It was one summer day I came out of my school bus with my bag hanging at one side of my back and on the other my cricket kit. My mother was waiting for me at my stand, I went to her and she told me “there’s a vacancy at don bosco.” I got very happy as I always dreamt of it that I was studying in that institution. But before I could expand my happiness my mother continued “but there’s no vacancy in your class its one below you are in.” And my bat slipped of. It looked that it shared with me my emotion.
“I cannot repeat a class, it’s below my dignity” I told my mother as we were going home. “But its don bosco your life will get settled believe me I know what’s good for you.” I thought she doesn’t know what’s good for me. I had studied for 7 years in that school. I was favorite of my friends and of teachers but then it was my mother her decision was final. I reached home and sat with my books after a nap of 30 minutes. She came to my room an said “close these books and start preparing for your entrance test.” I felt my body burning with fire but I was helpless. I always wanted to be in don bosco but not at cost of 1 year. Next day was my exam at dbs. I went inside the school and looked up it was a magnificent one. Flushing garden and 3 buildings interconnected with each other. Two basketball courts and a ground which spread were over an area of about 1000 square feet. I felt great and when I climbed up the srairs I saw about 50 classrooms and long corridors. It was all that I wanted. I went to give the test which included three papers – math’s, English, g.k. My exam went nice as I had expected because I was one year low. The results came after 4 days. I was selected in the 180 boys. There were more 10 boys. The next day was the interview and I was too excited. We reached there and then my interview started. I was very confident while speaking and answered all questions. It was not bookish questions. It was all logical. I got admission in don bosco my dream schools but at cost of 1 year. But that one year did not much mind to me because now my base is very strong. I can speak fluent English and I have also made my own personality. I could do this all because my parents. They pushed me into this school and now when I think of the day my mother told me about the vacancy I cannot remember why I told that I will not go into this school. I know the fact very well now that “PARENTS KNOW BEST”
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Yet, Christ let his powers rest
The night was cold and wet;
Furious the heavenly skies
On the cross was the Redemeer’s rise
Who had not revealed his powers yet.
The barmy man seemed himself
More glorious than his Father!
And even wiser than his Mother;
Yet, Christ denied uncovering his true self.
He hung there like a worn-out rag
And a ‘crown of prejudice’ on his head
Mother moaning as she had bred.
Did Christ then raise his powers’ sag?
His hand bled- the red blood
Covered the iron in his arms;
Two men- kindly he charms.
And yet he let not his powers flood.
Not a piece of attire on his chest,
Whole day he waited for Death;
Or rather, death waited for his breath;
But Christ let his powers rest.
Furious the heavenly skies
On the cross was the Redemeer’s rise
Who had not revealed his powers yet.
The barmy man seemed himself
More glorious than his Father!
And even wiser than his Mother;
Yet, Christ denied uncovering his true self.
He hung there like a worn-out rag
And a ‘crown of prejudice’ on his head
Mother moaning as she had bred.
Did Christ then raise his powers’ sag?
His hand bled- the red blood
Covered the iron in his arms;
Two men- kindly he charms.
And yet he let not his powers flood.
Not a piece of attire on his chest,
Whole day he waited for Death;
Or rather, death waited for his breath;
But Christ let his powers rest.
Wisdom, Glory and Friendship
This is dedicated to my friends
Presenting...
Goldennail
Cycostus
Public prosecutor [p.p.]
Klitystar [pronounced ‘litista’]
Metalhand
Gilderwart
Tootenham
Kepler
Apparatchik
Scene: 1
[Curtain opens. The scene is of the eastern side of the Novosibirsk reservoir. It is the Karakan pine forest of Russia. A robber, Goldennail is sitting on a rock; he is the head of all the robbers. Cycostus sits beside him and Klitystar is sitting on another rock with Metalhand. The public prosecutor [p.p.] is standing and addressing them.]
P.P.:
Why does a whale come out from the waters totally and why does you do the same from the safest place for you, the woods of the west?
Goldennail:
A whale comes out from the waters to free its body and breathe fresh air. Thus, I do come out from the ‘breathtaking’ jail of mine fearlessly of the captors waiting outside.
P.P.:
But that is dangerous and forbidden; for the jackal is hunting the rabbit and the rabbit must stay in its hole. The Apparatchik can be dangerous to you.
Cycostus:
The rabbit has a sharp sense of smell and hearing and does run that fast so we are there to sacrifice.
Klitystar:
Yes, these sense organs are the friends of the rabbit; those winds are friends of the arrow and the bird; those waters are friends of the schooners and those rains are the friends of the peasant so are we; the friends and protectors of Goldennail.
Goldennail:
That is why; the robber has nothing to be afraid of, because it has friends, the greatest treasures of life, like the diamond is the treasure of the ring.
P.P.:
Friends, yes, of course! But are they greater than glory?
Cycostus:
Glory? Do you mean to abuse Goldennail? Can ever silver be more precious than gold?
Goldennail:
No, Cycostus. Don’t pour acid into an acid. It will burst. But yes, prosecutor, friends are like sun and glory is like a firefly.
Metalhand:
Prosecutor, there’s in an empty balloon below my neck.
P.P.:
Oh, yes! Wash yourselves; dinner is after an hour- At the old oak tree. I hope you have not washed out your memories.
Klitystar:
No, of course, once the dog gets the smell, he never forgets it.
Exit: Everybody
Scene: 2
[The people are sitting around a fire with hot food. They are gossipping and eating.]
Metalhand:
Friends and foes are two aspects of success. A dog has a bone and liberty as its friend and the cruelty of man is his enemy. If its not cruelty of man, then there are the diseases to oppose him. Thus, if these two aspects are not present, success is impossible. But where does glory lay? It lies in the history and ended up with Napoleon Bonaparte and Adolf Hitler. So, my friend prosecutor, there is nothing such as glory overpowering friends.
P.P.:
I have read much about Gilderwart and Tootenham. Who are they actually?
Goldennail:
Gilderwart and Tootenham? Two seeds of the same fruit fighting to grow up into a plant and ended up blown away by a wind and swallowed by a bird.
Klitystar:
They are the greatest story of glory and friendship. Gilderwart was the son of the king of France and Tootenham was his closest friend. They used to live together almost all the time. His father, the king of France was involved in a war against the British. He was small and did not go to the battlefield with his father. Then, when his father was not at home, Tootenham came to him and urged him to follow. He hesitated at first, but then he faithfully followed. He led him to his mother’s chamber and when he stopped Gilderwart asked him what the matter was! Meanwhile, Gilderwart’s father was stuck in a battle in which he was sure to lose because the enemy had overpowered them.
Cycostus:
Yes, and he was fighting with at least ten horsemen at once. He was one of the greatest rulers of France.
Metalhand:
He was called the ‘Savior of the saviors’ because he used to save as many people as he could instead of killing that many.
Goldennail:
And Gilderwart had inherited his father’s qualities. Thus, he was also a very good ruler.
Klitystar:
Yes, Gilderwart was fighting ferociously and it is said- one of his enemies was chopped into twenty one pieces!
Tootenham led Gilderwart to the other chamber beside his mother’s. There, he showed Gilderwart what he had done, choppen off one man into exactly twenty one pieces saying that he was a traitor and had killed his mother. Giderwart was so shocked that he went mad for an hour. It seemed that he would never come back but he gained conciousness- most unexpectedly- in an hour and directly kicked Tootenham on his chest. He fell backwards and ran away and never came back. Gilderwart’s father won that battle with great struggle and retuened at once to attend the funeral. After that, Gilderwart’s father taught him the art of fighting and he was impressed at his son’s skill. But in the mean time, thinking of Tootenham made Gilderwart feel guilty and slowly the fire grew. Then that generation passed and Gilderwart became the king of France. He was very powerful and soon became the emporer of Italy. Slowly, as his power began to rise, he forgot his revenge against Tootenham and turned to the glory which his father had failed to achieve. He began his quest in spring. One night, when he was trying to sleep in his tent, Tootenham entered and left a note. He didn’t notice it and read the letter the next day-
‘I’m very sorry!’
He tore the note to pieces as his old flare lit up once again and he sent for the chief commander in whom he had trust the most and ordered him to kill Tootnham wherever he found him. That night, Gilderwart was killed by an arrow. He did not know who had killed him.
Exit: Everybody
Scene: 3
[Supper is complete. They have put up their tents and are sitting around the fire.]
P.P.:
The story was very interesting. What happens next?
