Motivational short story

Motivational short story

*उन चारों को होटल में बैठा देख, अभय हड़बड़ा गया.*

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*लगभग 25 सालों बाद वे फिर उसके सामने थे.*

 *शायद अब वो बहुत बड़े और संपन्न आदमी हो गये थे.*

 * अभय को अपने स्कूल के दोस्तों का खाने का आर्डर लेकर परोसते समय बड़ा अटपटा लग रहा था.*

 *उनमे से दो मोबाईल फोन पर व्यस्त थे और दो लैपटाप पर.*

 *अभय पढ़ाई पुरी नही कर पाया था. उन्होंने उसे पहचानने का प्रयास भी नही किया.*

  *वे खाना खा कर बिल चुका कर चले गये.* 

 *अभय को लगा उन चारों ने शायद उसे पहचाना नहीं या उसकी गरीबी देखकर जानबूझ कर कोशिश नहीं की.*

  *उसने एक गहरी लंबी सांस ली और टेबल साफ करने लगा.*

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*टिश्यु पेपर उठाकर कचरे मे डलने ही वाला था,* 

*शायद उन्होने उस पे कुछ* *जोड़-घटाया था.* 

*अचानक उसकी नजर उस पर लिखे हुये शब्दों पर पड़ी.*  

*लिखा था - अबे साले तू हमे खाना खिला रहा था तो तुझे क्या लगा तुझे हम पहचानें नहीं?*

*अबे 25 साल क्या अगले जनम बाद भी मिलता तो तुझे पहचान लेते.*

 *तुझे टिप देने की हिम्मत हममे नही थी.*

*हमने पास ही फैक्ट्री के लिये जगह खरीदी है.*

 *औरअब हमारा इधर आन-जाना तो लगा ही रहेगा.*

*आज तेरा इस होटल का आखरी दिन है.*

  *हमारे फैक्ट्री की कैंटीन कौन चलाएगा बे* 

*तू चलायेगा ना?*

*तुझसे अच्छा पार्टनर और कहां मिलेगा??? याद हैं न स्कुल के दिनों हम पांचो एक दुसरे का टिफिन खा जाते थे.  आज के बाद रोटी भी मिल बाँट कर साथ-साथ खाएंगे.*

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*अभय की आंखें भर आई* 

*उसने डबडबाई आँखों से आकाश की तरफ देखा और उस पेपर को होंठो से लगाकर करीने से दिल के पास वाली जेब मे रख लिया.*

*सच्चे दोस्त वही तो होते है*

*जो दोस्त की कमजोरी नही सिर्फ दोस्त देख कर ही खुश हो जाते है..*

*हमेशा अपने अच्छे दोस्त की कद्र करे*                                       

ENGLISH VERSION

* Seeing all four of them sitting in the hotel, Abhay got flustered.*

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After about 25 years, he was again in front of him.*

 * Maybe now he had become a very big and rich man.

 * Abhay was feeling awkward while serving food orders from his school friends.*

 *Two of them were busy on mobile phone and two on laptop.*

 * Abhay could not complete his studies. They didn't even try to recognize him.

  * They left after having food and paid the bill.*

 * Abhay felt that the four of them might not have recognized him or did not try deliberately after seeing his poverty.*

  He took a deep breath and started cleaning the table.

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*was about to pick up the tissue paper and throw it in the garbage,*

* Maybe they did something on that * * had added and subtracted.*

*Suddenly his eyes fell on the words written on him.*

*Wrote - Now brother-in-law, you were feeding us food, so what did you think we did not recognize you?*

* If you had got 25 years after the next birth, would you have recognized you.*

 * We did not have the courage to give you a tip.*

*We have bought a place for the factory nearby.*

 * And now we will continue to go here and there.*

*Today is your last day of this hotel.*

  *Who will run the canteen of our factory?

*Will you drive?*

* Where else can you find a better partner than you??? Do you remember during school days we used to eat each other's tiffin. After today we will share bread and eat it together.

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* Abhay's eyes filled with *

* He looked at the sky with tearful eyes and put that paper on his lips and kept it neatly in the pocket near the heart.*

*True friends are those only*

* Those who are happy only by seeing friends, not weakness of friends..*

* always respect your good friend * 

Sikkim Woman Inspires : From Rags to Riches With Hardwork

It’s only a woman whose presence makes a house, a HOME’, this quote is very much brought to life by Mrs. Menuka Dangal of Sajong, Central Pendam in East Sikkim no more than 11kms from the nearest town Rangpo.
The success story behind this woman would give inspiration to many that though life is a struggle but those who fight with it rather than giving up always come out successful.
The story dates back eight years ago when Mrs. Menuka’s husband had been sent to rehab centre due to illness and she was chased out of home as she was from a different caste.
It was not a new case for a country like India where caste system had such strong roots that could make a woman houseless and helpless. Having a small child on her lap, it was not an easy task for her to stand back but she stood strong towards life and decided to start her own business to earn a living.
Initially she worked at else’s farm and gradually bought a cow from her savings there. She started selling milk at the nearest town Rangpo and gradually expanded her business. She also learnt driving and bought a van to facilitate her commutation and also serve as extra income as she would carry passengers along the route.
Presently she earns ₹ 30, 000 (Thirty Thousand Rupee) from a small farm where she grows vegetables, two cows for fulfilling the milk needs and a van to serve for the extra income. She dreamt of sending her son to a private school which has been a reality due to her great efforts.
Having a good home to live in along with her husband helping her in her tasks, she thinks to further expand her business.
It is a great inspiration of a woman fighting against all the odds of the society to define the importance of a woman in the community.

