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Post time: 6-6-17 14:41:57
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Winners of Week 4

1st
Watchman by @shanthakumarhp

2nd
CHILDREN ARE WISER THAN ELDERS
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@youngkizzy90


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Post time: 6-6-17 14:46:21
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Short Storyteller Activity


Week 5


Post your story within Thrusday.

Post time: 6-6-17 17:39:55
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Thanks for this honour... This is overwhelming for me!
Post time: 7-6-17 22:02:05
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Experiencing God...Learning from Animals.


In an ancient temple, a number of pigeons lived happily on roof top.

When the renovation of the temple began for the annual temple feast the pigeons relocated themselves to a Church nearby.

The existing pigeons in the Church accommodated the new comers very well.

Christmas was nearing and the Church was given a facelift, All the pigeons had to move out and look for another place.

They were fortunate to find a place in a Mosque nearby, The pigeons in the Mosque welcomed them happily.

It was Ramadan time and the Mosque was repainted, All the pigeons now came to the same ancient temple.

One day the pigeons on top found some communal clashes below in a market square.

The baby pigeon asked the mother pigeon
"Who are these people ?

The mother replied; they are "Human beings".

The baby asked,
But why are they fighting with each other...?

The mother said "These human beings going to temple are called 'Hindus' and the people going to Church are called 'Christians' and the people going to Mosque are called 'Muslims'.

The Baby pigeon asked, "Why is it so? When we were in the Temple we were called Pigeons, when we were in the church we were called Pigeons and when we were in the Mosque, we were called Pigeons. Similarly they should be called just
'Human beings' wherever they go"?

The mother Pigeon said,
'You and me and our Pigeon friends have experienced God and that's why we are living here in a highly elevated place peacefully.

These people are yet to experience God.

Hence they are living below us and fighting and killing each other.

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Post time: 8-6-17 03:09:45 From the mobile phone
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BEING AFRAID AND DOING IT
I was 13 years old, trying to teach my 6 year old sister how to dive into a swimming pool from the side of the pool. It was taking quite a while as my sister was really nervous about it. We were at a big, public pool, and nearby there was a woman, about 75 years old, slowly swimming laps. Occasionally she would stop and watch us. Finally she swam over to us just when I was really putting the pressure on, trying to get my sister to try the dive, and my sister was shouting, "but I'm afraid!! I'm so afraid!!" The old woman looked at my sister, raised her fist defiantly in the air and said,"So be afraid! And then do it anyway!"That was 35 years ago and I have never forgotten it. It was a revelation -- it's not about being unafraid. It's about being afraid and doing it anyway.

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Post time: 8-6-17 03:26:03 From the mobile phone
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BAD TEMPER
There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry. The wound is still there."
Moral:::A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

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Post time: 8-6-17 04:36:43
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It is one of those days, between the exams where no one studies but the next exam is looming like a distant cloud. My friends in the *** IIT mens hostel had gone out, most probably to some pub or other with some girls from junior class, hoping against hope that in between the dances and boozing, their inhibitions will break, just enough for some buttons to pop, or zippers to loose, allowing a little pleasurable wandering for the hands and lips.
I am all alone lying on my bed, next to the empty one, trying not to thin why it is so, half dozing trying to master just another confusing theorem in fluid mechanics, cursing myself for not going with the gang, thinking about the cute Gujarati girl in class, with the full lips and narrow hips, and someone bangs on the door.
i open the door, there stands jaison my room mate, in his blue jeans and grey tshirt. 'Why is the bloody door closed? Are you doing something naughty?'
I am lost for words, i stammer "whhaat? how? "
"What you mean? I am here now, standing in front of you."
"But"
"what but..? Do you know what I just saw, I saw hema, my so called girlfriend who claimed she would die if i ever leave her, on umesh's bike, hugging him tight. So soon.. I thought she will wait some time"
"But howw are ... you here?"
"where else would I go? You are my best mate. This, this is my room.."
And then he notices the bare bed and the empty cup board.
He sighs, pain evident on his face. "They have already come for my stuff right? Who came? my brother or my dad"
"Your brother. Your mom is in hospital, dad is with him" And his face show the pain, because he know he had caused that.
"Didnt you get some other room mate? Someone better than me", he is sarcastic, trying to hide his pain.
"No, I told them I dont want anyone else."
"Good for you. I cannot be replaced" He smiles, and hugs me.
"I just wanted to see you one final time, before i move on. Truth be told, you are the one I am going to miss most, even more than my brother. We had such fun right" There is a hint of tears on his eyes.
My eyes are also blurry. "Will I see you again?"
"Of course we will see each other. No any time soon, I hope, for your sake" He laughs through tears.
One more tight hug, and i want to hold on. He moves my hands gently and walks out the door. Not turning back.
I sit hard on my bed. What just happened? Am I dreaming or was it real?
For my dear dear friend, my best mate, brother in arms, funny, sarcastic, Jaison's  bike had crashed last month onto a bus which was trying to overtake another and he had died on the way to hospital. I did not go to his funeral, since I wanted to remember him as he was, vibrant, joyous. I never said good bye. But he, he had to come and hug me one last time. Bye my friend, hope you will have fun wherever you are..