Enter: Kepler, Apparatchik
Kepler:
Next, Apparatchik finds the noble robber and the legend comes to an end.
Cycostus:
We are the dogs who guard the treasure, so the intruder has to go past us in order to get his hands upon the treasure.
Kepler:
The Apparatchik doesn’t need to deal with dogs because he has more powerful weapons, wolves!
Apparatchik:
Yes, but they are tame wolves. So, don’t worry! They will attack only one of you, so, who wants to die?
Cycostus:
The treasure’s best friend is its actual and main guardian who is I, Cycostus and I strictly order you to destruct me before you loot the treasure.
Klitystar:
What is the use of an iron nail in front of a whole bunch of food to a hungry man? Kill me if you want but do no harm to Goldennail because it will also harm the hungry man.
P.P.:
The work of the savior is to save paying whatever the price is. I am the savior of these men so till I live, no harm comes to them. If you have real control over the hounds, kill me first.
Metalhand:
I am the closest friend of Goldennail, and sacrificing for a friend is my prime duty. I shall welcome death with a hug. Death! Come to me!
Apparatchik:
Death fears those who seek it and seeks those who fear it. All of you have shown your fearlessness. But Goldennail, my prime aim, is yet to overpower Death. I shall order the hounds to the kill him if he doesn’t accept it now!
Cycostus:
No, I shall not let harm to him!
Klitystar:
What harm comes to him? I shall see that nobody even touches him.
P.P.:
Kill me! But no harm to him! I am the savior!
Metalhand:
I will stand before him and I will see how Death touches him.
Apparatchik:
Attack Goldennail!
[The wolves kill Goldennail and the enemies fly away.]
Scene: 4
[The funeral is over. Two and a half months have passed. The men are sitting cuddled together.]
P.P.:
What happens next in the story?
Klitystar:
After the death of Gilderwart, many myths leaked out. But what most believe is that Tootenham was the trusted chief commander that Gilderwart had and he killed him to become the King of France. Actually, Gilderwart’s mother was killed by the traitor and Tootenham had killed the traitor. But when he realized that Gilderwart would never accept him as a friend, he did what anyone would have done. He knew that there was a forthcoming search for Tootenham among the army so he fulfilled a friend’s duty, he killed Gilderwart. Tootenham also realized what Gilderwart was upto, achieving glory. But Goldennail did the same feat; he showed wisdom by not even uttering a word and showed true friendship by sacrificing the treasure!
Exit: Everybody
[Curtain closes.]
Presenting...
Goldennail
Cycostus
Public prosecutor [p.p.]
Klitystar [pronounced ‘litista’]
Metalhand
Gilderwart
Tootenham
Kepler
Apparatchik
Scene: 1
[Curtain opens. The scene is of the eastern side of the Novosibirsk reservoir. It is the Karakan pine forest of Russia. A robber, Goldennail is sitting on a rock; he is the head of all the robbers. Cycostus sits beside him and Klitystar is sitting on another rock with Metalhand. The public prosecutor [p.p.] is standing and addressing them.]
P.P.:
Why does a whale come out from the waters totally and why does you do the same from the safest place for you, the woods of the west?
Goldennail:
A whale comes out from the waters to free its body and breathe fresh air. Thus, I do come out from the ‘breathtaking’ jail of mine fearlessly of the captors waiting outside.
P.P.:
But that is dangerous and forbidden; for the jackal is hunting the rabbit and the rabbit must stay in its hole. The Apparatchik can be dangerous to you.
Cycostus:
The rabbit has a sharp sense of smell and hearing and does run that fast so we are there to sacrifice.
Klitystar:
Yes, these sense organs are the friends of the rabbit; those winds are friends of the arrow and the bird; those waters are friends of the schooners and those rains are the friends of the peasant so are we; the friends and protectors of Goldennail.
Goldennail:
That is why; the robber has nothing to be afraid of, because it has friends, the greatest treasures of life, like the diamond is the treasure of the ring.
P.P.:
Friends, yes, of course! But are they greater than glory?
Cycostus:
Glory? Do you mean to abuse Goldennail? Can ever silver be more precious than gold?
Goldennail:
No, Cycostus. Don’t pour acid into an acid. It will burst. But yes, prosecutor, friends are like sun and glory is like a firefly.
Metalhand:
Prosecutor, there’s in an empty balloon below my neck.
P.P.:
Oh, yes! Wash yourselves; dinner is after an hour- At the old oak tree. I hope you have not washed out your memories.
Klitystar:
No, of course, once the dog gets the smell, he never forgets it.
Exit: Everybody
Scene: 2
[The people are sitting around a fire with hot food. They are gossipping and eating.]
Metalhand:
Friends and foes are two aspects of success. A dog has a bone and liberty as its friend and the cruelty of man is his enemy. If its not cruelty of man, then there are the diseases to oppose him. Thus, if these two aspects are not present, success is impossible. But where does glory lay? It lies in the history and ended up with Napoleon Bonaparte and Adolf Hitler. So, my friend prosecutor, there is nothing such as glory overpowering friends.
P.P.:
I have read much about Gilderwart and Tootenham. Who are they actually?
Goldennail:
Gilderwart and Tootenham? Two seeds of the same fruit fighting to grow up into a plant and ended up blown away by a wind and swallowed by a bird.
Klitystar:
They are the greatest story of glory and friendship. Gilderwart was the son of the king of France and Tootenham was his closest friend. They used to live together almost all the time. His father, the king of France was involved in a war against the British. He was small and did not go to the battlefield with his father. Then, when his father was not at home, Tootenham came to him and urged him to follow. He hesitated at first, but then he faithfully followed. He led him to his mother’s chamber and when he stopped Gilderwart asked him what the matter was! Meanwhile, Gilderwart’s father was stuck in a battle in which he was sure to lose because the enemy had overpowered them.
Cycostus:
Yes, and he was fighting with at least ten horsemen at once. He was one of the greatest rulers of France.
Metalhand:
He was called the ‘Savior of the saviors’ because he used to save as many people as he could instead of killing that many.
Goldennail:
And Gilderwart had inherited his father’s qualities. Thus, he was also a very good ruler.
Klitystar:
Yes, Gilderwart was fighting ferociously and it is said- one of his enemies was chopped into twenty one pieces!
Tootenham led Gilderwart to the other chamber beside his mother’s. There, he showed Gilderwart what he had done, choppen off one man into exactly twenty one pieces saying that he was a traitor and had killed his mother. Giderwart was so shocked that he went mad for an hour. It seemed that he would never come back but he gained conciousness- most unexpectedly- in an hour and directly kicked Tootenham on his chest. He fell backwards and ran away and never came back. Gilderwart’s father won that battle with great struggle and retuened at once to attend the funeral. After that, Gilderwart’s father taught him the art of fighting and he was impressed at his son’s skill. But in the mean time, thinking of Tootenham made Gilderwart feel guilty and slowly the fire grew. Then that generation passed and Gilderwart became the king of France. He was very powerful and soon became the emporer of Italy. Slowly, as his power began to rise, he forgot his revenge against Tootenham and turned to the glory which his father had failed to achieve. He began his quest in spring. One night, when he was trying to sleep in his tent, Tootenham entered and left a note. He didn’t notice it and read the letter the next day-
‘I’m very sorry!’
He tore the note to pieces as his old flare lit up once again and he sent for the chief commander in whom he had trust the most and ordered him to kill Tootnham wherever he found him. That night, Gilderwart was killed by an arrow. He did not know who had killed him.
Exit: Everybody
Scene: 3
[Supper is complete. They have put up their tents and are sitting around the fire.]
P.P.:
The story was very interesting. What happens next?
Enter: Kepler, Apparatchik
Kepler:
Next, Apparatchik finds the noble robber and the legend comes to an end.
Cycostus:
We are the dogs who guard the treasure, so the intruder has to go past us in order to get his hands upon the treasure.
Kepler:
The Apparatchik doesn’t need to deal with dogs because he has more powerful weapons, wolves!
Apparatchik:
Yes, but they are tame wolves. So, don’t worry! They will attack only one of you, so, who wants to die?
Cycostus:
The treasure’s best friend is its actual and main guardian who is I, Cycostus and I strictly order you to destruct me before you loot the treasure.
Klitystar:
What is the use of an iron nail in front of a whole bunch of food to a hungry man? Kill me if you want but do no harm to Goldennail because it will also harm the hungry man.