A Story of a Girl

Story of a girl - "I Married a Stranger.."

I was on the bed, feeling terrified. I opened my diary and wrote, 'I married a stranger' and quickly hid it under the bed. My whole body was shaking.
"What do I do?" I questioned myself.

"Do I act like a virgin?"

"But what if he finds out? Do I tell him to wait for it for a few days? But what if it makes him angry?"
The front door opened and my heart jumped in my neck. I was breathing heavily. The sound of his footsteps gave me goosebumps. I looked down and pretended to be calm. I saw him stopping at the door though I wasn't looking at him.

"Ghauri", he said with ever-so-calm voice. I dared not to look at him.

"Ghauri, I am going to sleep in another room", he said.

'If your husband doesn't want to sleep with you, you have failed as a wife', echoed my mother's voice in my head. But I didn't look up. I stayed quiet.

"Don't you want to ask me why?", he said, with little humor in his voice, clearly trying to cheer me up. I looked at him for just a few seconds and looked down again.

"You are my wife", he said and paused, and then he continued, "not a prostitute."

I really didn't know what he meant as my mind wasn't working well. 'When you don't know what to say to your husband, keep your mouth shut' came back my father's voice. I obeyed him as usual.

"If we sleep together when we really don't know each other, what different you would be from a prostitute? We will sleep together someday, when both of us wants it, and that day, I'd be making love to my wife. I definitely won't be having sex with a stranger."

He turned off the light and just few seconds later, put it on and said funnily, "I am not a secret gay by the way. I promise you that."

Despite how scared I was, I giggled. He smiled, turned off the light and went to another room. I was still giggling. As I slept on the bed without removing my make-up or anything, tears rolled down from the corner of my eyes.

People say it amazes them when we shed tears while we are happy. They say, it didn't make sense, but to me, it made more sense. We felt something so strong that a part of us couldn't stay inside us, that's what I thought anyway. To me, shedding tears while being happy meant more.

I woke up and made myself ready to make breakfast. I went to the kitchen but he was there, cooking. I don't know how horrified I looked because it made him really scared. He quickly ran to me and said, "Ghauri, are you fine?" and his voice was filled with worries.

"Why are you cooking?" I said with a low voice.
He seemed lost. And finally he realized what I meant. "Ghauri, look at me. I like cooking, okay? You can cook when you like and so will I."

"Ghauri", his voice was authoritative this time, "you are not my slave. You are my wife!"

'If you let your husband step inside the kitchen, you fail as a wife." mocked my mother's voice as I came out of the kitchen.

I began to open up with him, little by little. I didn't share any of my biggest secrets with him or talked about my ex boyfriends, but I started talking with him. Once, he asked me some important suggestions about his office and my jaw dropped.
But I quickly remembered, my dad doing the same with my mom.

My mom answered and my dad got so furious, he slapped her in front of me for the first time. He looked at me and said angrily, "When your husband ask you about his works, he isn't really asking, so keep your mouth shut."

But they have been wrong ever since I came here. I started suggesting and he listened. I used to shed lots of tears at home and I did the same here too, but the feelings of why it came, was different.
I felt confidence building inside me. I could have never imagined asking him about going with my friends for trekking but I did.

I looked at him and said, "Can I go with my friends for trekking? It is only for two nights. I won't do anything stupid and will come back as soon as I can. Or you could call me if you want me here and I will come back here sooner."

My mom asked about going out with her friends fo for some religious purpose and I still remember my dad's expression. My husband made the same.
He looked at me disgusted. He was clearly angry. I felt naked in front of him for the first time but little did I know, he was going to teach me to not be shameful when I am naked.

"Ghauri", he said frustrated, "how many times have I told you that you are my wife? Why are you taking my permission like that? Like you are a prisoner? In fact, why are you asking at all? Inform me and go. Don't beg for it!", he said and walked away angrily.

My parents gave birth to me and they raised me, but I was only starting to live. My husband was teaching me how to live.

I went behind him. He was looking down the balcony. I stood behind him and looked down as well.

"I am learning, please be patient with me", I said looking down, probably opening that part of me for the first time, "My mother has given me thousand lists of what I can do to fail has a wife and my dad has given me thousand lists of when to shut up. So, I am learning".

He laughed though I wasn't joking. He said, "I apologize for laughing and for my earlier behavior. I will keep that in my mind, if you promise me to remember that you are not in your home anymore. Ghauri, let the past be in the past."
He touched my back for just one second as a comfort but it was his first touch to me after I entered his house. It was, in all honesty, special. And the more he called my name, the more it sounded special.

