floor, the ceiling, the stairs leading up to two storeys, all had dust, and apart from the dust part, everything they saw was through a shield of spider webs. It was dusk; they retreated to the main village.
The entire village gathered around a big tree at the heart of the village. They were explained that there were no ghosts and the palace had countless treasures in it, along with the history of the palace. After persuasion which carried late into that night, few more people joined RamaKrishna.
The next day around two scores of villagers had come along to help Ramakrishna. Ramakrishna is actually an archaeologist who is here on small information he came by, about the palace which had been abandoned for centuries. A middle aged man, he was the brightest among all of his classmates in the top university. The main reason for him to be here is to understand the culture of that era which has been masked by baseless believes about the presence of Ghosts. At the start of the day, after all the prayers, the group started for the palace. The cleaning of the entire palace started. All the villagers were really excited to enter the inner sanctuary to witness how it looks to be a palace, a place where they were denied entry. Each and everyone were more than amazed to witness the eye catching golden reserves and the comfort which the kings enjoyed. After nearly three hours, finally, the entire dust had been cleared. The villagers were given instruction not to take anything until the dust was dusted. There was no one who had disobeyed that. Then, after that, Ramakrishna started to do his work. He started with the scrolls which he gathered. He was amazed to see that the dialect they used was closed to the present day local language, easily understandable. The first scroll he opened contained information on the borders of the kingdom. The second scroll contained the information about the palace, the exact date of construction and the start of palace being used as the home to the king, in the solar calendar. The third scroll contained a message from the other king for a truce. The fourth had a detailed description of the war with another country. After nearly a fifty scrolls, which spoke of the kings, their administration, the clan of the king, describing almost every individual, Ramakrishna tumbled upon the most important scroll-the palace blueprint. And after about a score of other scrolls, he got the hold of the scroll which had the entire description of treasure of the king. The coins, modern phrase money, were there right underneath the palace. The great palace bore the treasure of the kings of that dynasty, which they have accumulated in a couple of century’s time. The villagers retreated for the day, along with Ramakrishna.
The following day, the archaeological along with the national press turn up for unearthing the treasure. The villagers who helped the previous day started digging the floor and after the one hundred and forty forth hit, the gold started to surface, after sometime, the cold coins were of different types and of different shapes, the wealth of all kingdoms of those time – a priceless treasure. The coins where in a total of about fifty thousand coinsThe officials started to give interview, it was found out that the treasure valued to about 1000 crore in the present day currency, then, Ramakrishna came forward and showed the will of the king to the press and all it said was-
“In case the kingdom heir dies, the treasure belongs to the citizens of the kingdom alone, and the person who finds out gets thousand gold coins”.
Villagers became millionaires overnight that day, and Ramakrishna became world famous.
The entire village gathered around a big tree at the heart of the village. They were explained that there were no ghosts and the palace had countless treasures in it, along with the history of the palace. After persuasion which carried late into that night, few more people joined RamaKrishna.
The next day around two scores of villagers had come along to help Ramakrishna. Ramakrishna is actually an archaeologist who is here on small information he came by, about the palace which had been abandoned for centuries. A middle aged man, he was the brightest among all of his classmates in the top university. The main reason for him to be here is to understand the culture of that era which has been masked by baseless believes about the presence of Ghosts. At the start of the day, after all the prayers, the group started for the palace. The cleaning of the entire palace started. All the villagers were really excited to enter the inner sanctuary to witness how it looks to be a palace, a place where they were denied entry. Each and everyone were more than amazed to witness the eye catching golden reserves and the comfort which the kings enjoyed. After nearly three hours, finally, the entire dust had been cleared. The villagers were given instruction not to take anything until the dust was dusted. There was no one who had disobeyed that. Then, after that, Ramakrishna started to do his work. He started with the scrolls which he gathered. He was amazed to see that the dialect they used was closed to the present day local language, easily understandable. The first scroll he opened contained information on the borders of the kingdom. The second scroll contained the information about the palace, the exact date of construction and the start of palace being used as the home to the king, in the solar calendar. The third scroll contained a message from the other king for a truce. The fourth had a detailed description of the war with another country. After nearly a fifty scrolls, which spoke of the kings, their administration, the clan of the king, describing almost every individual, Ramakrishna tumbled upon the most important scroll-the palace blueprint. And after about a score of other scrolls, he got the hold of the scroll which had the entire description of treasure of the king. The coins, modern phrase money, were there right underneath the palace. The great palace bore the treasure of the kings of that dynasty, which they have accumulated in a couple of century’s time. The villagers retreated for the day, along with Ramakrishna.