P.P.:
The work of the savior is to save paying whatever the price is. I am the savior of these men so till I live, no harm comes to them. If you have real control over the hounds, kill me first.
Metalhand:
I am the closest friend of Goldennail, and sacrificing for a friend is my prime duty. I shall welcome death with a hug. Death! Come to me!
Apparatchik:
Death fears those who seek it and seeks those who fear it. All of you have shown your fearlessness. But Goldennail, my prime aim, is yet to overpower Death. I shall order the hounds to the kill him if he doesn’t accept it now!
Cycostus:
No, I shall not let harm to him!
Klitystar:
What harm comes to him? I shall see that nobody even touches him.
P.P.:
Kill me! But no harm to him! I am the savior!
Metalhand:
I will stand before him and I will see how Death touches him.
Apparatchik:
Attack Goldennail!
[The wolves kill Goldennail and the enemies fly away.]
Scene: 4
[The funeral is over. Two and a half months have passed. The men are sitting cuddled together.]
P.P.:
What happens next in the story?
Klitystar:
After the death of Gilderwart, many myths leaked out. But what most believe is that Tootenham was the trusted chief commander that Gilderwart had and he killed him to become the King of France. Actually, Gilderwart’s mother was killed by the traitor and Tootenham had killed the traitor. But when he realized that Gilderwart would never accept him as a friend, he did what anyone would have done. He knew that there was a forthcoming search for Tootenham among the army so he fulfilled a friend’s duty, he killed Gilderwart. Tootenham also realized what Gilderwart was upto, achieving glory. But Goldennail did the same feat; he showed wisdom by not even uttering a word and showed true friendship by sacrificing the treasure!
Exit: Everybody
[Curtain closes.]
The golden spell
India’s history is beset with glory
It’s present? Only vice-
Future is yet unholy.
All this would forlornly suffice
To fill the nation’s pages, incessant
With twisted rise and fall
Legends, of kings and ministers pleasant-
Hovering at their hall.
Now, it is the people’s spell
To amend what doesn’t flatter,
The only requisite is to tell
The folks to rebel all that what quarter-
The shockingly “ceased” incessant,
The Golden Sparrow- India.
It’s present? Only vice-
Future is yet unholy.
All this would forlornly suffice
To fill the nation’s pages, incessant
With twisted rise and fall
Legends, of kings and ministers pleasant-
Hovering at their hall.
Now, it is the people’s spell
To amend what doesn’t flatter,
The only requisite is to tell
The folks to rebel all that what quarter-
The shockingly “ceased” incessant,
The Golden Sparrow- India.
Takat Can - skit
Director: Arey, cameraman kitni der laga rahe ho. Javed mera muh kyun tak raha hai? Main kya Katrina Kaif hu? Chal, ye chair utha. [he takes a step back and falls down by the chair.]
Javed: Sir aap niche kya kar rahe hai? [he bends down]
Director: Abe saale tujhe chair hatane bola tha na! Javed: sir ap gir kaise gaye? Tum log uthao sirji ko! Kya kar rahe ho? [Javed helps him up]
Director:kya batau? In kamino ne mera bheja fry kar ke rakh diya! Kis jungle se utha laya inko?
Javed: sir, nau baj gaye hai. Saare audition dene wale bahar khade hai. Hamein jaldi se jaldi shurwat karni hogi. [everyone says ‘ready’][javed exits]
Director: javed, pehle admi ko bula. [he wipes his head and sits down. OPM enters]
Director: Nam?
OPM: [coughs, does hairing style.] Main Om Prakash Makhi-ja!
Director: Om shanti om ke set se bhag aaya?
OPM: Nahi, sir mere bapu makhi marne mein black belt the. Bas, ‘MAKHI-JA’ ka chap pad gaya.
Director: Chal, is table pe se ‘takat can’ utha, pi, apna stunts dikha aur bol, “Ye hai Takat can. Takat can! Ise pijiye aur ho jaiye Shaktishali. Maine apnaya hai, aap bhi apnaaiye.
[He drinks, then does....] OPM: ye hai takat can. Isse double battery single power ban jata hai single battery double power. Ye hame deti hai takat jisse ham makhi mar sakte hai. All out, Mortein aur kachua chap sab iske aage fail hai!! Mere bapu ne apnaya tha, aap bhi apnaiye!!
Director: CUT CUT CUT! Apne papaji ka publicity stunt kar raha hai? Chal, phut yaha se! Cameraman, camera roll javed dusra aadmi ko bula.
Director: Tumhara naam?
Rkswma: Main... rkswma! Bole to ram Krishna Sharma wangdu muthusami ayer
Rkswma: [clims on a chair and tries to jump but falls down] d-d-dekha! Dekha iska kamal! Ye drink mein 50% aluminium hai, 30% copper hai aur 20% zinc hai jisse ek aadmi ko 100 ATP energy milta hai!
Director: Goti... Kalti mar!! Javed tu kis kis namune ko utha laya hai? Agle bande ko bula!
[NRI comes in a torn dress. After sum time and director is waiting]
NRI: Hi, i m NRI.
Director: non residential indian
Nri – no no non required indian
Director – yaha kya kar raha hain
NRI: fanta ka signal loud bunking is allowd
Director: achcha chal- chorus!
NRI: Takat can... takat can...takat can....can, can, can!
Director: arey age to bol
Nri – sorry, meri ma ne mujhe sirf takat can bolna sikhakar bheja hain
director – agley aadmi ko bula
Handa: Main hun Handa from stuntmania.
Director: Wah! Tumhe to achche stunts ate honge! Chalo, koi to kam ka hai!
[he drinks][everyone comes in at once]
Everyone stand in a queue and director also
Police enters frm back : nikalo in sab k bahar ye sab fake directors hain
[everyone runs away and director and javed s der]
Police : dikhao apna certificate
Javed : wo to nahi hain
Police : chalo jail ki hawa khane ab batata hun tum log ko
Nri : bas agar koi coming to i moving and if i moving den thing stage kapkapaing and if stage kapkapaing den u all falling and if u all falling den dis stage breaking and if dis stage breaking den no tdf hoing and dis i not bardashing .
Javed : arey hindi me bol
Nri : jab jab suraj chand rahega don bosco mein students ko sahi raaste pe lane ke liye teachers rahega.
Javed: Sir aap niche kya kar rahe hai? [he bends down]
Director: Abe saale tujhe chair hatane bola tha na! Javed: sir ap gir kaise gaye? Tum log uthao sirji ko! Kya kar rahe ho? [Javed helps him up]
Director:kya batau? In kamino ne mera bheja fry kar ke rakh diya! Kis jungle se utha laya inko?
Javed: sir, nau baj gaye hai. Saare audition dene wale bahar khade hai. Hamein jaldi se jaldi shurwat karni hogi. [everyone says ‘ready’][javed exits]
Director: javed, pehle admi ko bula. [he wipes his head and sits down. OPM enters]
Director: Nam?
OPM: [coughs, does hairing style.] Main Om Prakash Makhi-ja!
Director: Om shanti om ke set se bhag aaya?
OPM: Nahi, sir mere bapu makhi marne mein black belt the. Bas, ‘MAKHI-JA’ ka chap pad gaya.
Director: Chal, is table pe se ‘takat can’ utha, pi, apna stunts dikha aur bol, “Ye hai Takat can. Takat can! Ise pijiye aur ho jaiye Shaktishali. Maine apnaya hai, aap bhi apnaaiye.
[He drinks, then does....] OPM: ye hai takat can. Isse double battery single power ban jata hai single battery double power. Ye hame deti hai takat jisse ham makhi mar sakte hai. All out, Mortein aur kachua chap sab iske aage fail hai!! Mere bapu ne apnaya tha, aap bhi apnaiye!!
Director: CUT CUT CUT! Apne papaji ka publicity stunt kar raha hai? Chal, phut yaha se! Cameraman, camera roll javed dusra aadmi ko bula.
Director: Tumhara naam?
Rkswma: Main... rkswma! Bole to ram Krishna Sharma wangdu muthusami ayer
Rkswma: [clims on a chair and tries to jump but falls down] d-d-dekha! Dekha iska kamal! Ye drink mein 50% aluminium hai, 30% copper hai aur 20% zinc hai jisse ek aadmi ko 100 ATP energy milta hai!
Director: Goti... Kalti mar!! Javed tu kis kis namune ko utha laya hai? Agle bande ko bula!
[NRI comes in a torn dress. After sum time and director is waiting]
NRI: Hi, i m NRI.
