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Story

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Last Update: 2014-10-23
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respecting elders moral story

सम्मान बड़ों नैतिक कहानी

Last Update: 2014-10-23
Subject: General
Usage Frequency: 1
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Reference: Anonymous

beauty and the beast story

सौंदर्य और जानवर कहानी

Last Update: 2014-09-26
Subject: General
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unity is strength story telling

एकता शक्ति कहानी कह रही है

Last Update: 2014-10-09
Subject: General
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Last week, an IITian committed suicide. People who commit suicide do it when they feel there’s no future. But wait, isn’t IIT the one place where a bright and shining future is a foregone conclusion? It just doesn’t add up, does it? Why would a young, hardworking, bright student who has the world ahead of him do something like this? But the answer is this-in our constant reverence for the great institution (and I do believe IITs are great), we forget the dark side. And the dark side is that the IITs are afflicted by the quintessential Indian phenomenon of academic pressure, probably the highest in the world. I can rant about the educational system and how it requires serious fixing, or I can address the immediate-try my best to prevent such suicides. For this column I have chosen the latter, and I do so with a personal story. News of a suicide always brings back one particular childhood memory. I was 14 years old when I first seriously contemplated suicide. I had done badly in chemistry in the Class X half yearly exam. I was an IIT aspirant, and 68% was nowhere near what an IIT candidate should be getting. I don’t know what had made me screw up the exam, but I did know this, I was going to kill myself. The only debate was about method. Ironically, chemistry offered a way. I had read about copper sulphate, and that it was both cheap and poisonous. Copper sulphate was available at the kirana store. I had it all worked out. My rationale for killing myself was simple-nobody loved me, my chemistry score was awful, I had no future and what difference would it make to the world if I was not there. I bought the copper sulphate for two rupees-probably the cheapest exit strategy in the world. I didn’t do it for two reasons. One, I had a casual chat with the aunty next door about copper sulphate, and my knowledgeable aunty knew about a woman who had died that way. She said it was the most painful death possible, all your veins burst and you suffer for hours. This tale made my insides shudder. Second, on the day I was to do it, I noticed a street dog outside my house being teased by the neighborhood kids as he hunted for scraps of food. Nobody loved him. It would make no difference to the world if the dog wasn’t there. And I was pretty sure that its chemistry score would be awful. Yet, the dog wasn’t trotting off to the kirana store. He was only interested in figuring out a strategy for his next meal. And when he was full, he merely curled up in a corner with one eye open, clearly content and not giving a damn about the world. If he wasn’t planning to die anytime soon what the hell was I ranting about? I threw the copper sulphate in the bin. It was the best two bucks I ever wasted. So why did I tell you this story? Because sometimes the pressure gets too much; like it did for the IITian who couldn’t take it no more. On the day he took that dreadful decision, his family and friends were shattered, and India lost a wonderful, bright child. And as the silly but true copper sulphate story tells you-it could happen to any of us or those around us. So please be on the lookout, if you see a distressed young soul, lend a supportive, non-judgmental ear. When I look back, I thank that aunt and that dog for unwittingly saving my life. If God wanted us to take our own life, he would have provided a power off button. He didn’t, so have faith and let his plan for you unfold. Because no matter how tough life gets and how much it hurts, if street dogs don’t give up, there is no reason why we, the smart species, should. Makes sense right?

Hg

Last Update: 2014-10-22
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respecting old people stories in hindi

हिन्दी में पुराने लोगों कहानियों का सम्मान

Last Update: 2014-10-22
Subject: General
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Short Essay for kids My Grandmother (free to read). My grandmother is quite an old lady. She has already crossed sixty. Her years have now bent her back a little but have not affected her activities. She is tall and thin. She is gray haired and her humble and affectionate face is full of wrinkles. Her eye-sight, however, is quite good and she can read without spectacles. She is a religious lady. But her devotion to religion and God does not disturb rest of the family. She is the first to leave her bed in the morning. Before we get up, she has already taken her bath with fresh water. Immediately after bath, she goes to the nearby temple. We eagerly wait for her to come back, for she brings sweets for us. Even at this age, she is very active and hard-working. At times, we are surprised at her agility. She supervises all-important jobs in the family. Some she does herself. She is very affectionate and caring. We, her grand children, are attached to her more than to our parents. She is never cross with us. Her love for us is her passion. But she is equally generous to other children. My father and my uncle always seek her advice in all social matters. She is the most respected lady in our colony. Ladies, young and old, come to her for advice. Sometimes they bring their problems. In the afternoon many women flock around her. They feel flattered in doing her a little service. Sometimes she tells them her own experiences. They listen to her with respect. When we were little kids, our grandmother used to be such a source of joy! We used to wait eagerly for night because in the night, all of us snuggled near her and then she would tell us a story. In this way, we learnt some great stories of our scriptures like Mahabharat, Ramayan, Panchtantra etc. Like all old women, she has some orthodox habits but unlike other old women, she has a surprising quality to change with the times. Nobody forces her, but she herself has changed many of her superstitious habits. We all are thankful to God for such a loving grandmother.


Last Update: 2014-10-09
Subject: General
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lost and won any time Story

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Last Update: 2014-10-04
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My grandmother is quite an old lady. She has already crossed sixty. Her years have now bent her back a little but have not affected her activities. She is tall and thin. She is gray haired and her humble and affectionate face is full of wrinkles. Her eye-sight, however, is quite good and she can read without spectacles. She is a religious lady. But her devotion to religion and God does not disturb rest of the family. She is the first to leave her bed in the morning. Before we get up, she has already taken her bath with fresh water. Immediately after bath, she goes to the nearby temple. We eagerly wait for her to come back, for she brings sweets for us. Even at this age, she is very active and hard-working. At times, we are surprised at her agility. She supervises all-important jobs in the family. Some she does herself. She is very affectionate and caring. We, her grand children, are attached to her more than to our parents. She is never cross with us. Her love for us is her passion. But she is equally generous to other children. My father and my uncle always seek her advice in all social matters. She is the most respected lady in our colony. Ladies, young and old, come to her for advice. Sometimes they bring their problems. In the afternoon many women flock around her. They feel flattered in doing her a little service. Sometimes she tells them her own experiences. They listen to her with respect. When we were little kids, our grandmother used to be such a source of joy! We used to wait eagerly for night because in the night, all of us snuggled near her and then she would tell us a story. In this way, we learnt some great stories of our scriptures like Mahabharat, Ramayan, Panchtantra etc. Like all old women, she has some orthodox habits but unlike other old women, she has a surprising quality to change with the times. Nobody forces her, but she herself has changed many of her superstitious habits. We all are thankful to God for such a loving grandmother.

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Last Update: 2014-10-02
Subject: General
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