The following day, the archaeological along with the national press turn up for unearthing the treasure. The villagers who helped the previous day started digging the floor and after the one hundred and forty forth hit, the gold started to surface, after sometime, the cold coins were of different types and of different shapes, the wealth of all kingdoms of those time – a priceless treasure. The coins where in a total of about fifty thousand coinsThe officials started to give interview, it was found out that the treasure valued to about 1000 crore in the present day currency, then, Ramakrishna came forward and showed the will of the king to the press and all it said was-
“In case the kingdom heir dies, the treasure belongs to the citizens of the kingdom alone, and the person who finds out gets thousand gold coins”.
Villagers became millionaires overnight that day, and Ramakrishna became world famous.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
What happened to him ? ? ?
There can be no mistake at all; it’s definitely got to be Mr.Murthy. the 6 foot two inch lanky, superbly built, it was a great pleasure for the entire world of Mr.Murthy to be witnessing such a radical change in the innards of his heart as well as the outer man as a whole. He had the overwhelming reputation of being called a “perfect Bad man”, he had several stories to his credit, like leaving his job thrice in four months, slapping his boss and so on, all that one can say about him is that he is not the favourable person you get to work with, that is due to his greatly dominating personality trait – his short temper. All this was before he had attended a conference “Application, presentation and efficient product output session”, at Frankfurt. Yes, he has been invited; he is really the most talented ‘creature’ on the planet.
But, if there is a change even in a kind of person like him, then there has to be something of real significance happened to him that he had become such a different person. He had been speaking very politely, very carefully phrasing each and every word of his, respecting every person in his domain. He has really changed? If so what brought this great change in such a person? Something at Frankfurt might have been the cause of this phenomenal change. Mr.Vikram has been a close associate to him for over 20years that is from their 5th grade of their schooling, even when Mr.Murthy was all alone, when no one cared even about his existence; Mr. Vikram was the only one to care for him, to see him as a person, as a human. So, he set out to ask him what exactly happened on his trip.
“Hey! Murthy! How has your trip been?”
“Oh! It’s you Vicky?”
“Who else do you think it is?”
“No its not that, I was just surprised you came at this time of the night. You usually would be with your wife, the ideal husband of this century!”
“You haven’t lost your charm buddy, but, still I can tell you that you have had some of the biggest shocks of your life for you to change this big.”
“I didn’t change at all!!”
“You are telling me? Now tell me what caused this radical change in you? Or should I ask who caused this change?”
“Okay fine, I never did hide anything from you so I’ll be telling you what happened.”
“Well…”
“Just Start…“
“Fine, as you know I have been to Frankfurt, I met a girl there, we went together for about three odd days and I don’t know what happened on the next day, we drank on the last night together, I might have offended her, but mind you I did nothing wrong, although it’s common in those countries, the next day, I didn’t remember a thing, she came to me, said she was sorry for spending time with me and……” he couldn’t continue any longer. Vikram waited for sometime, after a bit longer than a second, he continued again,” You see she said that she could never talk with any one who misbehaves with any one else, even if it’s in an unknown country, she slapped me, and said,” Learn to respect others, learn about the word polite, learn to mingle with others, only then you will deserve some respect.”, that’s all was what she said and she left.”
“I saw a letter and which she threw at me, it said, “I would have married you had you not hit the old man who was serving you at the hotel on the first day we met, you have all the qualities I would want them to be in my husband, still I cannot make you my life’s other half.” And till now I did not know what happened the last night after the dinner.”
“how was she?”, Vikram asked.
“Man she’s cute, a French, still she was really good, angel like.”
“I’ll tell you what happened.”
“What?”
“Yeah! I can guess, no I certainly believe that ‘YOU’ had proposed her the previous night and…”
“And?”
“She’s the only person who could control the great Mr.Murthy and you both would have made a great pair, but, the only thing you can do is to heed her advice.”
“That, I have been doing from the day I came to my motherland…”
But, if there is a change even in a kind of person like him, then there has to be something of real significance happened to him that he had become such a different person. He had been speaking very politely, very carefully phrasing each and every word of his, respecting every person in his domain. He has really changed? If so what brought this great change in such a person? Something at Frankfurt might have been the cause of this phenomenal change. Mr.Vikram has been a close associate to him for over 20years that is from their 5th grade of their schooling, even when Mr.Murthy was all alone, when no one cared even about his existence; Mr. Vikram was the only one to care for him, to see him as a person, as a human. So, he set out to ask him what exactly happened on his trip.