Director: non residential indian
Nri – no no non required indian
Director – yaha kya kar raha hain
NRI: fanta ka signal loud bunking is allowd
Director: achcha chal- chorus!
NRI: Takat can... takat can...takat can....can, can, can!
Director: arey age to bol
Nri – sorry, meri ma ne mujhe sirf takat can bolna sikhakar bheja hain
director – agley aadmi ko bula
Handa: Main hun Handa from stuntmania.
Director: Wah! Tumhe to achche stunts ate honge! Chalo, koi to kam ka hai!
[he drinks][everyone comes in at once]
Everyone stand in a queue and director also
Police enters frm back : nikalo in sab k bahar ye sab fake directors hain
[everyone runs away and director and javed s der]
Police : dikhao apna certificate
Javed : wo to nahi hain
Police : chalo jail ki hawa khane ab batata hun tum log ko
Nri : bas agar koi coming to i moving and if i moving den thing stage kapkapaing and if stage kapkapaing den u all falling and if u all falling den dis stage breaking and if dis stage breaking den no tdf hoing and dis i not bardashing .
Javed : arey hindi me bol
Nri : jab jab suraj chand rahega don bosco mein students ko sahi raaste pe lane ke liye teachers rahega.
Speech- Judgement required
Today Samuel learnt a new word, vicissitude. “This word means change of circumstances and it is usually used with life telling about the ups and downs of life,” said his teacher. The word struck him most unlike any other of the thousand words his teacher used to tell him. “Ma’am, please give me an example,” Samuel asked inquisitively. After a thought, his teacher said “She maintained her attitude in spite of the vicissitudes in her life.” Samuel was impressed. He didn’t know that he would be tweeting the same word delightedly the next day.
*
The sun was down by the time they reached home. Samuel and Marx were close friends. They had decided to spend some time at his home and so Samuel called Harry and Adam also to his home. They agreed. “Marx, c’mon, you play much better than this,” Samuel said. They were playing table tennis at his home. “Yes, I know it. I don’t know what is happening to me now!” he replied. “Harry and Adam will be coming soon. We will watch Identity. It is a horror movie,” Samuel said to him. “Okay,” he replied. Samuel’s cellphone began ringing. Oh no! Karl is calling me! “Hello, Karl?” “Yes, Sam!” he replied relieved to find that Samuel had answered the call. “Yes, the score is one by zero, okay?” Samuel said to Marx in the middle of the call. “Sam, I wanted to ask if-,” “Hold on. Marx, this was a wrong serve. You didn’t throw the ball into the air. Yes, what were you telling?” Samuel said trying to evade the call. “Listen to me, Sam. Did you do it for me?” Karl asked. “Uh, yes, yes I have done it. Marx, I think it was my turn to serve. I’m so sorry, Karl. Actually, I am playing t.t. so-,” Samuel said but Karl interrupted me, “Play, play it well. I will call you later,” he said and Samuel hung up. “Why were you talking so strangely?” Marx asked me. “It was Karl. One day, he had come to my home with a disc. He told me that it contained his computer project was inside it but he was not being able to open it. I tried to open it for him but it still did not. After much persuasion from his side, I agreed to make a project for him. He also asked me to print the first pages of some of his projects. I agreed to that also. After that, he went out of station and now he has returned. The problem is that I forgot to print his pages but I have made his project. That is why I was talking to him that way because actually I didn’t want to talk with him at all. I will better do his work and then talk to him,” Samuel said and Marx shook his head. I had made a mistake. I should have done it for him.
“Hello, Sam,” said Adam. “Welcome, Adam. Come, Harry, come in. We will be watching Identity which is a horror movie. But before that, I would like to show you the project I have made for Karl. This is one of my best projects,” Samuel said. “It is so nice,” said Marx after seeing the project. “Oh… is it? Thanks,” Samuel replied. After that, they saw the horror movie which was very catchy. Samuel bid them a good night as they walked away and he went back hurriedly for the Fifa match had begun.
Samuel forgot to do the pages for Karl and was busy watching the thrilling match between Argentina and Nigeria. Argentina won it. The phone rang. He picked up the receiver. “Yes?” “Sam! This is Harry! Quickly connect to orkut. I want to speak to you urgently. This is very urgent,” he said. “Okay,” Samuel said yawning. He was in no mood for jokes and he was quite sure that Harry was playing a joke. He logged into orkut and started a chat with Harry. What have you got to tell me? He asked him. His reply came- If there is a friend of yours who is very nice in front of you. But he speaks ill of you to another friend of yours who, considering the circumstances, just nods in approval, but afterwards breaks all of it to you. Which friend would be the better one for you? Samuel was in no mood for all this bullshit and so he replied- don’t ask such obvious questions. The first friend is bad.You are asking questions like- Who is better, the Divine or the Satan? Moreover, there is no fourth person in this story which is a very short one and one which I don’t like so please don’t you eat my head. I am not in a serious mood. Cool down, man. You have heard what you wanted to hear from me. Now, are you happy?
I just didn’t want to hear it from you. This is serious.He replied. Haha! What is serious in this? C’mon now, tell me. Who is the first and who is the second friend? I know you are the third. Samuel wished he hadn’t asked him for the reply was terrible. It blew off his sleep.
Karl is the first, I am the second and you are the third guy. As Samuel began reading this reply he came under the impression that he was the second and Harry was the third. I am involved! Okay, now I am taking in the seriousness of the matter. I am DAMN serious. Tell me more. Samuel wrote. Yes Harry replied. Samuel recollected the day when Karl had come to his house. He realised that Karl had spoken ill of Harry and he had agreed to him believing in him. Karl had said to him “I don’t like Harry. Firstly, he asks if he can help us with our projects and then when we go to him, he begins troubling us even more.” “But he tried to help you. Maybe, this disc is damaged,” Samuel replied. “Then he should not boast about his printer. He thinks that he is the only one in the world who can help us out. Let me call him,” he said scornfully. After making the call he said to me, “Damn it! Harry has deleted my project from his computer. What kind of a guy is he? He could at least have stored my project as a backup.”
And I had not told about this conversation to Harry but he says that the second one tells the third person about it later. This means that I am not the second person. Someone else is! Samuel reread the question and realised that he was the third one. Holy Shit! That implied that Karl had spoken against him to Harry and Harry had agreed to it for once but later he told him about it. But till now he has not told me about it. All the haze got denser when Samuel read Harry’s next message-
I am yet to tell you the secret. Call me now.
I called him as quickly as was possible. He said, “Karl was saying very ugly things about you. It seemed as if you two were enemies. He was mocking you as if you didn’t have any dignity.” he could not take it in. Karl was one of his best pals! “Is it true?” Samuel doubted it. “It is really true and that is why I have a plan,” he said. “Tell me about it,” Samuel said hopeful. “No, not now. Later. I need to have my supper now. Call me after fifteen minutes,” he said and hung up in a hurry.
For the next fifteen minutes, Samuel pondered over what Harry had just told him. Karl spoke ill of me! This could not be true. But Harry never lies. This is too serious to be a joke. It is reality.I wondered what Karl could have said about me that troubled Harry so much. Then Samuel called Harry.
“Harry, what did Karl say to you about me?” Samuel asked when he picked up. “All that should wait, first, listen to the plan. Tomorrow, you call Karl at your home by twelve noon. I will be coming by eleven. We will delete his project from your computer but we will keep a backup in the internet. You tell him that Harry deleted the project and the rest is for me to handle. Make him do the project by himself and then only will he realise how tedious it is to make a project. After he makes the project, I will tell him that it is absurd of people who speak ill of a person at a time and then goes to the same person for help the next second. Then we will make a note of his reaction and act accordingly. You don’t have much to do in it. But just say that I have deleted the project. Now I need to hang up. I am typing an important document. Bye,” he said. “Bye,” Samuel said but he had already hung up.
That night Sam pondered over the plan which Harry had told him. He noticed a flaw in the plan. Saying that Harry had deleted the project would make unnecessary fuss. Instead of that, he could give an excuse. For example, he could tell that the project was not nicely made and so he had deleted the project. He had thousands of excuses but accusing Harry of it would cause superfluous commotion. Sam expunged all these thoughts from his mind because he wanted to have a good sleep.
