Self-Evaluation - The Mantra to Success

A King once went for hunting with his soldiers. While hunting, the hunting party met with an accident in which the king lost his way in the jungle. He was in a severe condition when an old wood cutter found him lying in an unconscious state.

THE BROKEN HEART

The following story is based on a real life experience. However the names of people and places have been replaced to respect their privacy.

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In the midst of a very cold night I was lying restless on my bed changing sides and trying to sleep but somehow I couldn’t, my mind was stormed with all the incidents that had taken place the previous evening.

One Fine Sunday

 “Wake up dear its 10. How much are you going to sleep? Even kumbhakaran would have got complex if he would be alive now” mom was yelling from kitchen. It was not enough of cessation my sugar sleep that evil member of my family took charge to exasperate me by playing stupid basshunter’s song vociferously.

 “Stopover that non sense else I’ll smash your that music player you monster” I shouted at my younger brother by wrapping my head snugly by my super soft pillow. He did unerringly what he shouldn’t have done. He dragged my bed sheet and commenced exhorting “Di get up now, else I’ll have to call dad then he’ll see you better”. This was contravention of limits; he blackmailed me! I had to rouse nonetheless to retort him.

Life's a Bitch!! Part-2

Continued from Life's a Bitch Part-1

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I nodded to him but in my mind’s eye I smiled to myself – the “joke” was going to be on him! Then I waved everyone goodbye, went to the waiting hall, sat on a chair, opened my bag and took out the letter I had written to Aarti. 

During the flight I alleged about it. After trying my utmost, I just could not envisage Aarti as my wife in my new life any more. Till now I had done everything to make everybody happy. But It was my life; Time would heal wounds, abate the injury and dissipate the anger; but what if I got trapped for life with Aarti, it would be an absolute adversity.

Lost Identity

Looking out of the window observing the dense clouds from my plane I was trying to recollect all the sudden series of moments that had disturbed my solaces. Exactly three hours back I had seen the e-mail and after reading it I did two things. First I took a print-out of the mail, kept it in my pocket and deleted the mail from my mailbox. Then I called the airlines and booked my ticket on the next flight to India.

Stolen Moments

                     

Shyam, a newspaper guy checked the time, ‘oh its 8:10. I am late, I should have delivered paper to “Aalap” by now’ he engrossed in thoughts and started striding. His feet stopped as he reached commodious white bungalow. Every morning he sees it, he is implicated in peering enormity and its magnificence as well. He found it equally amazing every time.

He pulled thick thread of bell, the bell was jangling. It was real bell which is generally used in school and at temples. He still remembered how amused he was when he had heard that chime for first time. Shyam was waiting for her to open the door, meanwhile he was peering the nameplate. It was unlike others but very artistic. Name was written using musical notations… though it was tough to recognize it at glimpse, it was innovative.

The Eleven Balloons!!

I was busy reading my novel when Ritu suddenly interrupted me.

"Again you started reading your book, cant you get some time to talk to your wife, you and your books are just too much". her stern voice commanded an explanation from me.

 Ritu and I were married just few months back and were on our way to visit her maternal relatives for some ritual where in we have to visit for lunch. In first place I was tired of attending these ritual from past couple of weeks and secondly the place we were going was some where in a remote place from Chiplun. And too worsen my woes I had to travel from the state transport bus, thanks to the breakdown of my beloved car. I was already pissed with the too comfortable ride that I was taking from last 30 minutes and hence to divert my mind preferred reading my favorite novel.

Are You LONELY OR ALONE??

Ever feel like you are the only person on the planet whom no one cares about? Like you are the only one who has no friends….no one to talk to?? Do you sometimes think you’re different and you don’t fit in? if you have answered yes to even one of the above questions then I have some good news for you – you are not the only one who feels that way. Believe it or not, but the truth is that everyone in this world goes through that feeling of being alone and unloved at some point or the other in their lives.