“Hey! Murthy! How has your trip been?”
“Oh! It’s you Vicky?”
“Who else do you think it is?”
“No its not that, I was just surprised you came at this time of the night. You usually would be with your wife, the ideal husband of this century!”
“You haven’t lost your charm buddy, but, still I can tell you that you have had some of the biggest shocks of your life for you to change this big.”
“I didn’t change at all!!”
“You are telling me? Now tell me what caused this radical change in you? Or should I ask who caused this change?”
“Okay fine, I never did hide anything from you so I’ll be telling you what happened.”
“Well…”
“Just Start…“
“Fine, as you know I have been to Frankfurt, I met a girl there, we went together for about three odd days and I don’t know what happened on the next day, we drank on the last night together, I might have offended her, but mind you I did nothing wrong, although it’s common in those countries, the next day, I didn’t remember a thing, she came to me, said she was sorry for spending time with me and……” he couldn’t continue any longer. Vikram waited for sometime, after a bit longer than a second, he continued again,” You see she said that she could never talk with any one who misbehaves with any one else, even if it’s in an unknown country, she slapped me, and said,” Learn to respect others, learn about the word polite, learn to mingle with others, only then you will deserve some respect.”, that’s all was what she said and she left.”
“I saw a letter and which she threw at me, it said, “I would have married you had you not hit the old man who was serving you at the hotel on the first day we met, you have all the qualities I would want them to be in my husband, still I cannot make you my life’s other half.” And till now I did not know what happened the last night after the dinner.”
“how was she?”, Vikram asked.
“Man she’s cute, a French, still she was really good, angel like.”
“I’ll tell you what happened.”
“What?”
“Yeah! I can guess, no I certainly believe that ‘YOU’ had proposed her the previous night and…”
“And?”
“She’s the only person who could control the great Mr.Murthy and you both would have made a great pair, but, the only thing you can do is to heed her advice.”
“That, I have been doing from the day I came to my motherland…”
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
LOVE AND LIFE
Jim Carter is the most known, able, handsome bachelor of the small town of Norwegeria. A 20000$ per week, Jim works for an international company, with a promise of steep rise in career. Every girl knew him, every girl wanted him to be her man, a heart throb among girls, but, he considered none. He knew that some day he would be meeting his life's lady; he wanted a true love, a love which blossoms only when the eyes, the mind, the body and the heart take him towards her. One evening, after a small business party, he walked slowly towards his home, a not so heavy fog settled down in the town, a far distance could not be seen properly and in that vague sight, he had seen her – the one for whom he had waited for so long. She was clad in blue denim shorts and a white t – shirt, a pitch black hair till her neck, she looked angel. Their eyes met. Jim felt his heart skip a beat, his mind urged him to talk to her. She, at a distance gave a mysterious, enchanting smile and with that captivating smile, she ran away into the darkness – her cute legs glide in the darkness. He kept watching her as she disappeared.
He found her.
Strange was the day, the time, and strange was she. The next day, he kept searching for her, leaving his work. Again at the weekend, again after another party he had seen her and this time he took her straight to the church, married her, had two children, for 6years they lived happily and in the next year Mrs. Carter died suffering from leukemia and he never married anyone in his life again. May be he never found the smile again.
He found her.
Strange was the day, the time, and strange was she. The next day, he kept searching for her, leaving his work. Again at the weekend, again after another party he had seen her and this time he took her straight to the church, married her, had two children, for 6years they lived happily and in the next year Mrs. Carter died suffering from leukemia and he never married anyone in his life again. May be he never found the smile again.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Who's the Student and who's the teacher?
It was the most imaginative day ever. I felt a different person that day. My thoughts began to race faster than they usually do.
I am a 40 year old person, working in a school, as the school's principal. I actually enjoy my work although many of my friends work in many multi national companies with a lot of potential to increase their salaries, but, I, choose to remain in what I really enjoy, I love all the nick names by which my students call me, like say, princi, tiger, old man and stuff like that. I get several complaints everyday and yet I never carry them in my mind. But, it was different that day. That day changed me too.