Early in the morning, Samuel got up because he had planned to play cricket in the field. On the way, Karl- who also played with them- came up to him and said “Why did you do my project when your four projects were left? You should have completed you projects first.” “It is okay,” I replied surprised. “Okay, then, thanks. I will come at twelve to take my project,” he added. “Okay,” I replied. “But… the project is not so good. I think I should delete it,” I said when I remembered the plan. “No, don’t do that. I will take the worst project of the world. But I urgently need a project. Any project will do!” he retorted.
*
“And this is why I cannot delete his project,” Sam said to Harry after he explained to him what had happened in the morning. “It is okay. We will not carry out the plan. Marx has advised me against it,” he said. Sam didn’t like the way all of it was ending. He wanted something crispier. At twelve sharp, Karl, Harry and Adam came to his home. Sam showed Karl the project who liked it immensely. He went away to get a blank disc. This is my opportunity. Marx was right but Karl has to be taught a lesson. He can’t be left so easily Harry mused. He cut the file from its original place on the desktop and stored it deep inside the Age of empires folder. It was very tough to reach the file by manual searching. Though there were thousands of other ways to open it, Harry was sure that Karl would accept his challenge. The file could simply be opened from Word. It was contained in the recent documents. There was also the search tool. But Harry didn’t mind. He just needed an excuse to say his dialogue.
“Karl is back,” I whispered to him. Karl strode into the room and inserted the disc. “If you can, find your project without any help from the computer. Use manual searching. This is a challenge,” Harry said. Karl looked bewildered. The computer contained so much of data that it would take hours to find the file without help. Karl began his search with the local disc. Suddenly, his cellphone beeped. Harry said quickly, “You have only ten minutes. If you don’t find it, I will not let you take that project and you will have to create your own.” Sam gave a sharp look at Harry but he was persistent. Karl received the call outside the room.
He returned in a few minutes. “Only five minutes to go,” Harry said. Karl sat down and began opening all folders to the extremity. He was very close for the games folder was there in the same disc. He opened the folder named ‘Age of Empires’ and began searching all the folders. Harry looked at Samuel and prayed to heaven. But it happened. Karl opened the folder. But because he was flipping through the folders very quickly, he missed it and went on to the other folder. Harry sighed. Unfortunately, Karl caught the signal and reopened the same folder and opened his project. Karl smiled.
Abruptly, Harry realised something and said aloud, “Hey, this is cheating! Adam, you messaged him the location.” Karl replied curtly, “This is not cheating. It is called using your senses,” he was very happy. Karl put the project into the disc which was not re-writable. After that, Harry and Samuel went out to play table tennis while Karl edited his project. When Harry and sam returned, Karl said “Oh no! I have already stored my project in the disc. Still I am editing it! This is foolishness.” Harry strode forward, snatched the mouse and cut the edited project from the computer and over-wrote it on the disc. “Hey, what did you do?” asked Karl. “Don’t worry, it will work,” he replied. Sam didn’t like it. This was insane. Harry said to him, “I am going now, Sam. I have work pending.” “Wait, you have started this foolishness. You won’t go away without amending the faults,” Sam replied. Harry stayed a little longer.
Then, something occurred which knocked all of them for a six. The over-written disc started working. Harry began pretending that he had been hoping this to happen. Next, they tried to open that project which had not opened the day Karl had come to me with it. “Don’t try to open it. It is futile. That disc is damaged,” Samuel protested. But no one paid heed to his words. Most astonishingly, that disc worked too! Now, Harry was all puffed up. He gleamed at Karl. Karl was utterly perplexed. How did it work! Sam was puzzled too!
*
The same evening saw Harry dashing through the lane. He had to make another one of his projects with Sam but that was of no importance then. The important thing was that Marx was in Sam’s home. Another thing which had made him run was the call made by Sam. He had said, “Harry, come fast to my home. Marx is coming. I have terrible news.”
Harry waited for the door to be opened. It usually took five to ten minutes of patience but that day the door was opened quickly. Harry dashed up the stairs to Sam’s room. Sam motioned him to sit. Harry sat down. He was exhausted. When he regained his breath, Sam said to him, “Either you have made a terrible mistake or I have made an inexpiable blunder.” Harry ogled at him, waiting for more. Marx was sitting beside Samuel. “What has happened?” he asked. “Before I answer, I need to ask you what happened on the day Karl had come to your home. I need the exact words… no changing please,” said Sam. Harry was taken aback. He had not been expecting this. Harry did not want to tell this in front of Sam but he had no other choice left then. “Karl was telling me that Sam is a burden for him. He mockered you. He said you didn’t know how to dress. He was saying that he hated your personality and would stop friendship with you. He told me that he had already reduced the friendship to a great extent and now he would bring it to a halt forver. This is what he had said and then he began talking about other silly matters all of which concerned you. But before the matter would become worse, I pressed upon him to make the project. I can’t say any more,” Harry said.
Sam listened intenly and then gave a look of horror. “I have made a dreadful gaffe,” his lips shaped. “What have you done?” Harry observed Sam. “I told everything to Karl- from our plan to that day’s happenings. If whatever you are saying is true then I am in danger. Karl is insisting that he had not said anything annoying of me. Now, all is lost. I will not be able to tell him anything,” Sam said. “I have a solution,” said Marx.
*
Karl’s cellphone was ringing. “Yes?” It was Sam’s voice. Karl hung up. He hung up two more calls but attended the third.
“What is it?” he asked. “I have talked to Harry and everything’s fine. All is solved. Harry says sorry. He was wrong in what he did. He thought that whatever you had said would be annoying to me. But I happily accept all that. Is it okay?” Sam spoke.
Karl listened and then barely said, “Okay.” Then he hung up.
*
That night, Samuel logged into twitter and typed…
Friends are very precious. Preserve them… Even if you have to make the sacrifice.
Then he sent another tweet
Look before you leap and think before you speak…
But at last he had to type…
Have gone through vicissitudes of life. I was successful. Hurrah!
*
The sun was down by the time they reached home. Samuel and Marx were close friends. They had decided to spend some time at his home and so Samuel called Harry and Adam also to his home. They agreed. “Marx, c’mon, you play much better than this,” Samuel said. They were playing table tennis at his home. “Yes, I know it. I don’t know what is happening to me now!” he replied. “Harry and Adam will be coming soon. We will watch Identity. It is a horror movie,” Samuel said to him. “Okay,” he replied. Samuel’s cellphone began ringing. Oh no! Karl is calling me! “Hello, Karl?” “Yes, Sam!” he replied relieved to find that Samuel had answered the call. “Yes, the score is one by zero, okay?” Samuel said to Marx in the middle of the call. “Sam, I wanted to ask if-,” “Hold on. Marx, this was a wrong serve. You didn’t throw the ball into the air. Yes, what were you telling?” Samuel said trying to evade the call. “Listen to me, Sam. Did you do it for me?” Karl asked. “Uh, yes, yes I have done it. Marx, I think it was my turn to serve. I’m so sorry, Karl. Actually, I am playing t.t. so-,” Samuel said but Karl interrupted me, “Play, play it well. I will call you later,” he said and Samuel hung up. “Why were you talking so strangely?” Marx asked me. “It was Karl. One day, he had come to my home with a disc. He told me that it contained his computer project was inside it but he was not being able to open it. I tried to open it for him but it still did not. After much persuasion from his side, I agreed to make a project for him. He also asked me to print the first pages of some of his projects. I agreed to that also. After that, he went out of station and now he has returned. The problem is that I forgot to print his pages but I have made his project. That is why I was talking to him that way because actually I didn’t want to talk with him at all. I will better do his work and then talk to him,” Samuel said and Marx shook his head. I had made a mistake. I should have done it for him.
“Hello, Sam,” said Adam. “Welcome, Adam. Come, Harry, come in. We will be watching Identity which is a horror movie. But before that, I would like to show you the project I have made for Karl. This is one of my best projects,” Samuel said. “It is so nice,” said Marx after seeing the project. “Oh… is it? Thanks,” Samuel replied. After that, they saw the horror movie which was very catchy. Samuel bid them a good night as they walked away and he went back hurriedly for the Fifa match had begun.