I started calling my friends home for dinners. We sometimes drank the wine my husband brought for us. I was living. My parents' greatest gift to me wasn't giving birth to me, their greatest gift was marrying me off to a stranger.

One night, my husband and I were drinking. He asked me what I want to become.

I barely whispered, "I want to become a writer."
The expression on his face was priceless, something I could never forget. I had never seen him so happier and I bet there were tears in his eyes. I would have never thought but he had always wanted to be a writer too.

"Got too busy. Will you do that for both of us?", he asked me with smile filled with sadness and joy.
I could only manage a nod.

That night, I cried like never before. I covered my face with pillow tightly to protect the sound. I didn't know why I was crying so hard but I wanted to scream. I saw a black shadow near my door. He was standing there, watching me.

I stood up and went to him and I kissed him. I hugged him and kissed him again. I dragged him in the bed.

"You sure it isn't the wine doing?" he asked me.
I rolled my eyes and replied, "You sure you aren't a secret gay?"

He laughed, "You are about to find out." he said and pushed me on bed and kissed me while undressing me.

It was typical of me but I had to say it, I thought I owed it to him. I stopped him and said, "Before we start, I just want you to know. I am not a virgin."
He waved his hand off and said, "I thought you were going to say that you have AIDS."

I laughed and pulled him close and kissed him.
And we did it. I had sex with him after three and half months of our marriage. Let me scratch that, I made love to my husband after three and half months of our marriage and sure enough, he was straight.

I woke up the next day and looked at him sleeping peacefully beside me. I was sure of one thing like never before.

I took out my diary and turned to the page where I wrote with a blue ink 'I married a stranger'. I picked the black pen and wrote, 'and I fell in love with him' because I really had fallen deeply in love with him. I smiled and decided to keep a promise I made to him. I was going to write, I was always sure of that but what I didn't know was what I was going to write about. Now I did. I was going to write about us.

- @ Being woman is "True Love.."

Office Boy at Microsoft office

A jobless man applied for the position of ‘office boy’ at Microsoft.

The HR manager interviewed him, then gave him a test: clean the floor. The man passed the test with flying colors.


“You are hired,” HR manager informed the applicant, “give me your e-mail address, and I’ll send you the application for employment, as well as the date you should report for work.

The man replied ” I don’t have a computer, or an email!”

“I’m sorry,” said the HR manager. “If you don’t have an email, that means you do not exist. And we cannot hire persons who do not exist.”

The man was very disappointed.

He didn’t know what to do. He only had $10 with him. Once that is spent, he won’t have any money to buy any food.

He went to the supermarket and bought a crate of tomatoes with his $10.

He went from door to door and sold the tomatoes in less than two hours. He doubled his money.

He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60. He realized that he can survive
this way. He started to go everyday earlier, and return late.

He doubled or tripled his money every day. Soon, he bought a cart, then a truck. In a very short time, he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.

Five years later, the man became one of the biggest food retailers in the U. S. He started to plan his family’s future, and decided to have a life insurance.

He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan.

At the end of the conversation, the broker asked him for his email address.

The man replied: ‘ I don’t have an email.’

The broker was dumbfounded. “You don’t have an email, and yet have succeeded in building an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?,” he exclaimed.

The man thought for a while, and replied, “an office boy at Microsoft!”

If you just lost your Job or Just failed an Interview Don’t worry be Optimistic….. Good days are on the way and something better is reserved for you.

Thomas Alba Adison

एक दिन थॉमस एल्वा एडिसन जो कि प्रायमरी स्कूल का
विद्यार्थी था,
अपने घर आया और एक कागज अपनी माताजी को दिया
और बताया:-
" मेरे शिक्षक ने इसे दिया है और कहा है कि इसे अपनी
माताजी को ही देना..!"
उक्त कागज को देखकर माँ की आँखों में आँसू आ गये और वो
जोर-जोर से रो पड़ीं,
जब एडीसन ने पूछा कि
"इसमें क्या लिखा है..?"
तो सुबकते हुए आँसू पोंछ कर बोलीं:-
इसमें लिखा है..
"आपका बच्चा जीनियस है हमारा स्कूल छोटे स्तर का है
और शिक्षक बहुत प्रशिक्षित नहीं है,
इसे आप स्वयं शिक्षा दें ।
कई वर्षों के बाद उसकी माँ का स्वर्गवास हो गया।
थॉमस एल्वा एडिसन जग प्रसिद्ध वैज्ञानिक बन गये।
उसने कई महान अविष्कार किये,
एक दिन वह अपने पारिवारिक वस्तुओं को देख रहे थे।
आलमारी के एक कोने में उसने कागज का एक टुकड़ा पाया
उत्सुकतावश उसे खोलकर देखा और पढ़ने लगा।
वो वही काग़ज़ था..
उस काग़ज़ में लिखा था-
"आपका बच्चा बौद्धिक तौर पर कमजोर है और उसे अब और
इस स्कूल में नहीं आना है।
एडिसन आवाक रह गये और घण्टों रोते रहे,
फिर अपनी डायरी में लिखा
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एक महान माँ ने
बौद्धिक तौर पर कमजोर बच्चे को सदी का महान
वैज्ञानिक बना दिया !!!!!!