I wouldn’t say that it’s a complaint; I would rather call it to be a casual talk with my student, and he is a 7th grader. I gaped at his imagination. He was a genius in the making. It was not a really big talk, just a small one. Okay, I will take you all on a journey on what exactly happened that day.
I exactly remember that it was a Monday. I was in my cabin, talking to a neighboring school principal, asserting that I would be getting my school children to the Science exhibition in their school, I heard a knock, somebody was waiting for me outside my cabin.
I finished my call as they entered my cabin. I saw science teacher along with her student and he was really short below the average size of his classmates, he stood there very frightened. I decided I will not be shouting at him, he was really cute to be in 7th grade. So, I started with the first question I usually ask everyone.
Yes?
Sir, he has been day dreaming and he himself said that without any shame sir.
I looked at furiously at him and then smiled. That boy too smiled. I asked him “So what were you dreaming sir?”
“Nothing sir”
“YOU WILL have to tell me NOW!”
“Sir I have a lot of interest in electronics sir.”
“Do you know what electronics is?”
“Sir you see I have an elder brother in engineering and an elder sister in inter so sometimes I learnt about them when my brother explains my sister and then I learned on my own by reading their books sir.”
“I asked you what you were dreaming about.”
“Sir, I dreamt about the current, a light blue in color passing through each and every matter, be it a conductor or not, I dreamt what it is to be having everything blue, all the different kinds of shades of blue, all the trees blue, conducting the same energy into each other, wouldn’t it be great sir?”
“It’s really good but, do you think you should be day dreaming in the class?”
“I am sorry sir!”
“You may go now but take your teachers permission and come in the last period.”
“Okay sir”
In the last period I took detailed notes of his thought, made sure it got printed in the year’s magazine. And when I dreamt on the similar lines, I felt the ecstasy, I never felt before. Even I started dreaming……and it was fun…..even you should be dreaming……
I am a 40 year old person, working in a school, as the school's principal. I actually enjoy my work although many of my friends work in many multi national companies with a lot of potential to increase their salaries, but, I, choose to remain in what I really enjoy, I love all the nick names by which my students call me, like say, princi, tiger, old man and stuff like that. I get several complaints everyday and yet I never carry them in my mind. But, it was different that day. That day changed me too.
I wouldn’t say that it’s a complaint; I would rather call it to be a casual talk with my student, and he is a 7th grader. I gaped at his imagination. He was a genius in the making. It was not a really big talk, just a small one. Okay, I will take you all on a journey on what exactly happened that day.
I exactly remember that it was a Monday. I was in my cabin, talking to a neighboring school principal, asserting that I would be getting my school children to the Science exhibition in their school, I heard a knock, somebody was waiting for me outside my cabin.
I finished my call as they entered my cabin. I saw science teacher along with her student and he was really short below the average size of his classmates, he stood there very frightened. I decided I will not be shouting at him, he was really cute to be in 7th grade. So, I started with the first question I usually ask everyone.
Yes?
Sir, he has been day dreaming and he himself said that without any shame sir.
I looked at furiously at him and then smiled. That boy too smiled. I asked him “So what were you dreaming sir?”
“Nothing sir”
“YOU WILL have to tell me NOW!”
“Sir I have a lot of interest in electronics sir.”
“Do you know what electronics is?”
“Sir you see I have an elder brother in engineering and an elder sister in inter so sometimes I learnt about them when my brother explains my sister and then I learned on my own by reading their books sir.”
“I asked you what you were dreaming about.”
“Sir, I dreamt about the current, a light blue in color passing through each and every matter, be it a conductor or not, I dreamt what it is to be having everything blue, all the different kinds of shades of blue, all the trees blue, conducting the same energy into each other, wouldn’t it be great sir?”
“It’s really good but, do you think you should be day dreaming in the class?”
“I am sorry sir!”
“You may go now but take your teachers permission and come in the last period.”
“Okay sir”
In the last period I took detailed notes of his thought, made sure it got printed in the year’s magazine. And when I dreamt on the similar lines, I felt the ecstasy, I never felt before. Even I started dreaming……and it was fun…..even you should be dreaming……
Friday, February 27, 2009
POEM NO:1
A small poem, my first one ever, which i wrote in 20years!!!
i may not be as good as i am but i am not bad either,
i may not be a good lover but i am not bad either,
i may not be intelligent but i am not a fool either,
i may not be an animal but i am not a human either........
i may not be as good as i am but i am not bad either,
i may not be a good lover but i am not bad either,
i may not be intelligent but i am not a fool either,
i may not be an animal but i am not a human either........