Samuel forgot to do the pages for Karl and was busy watching the thrilling match between Argentina and Nigeria. Argentina won it. The phone rang. He picked up the receiver. “Yes?” “Sam! This is Harry! Quickly connect to orkut. I want to speak to you urgently. This is very urgent,” he said. “Okay,” Samuel said yawning. He was in no mood for jokes and he was quite sure that Harry was playing a joke. He logged into orkut and started a chat with Harry. What have you got to tell me? He asked him. His reply came- If there is a friend of yours who is very nice in front of you. But he speaks ill of you to another friend of yours who, considering the circumstances, just nods in approval, but afterwards breaks all of it to you. Which friend would be the better one for you? Samuel was in no mood for all this bullshit and so he replied- don’t ask such obvious questions. The first friend is bad.You are asking questions like- Who is better, the Divine or the Satan? Moreover, there is no fourth person in this story which is a very short one and one which I don’t like so please don’t you eat my head. I am not in a serious mood. Cool down, man. You have heard what you wanted to hear from me. Now, are you happy?
I just didn’t want to hear it from you. This is serious.He replied. Haha! What is serious in this? C’mon now, tell me. Who is the first and who is the second friend? I know you are the third. Samuel wished he hadn’t asked him for the reply was terrible. It blew off his sleep.
Karl is the first, I am the second and you are the third guy. As Samuel began reading this reply he came under the impression that he was the second and Harry was the third. I am involved! Okay, now I am taking in the seriousness of the matter. I am DAMN serious. Tell me more. Samuel wrote. Yes Harry replied. Samuel recollected the day when Karl had come to his house. He realised that Karl had spoken ill of Harry and he had agreed to him believing in him. Karl had said to him “I don’t like Harry. Firstly, he asks if he can help us with our projects and then when we go to him, he begins troubling us even more.” “But he tried to help you. Maybe, this disc is damaged,” Samuel replied. “Then he should not boast about his printer. He thinks that he is the only one in the world who can help us out. Let me call him,” he said scornfully. After making the call he said to me, “Damn it! Harry has deleted my project from his computer. What kind of a guy is he? He could at least have stored my project as a backup.”
And I had not told about this conversation to Harry but he says that the second one tells the third person about it later. This means that I am not the second person. Someone else is! Samuel reread the question and realised that he was the third one. Holy Shit! That implied that Karl had spoken against him to Harry and Harry had agreed to it for once but later he told him about it. But till now he has not told me about it. All the haze got denser when Samuel read Harry’s next message-
I am yet to tell you the secret. Call me now.
I called him as quickly as was possible. He said, “Karl was saying very ugly things about you. It seemed as if you two were enemies. He was mocking you as if you didn’t have any dignity.” he could not take it in. Karl was one of his best pals! “Is it true?” Samuel doubted it. “It is really true and that is why I have a plan,” he said. “Tell me about it,” Samuel said hopeful. “No, not now. Later. I need to have my supper now. Call me after fifteen minutes,” he said and hung up in a hurry.
For the next fifteen minutes, Samuel pondered over what Harry had just told him. Karl spoke ill of me! This could not be true. But Harry never lies. This is too serious to be a joke. It is reality.I wondered what Karl could have said about me that troubled Harry so much. Then Samuel called Harry.
“Harry, what did Karl say to you about me?” Samuel asked when he picked up. “All that should wait, first, listen to the plan. Tomorrow, you call Karl at your home by twelve noon. I will be coming by eleven. We will delete his project from your computer but we will keep a backup in the internet. You tell him that Harry deleted the project and the rest is for me to handle. Make him do the project by himself and then only will he realise how tedious it is to make a project. After he makes the project, I will tell him that it is absurd of people who speak ill of a person at a time and then goes to the same person for help the next second. Then we will make a note of his reaction and act accordingly. You don’t have much to do in it. But just say that I have deleted the project. Now I need to hang up. I am typing an important document. Bye,” he said. “Bye,” Samuel said but he had already hung up.
That night Sam pondered over the plan which Harry had told him. He noticed a flaw in the plan. Saying that Harry had deleted the project would make unnecessary fuss. Instead of that, he could give an excuse. For example, he could tell that the project was not nicely made and so he had deleted the project. He had thousands of excuses but accusing Harry of it would cause superfluous commotion. Sam expunged all these thoughts from his mind because he wanted to have a good sleep.
Early in the morning, Samuel got up because he had planned to play cricket in the field. On the way, Karl- who also played with them- came up to him and said “Why did you do my project when your four projects were left? You should have completed you projects first.” “It is okay,” I replied surprised. “Okay, then, thanks. I will come at twelve to take my project,” he added. “Okay,” I replied. “But… the project is not so good. I think I should delete it,” I said when I remembered the plan. “No, don’t do that. I will take the worst project of the world. But I urgently need a project. Any project will do!” he retorted.
*
“And this is why I cannot delete his project,” Sam said to Harry after he explained to him what had happened in the morning. “It is okay. We will not carry out the plan. Marx has advised me against it,” he said. Sam didn’t like the way all of it was ending. He wanted something crispier. At twelve sharp, Karl, Harry and Adam came to his home. Sam showed Karl the project who liked it immensely. He went away to get a blank disc. This is my opportunity. Marx was right but Karl has to be taught a lesson. He can’t be left so easily Harry mused. He cut the file from its original place on the desktop and stored it deep inside the Age of empires folder. It was very tough to reach the file by manual searching. Though there were thousands of other ways to open it, Harry was sure that Karl would accept his challenge. The file could simply be opened from Word. It was contained in the recent documents. There was also the search tool. But Harry didn’t mind. He just needed an excuse to say his dialogue.
“Karl is back,” I whispered to him. Karl strode into the room and inserted the disc. “If you can, find your project without any help from the computer. Use manual searching. This is a challenge,” Harry said. Karl looked bewildered. The computer contained so much of data that it would take hours to find the file without help. Karl began his search with the local disc. Suddenly, his cellphone beeped. Harry said quickly, “You have only ten minutes. If you don’t find it, I will not let you take that project and you will have to create your own.” Sam gave a sharp look at Harry but he was persistent. Karl received the call outside the room.
He returned in a few minutes. “Only five minutes to go,” Harry said. Karl sat down and began opening all folders to the extremity. He was very close for the games folder was there in the same disc. He opened the folder named ‘Age of Empires’ and began searching all the folders. Harry looked at Samuel and prayed to heaven. But it happened. Karl opened the folder. But because he was flipping through the folders very quickly, he missed it and went on to the other folder. Harry sighed. Unfortunately, Karl caught the signal and reopened the same folder and opened his project. Karl smiled.
Abruptly, Harry realised something and said aloud, “Hey, this is cheating! Adam, you messaged him the location.” Karl replied curtly, “This is not cheating. It is called using your senses,” he was very happy. Karl put the project into the disc which was not re-writable. After that, Harry and Samuel went out to play table tennis while Karl edited his project. When Harry and sam returned, Karl said “Oh no! I have already stored my project in the disc. Still I am editing it! This is foolishness.” Harry strode forward, snatched the mouse and cut the edited project from the computer and over-wrote it on the disc. “Hey, what did you do?” asked Karl. “Don’t worry, it will work,” he replied. Sam didn’t like it. This was insane. Harry said to him, “I am going now, Sam. I have work pending.” “Wait, you have started this foolishness. You won’t go away without amending the faults,” Sam replied. Harry stayed a little longer.
Then, something occurred which knocked all of them for a six. The over-written disc started working. Harry began pretending that he had been hoping this to happen. Next, they tried to open that project which had not opened the day Karl had come to me with it. “Don’t try to open it. It is futile. That disc is damaged,” Samuel protested. But no one paid heed to his words. Most astonishingly, that disc worked too! Now, Harry was all puffed up. He gleamed at Karl. Karl was utterly perplexed. How did it work! Sam was puzzled too!
*
The same evening saw Harry dashing through the lane. He had to make another one of his projects with Sam but that was of no importance then. The important thing was that Marx was in Sam’s home. Another thing which had made him run was the call made by Sam. He had said, “Harry, come fast to my home. Marx is coming. I have terrible news.”
Harry waited for the door to be opened. It usually took five to ten minutes of patience but that day the door was opened quickly. Harry dashed up the stairs to Sam’s room. Sam motioned him to sit. Harry sat down. He was exhausted. When he regained his breath, Sam said to him, “Either you have made a terrible mistake or I have made an inexpiable blunder.” Harry ogled at him, waiting for more. Marx was sitting beside Samuel. “What has happened?” he asked. “Before I answer, I need to ask you what happened on the day Karl had come to your home. I need the exact words… no changing please,” said Sam. Harry was taken aback. He had not been expecting this. Harry did not want to tell this in front of Sam but he had no other choice left then. “Karl was telling me that Sam is a burden for him. He mockered you. He said you didn’t know how to dress. He was saying that he hated your personality and would stop friendship with you. He told me that he had already reduced the friendship to a great extent and now he would bring it to a halt forver. This is what he had said and then he began talking about other silly matters all of which concerned you. But before the matter would become worse, I pressed upon him to make the project. I can’t say any more,” Harry said.