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Nostalgic times ! ! !
The village of chandrapuram was a highly appreciated village which produced eminent personalities – which include a MLA, a MP, a collector and a Ramu. He was the most famous personality at the age of eleven, a great number of village lads knew him, many of the other village lads wanted to beat him to bed. Those were the days when India won the cricket world cup, pretty recently (4 years back). The boys and men alike played cricket with such an enthusiasm that they believed themselves to be Kapil Dev or Mohinder Amarnath. The mandal in which chandrapuram was situated had many disputes, and they were settled by a cricket match. Like, the other time around, chandrapuram farmers had difficulty with the farmers of andalapuram. The river flowed from the other village to theirs. The river water was completely used by the other village, allowing desperately low water for the cultivation by the farmers of chandrapuram. That was settled by a cricket match, chandrapuram beat the other village.
The collector was also a cricket freak. He wanted to organize a cricket tournament of all the villages in the mandal and he stated that they would be considering the best player’s education fund until he gets a job. No boy or the parents could resist such an offer, every body wanted to play or watch the tournament.
The boys in the mandal had the best time in their short life. All they had to do was play and nothing else and they will not have to fear about their parents scolding. The entire village gathered for the day when the tourament kick started. All waited eagerly for the team of Chandrapuram to play. The stories cricket bat of Ramu flew far and wide, he was the trump card for their team, and the first match was against the deadly team of virabhadrapuram, the fiercest blowers – Shankar and Shiva, who played along with Ramu, as a team player for the mandal team. The great match, when it started had the entire field full of supporters. People came from all the mandal which consisted of over 150 villages. The match began.
The other team was bowled out for a meare 50runs and Ramu was, with the practice he did, scored a 30 of them and the remaining by 6 of them, convincing win against a team which had shankar and shiva.
The team slowly progressed till the finals and then, a valiant 100 runs by Ramu went in vain, his team lost, but, he won.
Ramu was a eleven year old lad, twenty years back. On that day, the date read July 15, 1988. He stood at the same land which catapulted him to fame. He parked his car at the edge of the open area where some boys were playing cricket and then he asked for a few balls to be thrown to him, so that he could play them, a lot was going in his mind………….
The collector was also a cricket freak. He wanted to organize a cricket tournament of all the villages in the mandal and he stated that they would be considering the best player’s education fund until he gets a job. No boy or the parents could resist such an offer, every body wanted to play or watch the tournament.
The boys in the mandal had the best time in their short life. All they had to do was play and nothing else and they will not have to fear about their parents scolding. The entire village gathered for the day when the tourament kick started. All waited eagerly for the team of Chandrapuram to play. The stories cricket bat of Ramu flew far and wide, he was the trump card for their team, and the first match was against the deadly team of virabhadrapuram, the fiercest blowers – Shankar and Shiva, who played along with Ramu, as a team player for the mandal team. The great match, when it started had the entire field full of supporters. People came from all the mandal which consisted of over 150 villages. The match began.
The other team was bowled out for a meare 50runs and Ramu was, with the practice he did, scored a 30 of them and the remaining by 6 of them, convincing win against a team which had shankar and shiva.
The team slowly progressed till the finals and then, a valiant 100 runs by Ramu went in vain, his team lost, but, he won.
Ramu was a eleven year old lad, twenty years back. On that day, the date read July 15, 1988. He stood at the same land which catapulted him to fame. He parked his car at the edge of the open area where some boys were playing cricket and then he asked for a few balls to be thrown to him, so that he could play them, a lot was going in his mind………….
Monday, February 16, 2009
The Mystic Bridge
The people of the Puranagoan always feared the main land to this day for the past many centuaries and the only reason for it was that the only means of the link to the mainland-a really old bridge was as they felt-haunted.
The bridge always carried a sign “PURANAGOAN NATIVE STAY OUT”, the people of the village always wonder how did the board come, but only a few know that the bridge was haunted and none had ever came back after crossing the bridge and very few knew that the board was installed by the village head ”Sardar” , about half a century back, for restricting the people do something foolish.
It is always known that the children are more curious than the adults and hence, when the elders ask them not to see or do something, they do not sleep until they finished their task of disobeying their elders and when they do it, they realize that they should not have done that.
It is not always necessary that the adults always are true. Now our story deals with this aspect of the argument.
The protagonist of our story is Krishna, an eleven year old active, innocent courageous lad from the village of Puranagoan.
Our story starts on the day when the grandfeast of the village takes place.
The head of the village always presided over it. The oldest person usually became the ‘Sardar’ and he was supposed to settle the disputes and even advice in the personal relationships of all the people in the village which contained about thirty scores of them.
Krishna was an eye candy for all the people-children and adults alike. A boy of medium stature, there never went a day which no person talked to him.
The day the Grandfeast was held, it was a full moon day with the brightest day of the moon itself.
This day, it was said that all the questions had to be truthfully told by anyone who knew the answer.
A boy name Raghav first got up and asked the first question “What lies beneath the bridge?”
This question was answered almost immediately “The people, animal, plants, much like every thing else that’s here kid.” It was an old person named Sarvadar who answered it.
Then, Krishna started asking “Why cannot we go in there?”
“The bridge is haunted that’s why”
“Why is it haunted?”
“It is said so as nobody ever came back after going through the bridge.”
“Well, are we all afraid of going through the bridge that we call it haunted?”
“I suppose so.”
“Why do not we do it today?”
“We cannot risk our lives just for the sake of your desire to be fulfilled, Krishna.”
“That’s true. But, did you ever fell like going through that bridge?”
“We did Krishna!”
“Then, did you go?”
“None ever dared to do so.”
“Why is that so?”
“The only rational explanation for this is that our elders forbade us to do so and we obeyed them.”
“But they could be wrong!” this time Krishna found himself shouting.
“May be, usually elders are right, they have age as their experience so it is better to listen to them.”
“The person who never returned might left this place only to find the other place interesting?”
“May be your right, even I feel like going through that bridge.”
Let me remind you that this was spoken by Chandra-an adult.
Hmm...it seems that Krishna finally lured the adults into crossing bridge.
The rest of the discussion was only about as to when do they start crossing the bridge and how do they do it.
Thus, on the 5th day following the grand feast, it was decided that the people of the puranagoan are going to cross the bridge-which no one ever dared to do so for the past half century.
Then, finally all the people prepared themselves for the epic journey for the other side of the bridge, bags full of food, clothes, water, blankets and weapons-mainly sickles, vegetables and wooden rods.
A ninety year old man also started in this great movement, his name-Govardhan, the people of that village clearly remember that this person is the same father who cried and has been crying for the past fifty years, it was he who lost his only son-Prabhanjan, for he was the person who dared to disobey the village custom, of course fifty years back. This old man wanted to find out as to why his only son has not returned and the wise men did not object to this.
Finally, the d-day arrived.
Every one in the village set out (leaving a few who wished they never wanted to leave their village) to the other side of the bridge.
The people helt really weird crossing the bridge as it went right up to 200 feet below them, and most of them were scared to their necks. And finally after 15min they all gathered on the other side of the bridge.
The path ahead was not to be seen and then all of them decided that they would be going straight and so they all started in the same direction after some time it started raining.
They walked for nearly 1hour enduring the rain and then they noticed something on to their right and it found out to be a cave and then, they decided to rest for some time in that cave.
When they entered the cave, they found out that the couldn’t see anything and so they lighted a wooden stick which enlightened the entire cave, then something really happened, they saw bones and at the same time Govardhan gave a grief melancholic cry………he had seen his son’s ring between the bones of a big animal amidst dirt ……it was then everybody realized where they really where and what happened to Prabhanjan, fifty years back.
After that they all retreated back to their village….and while on the other side….Govardhan removed the board asking them to avoid the bridge…..the village sardar then held the council and then he spoke, “ Prabhanjan was killed by the lion and we found the proof of that due to his ring…among the bones of the creature….we shall keep going to the other side of the bridge which remained mysterious for so long and also the mysteries it held on the other side…..i feel we should thank Krishna for encouraging us to go beyond the bridge and helping the old man to know for the reason that his son never came back to him.”
A few days after that strongly built people with weapons of that village crossed the bridge traveled for quite a long time…around half a day and then reached another town and then the trading with the town began and soon enough they started living without thinking of the times when they never dared to cross the bridge.
After fifty years….Krishna was made the Sardar of the village.
The bridge always carried a sign “PURANAGOAN NATIVE STAY OUT”, the people of the village always wonder how did the board come, but only a few know that the bridge was haunted and none had ever came back after crossing the bridge and very few knew that the board was installed by the village head ”Sardar” , about half a century back, for restricting the people do something foolish.