Sam listened intenly and then gave a look of horror. “I have made a dreadful gaffe,” his lips shaped. “What have you done?” Harry observed Sam. “I told everything to Karl- from our plan to that day’s happenings. If whatever you are saying is true then I am in danger. Karl is insisting that he had not said anything annoying of me. Now, all is lost. I will not be able to tell him anything,” Sam said. “I have a solution,” said Marx.
*
Karl’s cellphone was ringing. “Yes?” It was Sam’s voice. Karl hung up. He hung up two more calls but attended the third.
“What is it?” he asked. “I have talked to Harry and everything’s fine. All is solved. Harry says sorry. He was wrong in what he did. He thought that whatever you had said would be annoying to me. But I happily accept all that. Is it okay?” Sam spoke.
Karl listened and then barely said, “Okay.” Then he hung up.
*
That night, Samuel logged into twitter and typed…
Friends are very precious. Preserve them… Even if you have to make the sacrifice.
Then he sent another tweet
Look before you leap and think before you speak…
But at last he had to type…
Have gone through vicissitudes of life. I was successful. Hurrah!
SELF DETERMINATION = SELF MOTIVATION
Bernard Malamund says ‘there comes a time in a man’s life when to get where he has to go—if, there are no doors or windows—he walks through a wall’. These are small words but expressed in a great motivating sense. The main motivation behind this is to be always determined in your work as the best way out is always through Determination. To illustrate what is mentioned above here is a small story which I am sure will motivate you and your thoughts to be always determined.
This is a story about a little boy Robert who proved that determination is the key to open the lock of difficulties. His little country schoolhouse was heated by an old fashioned, pot-bellied coal-stove. It was his responsibility to come early to school each day so that he could use kerosene to start a fire before his classmates and teachers arrived. He did it willingly because he loved his teachers very much and thus his enamour for them made him concerned towards them. He would himself come early and do his duty, in the, freezing cold so that his teachers would be comfortable. He was highly respected and loved by everyone, including his teachers. But as it is said, ’Where happiness comes, sorrow lies beside it’. As fortune had it, one day, someone mistakenly filled the kerosene container with gasoline, and disaster struck next. The class and the teachers arrived, alarmed to see the schoolhouse on fire. Even worse, they were terrified on hearing that Robert was inside. They rushed in and somehow managed to bring the semi-conscious, half-dead boy out of the flaming building. He had major burns on many parts of the body and was immediately taken to the hospital.
‘What has happened to my son?’ ‘How is he?’ ‘Why are you not replying anything?’ were the cries of the boy’s mother. She was moaning in agony as if the pain suffered by the child was her own. Such is the love of a mother, selfless devotion towards her child. All his teachers were there and could understand her feelings. After all they were parents themselves. They were trying to console her but it seemed as if nothing could stop her from crying that day. Finally the doctor came out. ‘How is my son, sir?’ she inquired her voice sinking slowly and her eyes growing heavier every chronon. He took her to the corner of the room as he did not want the boy to hear what he was about to tell. But, they were unaware of the fact that the boy was listening to them. From the bed, the dreadfully burned semi-conscious child heard the doctor say ’I am sorry to tell this but I think that your son will die. And it will be better for him as his body has been badly devastated by the fire. It will be better for him to die peacefully than to die tormentingly…’ But the boy didn’t want to die. He had made up his mind that he would survive. And somehow, amazingly, to the amazement of the doctor, the boy, Robert survived.
Yet when the mortal danger had passed, the doctor decided to tell the truth to his mother. He heard them speak in the shadows of his curtain. The doctor told the boy’s mother that since the fire had destroyed or rather eaten up the flesh in the lower part of his body to such a great extent that that he would now have to spend his life as a cripple with no use of the lower limbs. Still, his mother refused to amputate. He was given complete bed rest. A great lover of books, his mother bought him many to read. As he was reading the books, he came across an extremely inspirational and motivating story titled ‘Our most loyal companion, our soul’.
“There was once a rich merchant who had three sons. He loved all of them a lot. He always gave his youngest son the best. Whatever the son desired, the father gave it to him without any second thought. He always boasted about his elder son, and considered him the most capable son he had. However he always feared that his son might leave him. Although, the eldest son loved his father deeply and was extremely faithful towards him, yet the father never noticed it. Many years later, when the father was on his deathbed, he called all his sons. ‘I have always loved you and given you whatever you heart craved for. ‘ ‘Will you accompany me on my journey to heaven’, said the father to his youngest son. ’No way father. How could you even think of it.’ he said and walked off without a second look. The answer cut through like a sharp knife in the man’s heart. The merchant asked his elder son, ’I have loved all my life’ ‘ Will you accompany me to heaven’. ‘Are you out of your mind, dad.’ ‘I am so happy here, why should I accompany you?’ . The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated. Then a voice called out ‘I will always be with you father and will accompany you wherever you go’. The father looked up and saw it was his eldest son. He felt grieved and said to himself,’ I should have taken good care of you’ and breathed his last. To tell the truth, the three sons symbolize the three phases of our lives. The youngest son is our body. No matter how much we waste our time in adorning it, it will leave us when we die. The elder son is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go away. The eldest son is our soul, often neglected in pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure. But it is the only thing that is always with us.
On reading this story, Robert was greatly moved. This story made him believe that he could do anything that he wished. He heard a cry from within ringing his minds, ‘You can do it Robert. Don’t be weak at heart. Believe in yourself and in whatever you do’. Robert was greatly moved. He now felt an urge in him to do something coz he knew that someone was with him. Now he was completely self-determined that he would not spend his life as a cripple. He will not be taunted by the world. He will walk, he will run, he will spend his life as every other human being spends. But unfortunately from the waist-down, Robert had no motor ability. His thin, scarred legs just dangled there, all but lifeless. Ultimately, after many days of rest, he was discharged.
His parents were very happy to have him back at home, safe and sound. Daily his father and mother would massage his legs. They even hired a therapist for they believed that their son would soon recover from this misery. Robert’s affectionate classmates and teachers would daily come to visit him. Ultimately after several days of turmoil, patience and belief Robert started showing some signs of improvement. Gradually, he was able to stand, but, still he was unable to walk. When Robert wasn’t in bed, he was confined to a wheelchair. His mother used to take him to the park daily to get some fresh air. His mother also took him to his school, sometimes, to meet his fellow classmates and his teachers. Gradually, he began attending school as well. Things were going on smoothly for Robert until that fateful day which changed his life. As a regular routine, his mother had taken him to the park. He suddenly felt a strong urge to walk. In this attempt, he threw himself from the wheelchair and dragged himself along the fence. Then he stood up on his feet, and made his first attempt to walk. In the attempt, he fell down but, he did not lose hope. He was determined to walk and the determination could be read in his eyes itself. He had resolved that he would anyhow develop life in those legs. Ultimately through his iron-persistence and resolute determination, he did develop the courage, the ability, to walk. Though, in the beginning, he would walk haltingly, but later on with the help and support of his parents, he was finally able to walk. Miracles continued to govern him and miraculously he was able to run. His mother shed the first tears of happiness after the dreadful incident that had happened with him ‘That’ day.
Now nothing could stop Robert from running. He began to run everywhere, to the school, to the park and wherever he went. Nobody saw him walking, they always found him running and why wouldn’t he? After eight months of turmoil, pain and labour he was seeing this day, the day that he always longed for. Everyone was happy for him his parents, his teachers, his friends, especially his parents. They had always seen Robert cheerful and gay and longed for his smile to come back to his mouth. They could see it today and truly felt blessed. What more does one’s parents need than to see their child standing on his feet, once again. Though Robert was unable to run at a great speed, yet it did not concern him much. He just wanted to walk and he had succeeded in his desire by his will-power, his determination…
Robert was now on his road to manhood. Many of us would want to get a good job but Robert thought differently. He wanted to do something for those suffering, what he has already witnessed and has overcome. Thus Robert went to many countries motivating those who were suffering what he has suffered. His main aim was to tell the crippled that they are of great worth to us. They can do a lot to serve the society, the nation and the entire world, at large. Wherever he went, he won the hearts of millions. He received many national and international
Awards for his social works. More than that, he received world acclaim and became a motivator for millions who were touched by his works. After his death, the hospital in which he was given treatment paid homage to this great soul by erecting his statue in the hospital. The main purpose behind this was to motivate the people by just telling them they can change their fate by just being determined enough to do so.