It is always known that the children are more curious than the adults and hence, when the elders ask them not to see or do something, they do not sleep until they finished their task of disobeying their elders and when they do it, they realize that they should not have done that.
It is not always necessary that the adults always are true. Now our story deals with this aspect of the argument.
The protagonist of our story is Krishna, an eleven year old active, innocent courageous lad from the village of Puranagoan.
Our story starts on the day when the grandfeast of the village takes place.
The head of the village always presided over it. The oldest person usually became the ‘Sardar’ and he was supposed to settle the disputes and even advice in the personal relationships of all the people in the village which contained about thirty scores of them.
Krishna was an eye candy for all the people-children and adults alike. A boy of medium stature, there never went a day which no person talked to him.
The day the Grandfeast was held, it was a full moon day with the brightest day of the moon itself.
This day, it was said that all the questions had to be truthfully told by anyone who knew the answer.
A boy name Raghav first got up and asked the first question “What lies beneath the bridge?”
This question was answered almost immediately “The people, animal, plants, much like every thing else that’s here kid.” It was an old person named Sarvadar who answered it.
Then, Krishna started asking “Why cannot we go in there?”
“The bridge is haunted that’s why”
“Why is it haunted?”
“It is said so as nobody ever came back after going through the bridge.”
“Well, are we all afraid of going through the bridge that we call it haunted?”
“I suppose so.”
“Why do not we do it today?”
“We cannot risk our lives just for the sake of your desire to be fulfilled, Krishna.”
“That’s true. But, did you ever fell like going through that bridge?”
“We did Krishna!”
“Then, did you go?”
“None ever dared to do so.”
“Why is that so?”
“The only rational explanation for this is that our elders forbade us to do so and we obeyed them.”
“But they could be wrong!” this time Krishna found himself shouting.
“May be, usually elders are right, they have age as their experience so it is better to listen to them.”
“The person who never returned might left this place only to find the other place interesting?”
“May be your right, even I feel like going through that bridge.”
Let me remind you that this was spoken by Chandra-an adult.
Hmm...it seems that Krishna finally lured the adults into crossing bridge.
The rest of the discussion was only about as to when do they start crossing the bridge and how do they do it.
Thus, on the 5th day following the grand feast, it was decided that the people of the puranagoan are going to cross the bridge-which no one ever dared to do so for the past half century.
Then, finally all the people prepared themselves for the epic journey for the other side of the bridge, bags full of food, clothes, water, blankets and weapons-mainly sickles, vegetables and wooden rods.
A ninety year old man also started in this great movement, his name-Govardhan, the people of that village clearly remember that this person is the same father who cried and has been crying for the past fifty years, it was he who lost his only son-Prabhanjan, for he was the person who dared to disobey the village custom, of course fifty years back. This old man wanted to find out as to why his only son has not returned and the wise men did not object to this.
Finally, the d-day arrived.
Every one in the village set out (leaving a few who wished they never wanted to leave their village) to the other side of the bridge.
The people helt really weird crossing the bridge as it went right up to 200 feet below them, and most of them were scared to their necks. And finally after 15min they all gathered on the other side of the bridge.
The path ahead was not to be seen and then all of them decided that they would be going straight and so they all started in the same direction after some time it started raining.
They walked for nearly 1hour enduring the rain and then they noticed something on to their right and it found out to be a cave and then, they decided to rest for some time in that cave.
When they entered the cave, they found out that the couldn’t see anything and so they lighted a wooden stick which enlightened the entire cave, then something really happened, they saw bones and at the same time Govardhan gave a grief melancholic cry………he had seen his son’s ring between the bones of a big animal amidst dirt ……it was then everybody realized where they really where and what happened to Prabhanjan, fifty years back.
After that they all retreated back to their village….and while on the other side….Govardhan removed the board asking them to avoid the bridge…..the village sardar then held the council and then he spoke, “ Prabhanjan was killed by the lion and we found the proof of that due to his ring…among the bones of the creature….we shall keep going to the other side of the bridge which remained mysterious for so long and also the mysteries it held on the other side…..i feel we should thank Krishna for encouraging us to go beyond the bridge and helping the old man to know for the reason that his son never came back to him.”
A few days after that strongly built people with weapons of that village crossed the bridge traveled for quite a long time…around half a day and then reached another town and then the trading with the town began and soon enough they started living without thinking of the times when they never dared to cross the bridge.
After fifty years….Krishna was made the Sardar of the village.
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