This is a small story but it has a very deep and ever-lasting meaning. We have clearly seen that self-determination is equal to self-motivation. We can motivated by anyone, ourselves or even by others only if we are determined to be motivated. You can never be motivated if you are not determined to follow that motivation. As Barbara Castle quotes “I will fight for what I believe in until I drop dead. And that’s what keeps me alive”. The spirit of standing for what you have determined to do makes it even more rigid. We must always stand for what is right and always support righteousness. There is always a difference between what you can do and what you will do. And what you will do is your ‘SELF-DETERMINATION’. This is what sums up the whole thing and gives us the moral of the story.
This is a story about a little boy Robert who proved that determination is the key to open the lock of difficulties. His little country schoolhouse was heated by an old fashioned, pot-bellied coal-stove. It was his responsibility to come early to school each day so that he could use kerosene to start a fire before his classmates and teachers arrived. He did it willingly because he loved his teachers very much and thus his enamour for them made him concerned towards them. He would himself come early and do his duty, in the, freezing cold so that his teachers would be comfortable. He was highly respected and loved by everyone, including his teachers. But as it is said, ’Where happiness comes, sorrow lies beside it’. As fortune had it, one day, someone mistakenly filled the kerosene container with gasoline, and disaster struck next. The class and the teachers arrived, alarmed to see the schoolhouse on fire. Even worse, they were terrified on hearing that Robert was inside. They rushed in and somehow managed to bring the semi-conscious, half-dead boy out of the flaming building. He had major burns on many parts of the body and was immediately taken to the hospital.
‘What has happened to my son?’ ‘How is he?’ ‘Why are you not replying anything?’ were the cries of the boy’s mother. She was moaning in agony as if the pain suffered by the child was her own. Such is the love of a mother, selfless devotion towards her child. All his teachers were there and could understand her feelings. After all they were parents themselves. They were trying to console her but it seemed as if nothing could stop her from crying that day. Finally the doctor came out. ‘How is my son, sir?’ she inquired her voice sinking slowly and her eyes growing heavier every chronon. He took her to the corner of the room as he did not want the boy to hear what he was about to tell. But, they were unaware of the fact that the boy was listening to them. From the bed, the dreadfully burned semi-conscious child heard the doctor say ’I am sorry to tell this but I think that your son will die. And it will be better for him as his body has been badly devastated by the fire. It will be better for him to die peacefully than to die tormentingly…’ But the boy didn’t want to die. He had made up his mind that he would survive. And somehow, amazingly, to the amazement of the doctor, the boy, Robert survived.
Yet when the mortal danger had passed, the doctor decided to tell the truth to his mother. He heard them speak in the shadows of his curtain. The doctor told the boy’s mother that since the fire had destroyed or rather eaten up the flesh in the lower part of his body to such a great extent that that he would now have to spend his life as a cripple with no use of the lower limbs. Still, his mother refused to amputate. He was given complete bed rest. A great lover of books, his mother bought him many to read. As he was reading the books, he came across an extremely inspirational and motivating story titled ‘Our most loyal companion, our soul’.
“There was once a rich merchant who had three sons. He loved all of them a lot. He always gave his youngest son the best. Whatever the son desired, the father gave it to him without any second thought. He always boasted about his elder son, and considered him the most capable son he had. However he always feared that his son might leave him. Although, the eldest son loved his father deeply and was extremely faithful towards him, yet the father never noticed it. Many years later, when the father was on his deathbed, he called all his sons. ‘I have always loved you and given you whatever you heart craved for. ‘ ‘Will you accompany me on my journey to heaven’, said the father to his youngest son. ’No way father. How could you even think of it.’ he said and walked off without a second look. The answer cut through like a sharp knife in the man’s heart. The merchant asked his elder son, ’I have loved all my life’ ‘ Will you accompany me to heaven’. ‘Are you out of your mind, dad.’ ‘I am so happy here, why should I accompany you?’ . The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated. Then a voice called out ‘I will always be with you father and will accompany you wherever you go’. The father looked up and saw it was his eldest son. He felt grieved and said to himself,’ I should have taken good care of you’ and breathed his last. To tell the truth, the three sons symbolize the three phases of our lives. The youngest son is our body. No matter how much we waste our time in adorning it, it will leave us when we die. The elder son is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go away. The eldest son is our soul, often neglected in pursuit of material, wealth and sensual pleasure. But it is the only thing that is always with us.
On reading this story, Robert was greatly moved. This story made him believe that he could do anything that he wished. He heard a cry from within ringing his minds, ‘You can do it Robert. Don’t be weak at heart. Believe in yourself and in whatever you do’. Robert was greatly moved. He now felt an urge in him to do something coz he knew that someone was with him. Now he was completely self-determined that he would not spend his life as a cripple. He will not be taunted by the world. He will walk, he will run, he will spend his life as every other human being spends. But unfortunately from the waist-down, Robert had no motor ability. His thin, scarred legs just dangled there, all but lifeless. Ultimately, after many days of rest, he was discharged.
His parents were very happy to have him back at home, safe and sound. Daily his father and mother would massage his legs. They even hired a therapist for they believed that their son would soon recover from this misery. Robert’s affectionate classmates and teachers would daily come to visit him. Ultimately after several days of turmoil, patience and belief Robert started showing some signs of improvement. Gradually, he was able to stand, but, still he was unable to walk. When Robert wasn’t in bed, he was confined to a wheelchair. His mother used to take him to the park daily to get some fresh air. His mother also took him to his school, sometimes, to meet his fellow classmates and his teachers. Gradually, he began attending school as well. Things were going on smoothly for Robert until that fateful day which changed his life. As a regular routine, his mother had taken him to the park. He suddenly felt a strong urge to walk. In this attempt, he threw himself from the wheelchair and dragged himself along the fence. Then he stood up on his feet, and made his first attempt to walk. In the attempt, he fell down but, he did not lose hope. He was determined to walk and the determination could be read in his eyes itself. He had resolved that he would anyhow develop life in those legs. Ultimately through his iron-persistence and resolute determination, he did develop the courage, the ability, to walk. Though, in the beginning, he would walk haltingly, but later on with the help and support of his parents, he was finally able to walk. Miracles continued to govern him and miraculously he was able to run. His mother shed the first tears of happiness after the dreadful incident that had happened with him ‘That’ day.
Now nothing could stop Robert from running. He began to run everywhere, to the school, to the park and wherever he went. Nobody saw him walking, they always found him running and why wouldn’t he? After eight months of turmoil, pain and labour he was seeing this day, the day that he always longed for. Everyone was happy for him his parents, his teachers, his friends, especially his parents. They had always seen Robert cheerful and gay and longed for his smile to come back to his mouth. They could see it today and truly felt blessed. What more does one’s parents need than to see their child standing on his feet, once again. Though Robert was unable to run at a great speed, yet it did not concern him much. He just wanted to walk and he had succeeded in his desire by his will-power, his determination…
Robert was now on his road to manhood. Many of us would want to get a good job but Robert thought differently. He wanted to do something for those suffering, what he has already witnessed and has overcome. Thus Robert went to many countries motivating those who were suffering what he has suffered. His main aim was to tell the crippled that they are of great worth to us. They can do a lot to serve the society, the nation and the entire world, at large. Wherever he went, he won the hearts of millions. He received many national and international
Awards for his social works. More than that, he received world acclaim and became a motivator for millions who were touched by his works. After his death, the hospital in which he was given treatment paid homage to this great soul by erecting his statue in the hospital. The main purpose behind this was to motivate the people by just telling them they can change their fate by just being determined enough to do so.
This is a small story but it has a very deep and ever-lasting meaning. We have clearly seen that self-determination is equal to self-motivation. We can motivated by anyone, ourselves or even by others only if we are determined to be motivated. You can never be motivated if you are not determined to follow that motivation. As Barbara Castle quotes “I will fight for what I believe in until I drop dead. And that’s what keeps me alive”. The spirit of standing for what you have determined to do makes it even more rigid. We must always stand for what is right and always support righteousness. There is always a difference between what you can do and what you will do. And what you will do is your ‘SELF-DETERMINATION’. This is what sums up the whole thing and gives us the moral of the story.
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