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Post time: 10-6-17 13:54:49
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I'm Licenced in Maharashtra, Not in Cyberspace !!
The Rant of a Doctor


Its very good that nowadays, almost everyone who is anyone has a decent PC and internet connection in their Home or Offices. And its even better that more and more people are awakening to the better uses (?) of the Internet-PC than to download Porn on the sly. People are becoming more computer friendly and the Internet-PC is become a real good tool for online chatting, mailing, trading, banking, shopping and such.

So ?? Big Bloody Deal !!!

Everyone knows that, Why waste time to write about the obvious - Falling short of material to write a story  on, are we ???
Well, Yes actually, but this Post is not about the Social Net Awakening that we are going through.

We all know how Video killed the Radio Star and now Email has done just about the same to the Postmen in Khaki (may they rest in peace). Not to mention so many other professions that are or surely will be destroyed by the Internet and PC.


I frankly never thought it would affect the Medical Professional much, of course barring the occasional too well informed patient who has gleaned so much information about his condition from the Net that he frankly knows more about it than his Treating Physician does. Even to the extent of quoting different countries' guidelines of management and research papers on the subject, doses and side-effects and comes to the clinic armed to the teeth with an arsenal of printouts as a proof of the intensive research they have done. And Good heavens, they ask Oh, so many questions the answers to which they already have (and which the physician must know or must conjure up something fast and sound confidently convincing too -- Now that deserves an Oscar, or an Emmy in the very least.)
They just wont pay up and leave till you praise their detective work, and mention a few more medical websites, which they eagerly jot down, with an enormous look of satisfaction - The kind that the enlightened Mr. Buddha must have had sitting under his tree.

I've had these patients and I'm sure most of you other doctors have faced them too (If not, just you wait for these -- Vivas LOL.)
It scares me half to death, yes, it quite frankly does, not just because I need to keep on top of the patient knowledge, or run the risk of looking like a fool, But because I do genuinely feel that sometimes the lesser information a patient has the better it is for him.

Wish I was born in the "Take two tablets and you will be all fine" era it must have truly been paradise.

Then again, whats ya gonna do ? These Net Enabled Patient (NEPs) are out there and there is no escaping them.

But as long as they visit in person and pay up the fees these NEPs are fine by me, but only because there is a even worse breed of Net Mutated Patients out there.

These are the Lazy - Kanjoos - Cyber - Patients (a.k.a. L.K.C.P 's or The Shameless Bhikkus). They act like you are their 'Langoti Yar' or some 'Mele me bichada hoa Bhai' and as a rule always will contact you on the Online instant messengers (Unfortunately I'm always signed in) or email.

They will ping and ping and ping relentlessly forcing you to reply, or will call you up requesting you most politely to come online if possible. They will insist on telling symptoms online, will also send high quality photos of the lesions (Of successive days if needed), will also tell the Blood Pressure and pulse read off swanky digital Blood Pressure monitors.
And if you ask them to do certain blood or other investigations or X-rays or Sonographies they will badger the labs to mail you a copy directly and also scan out and mail the reports themselves.
Curses on these newfangled labs that also provide CDs of Xrays and USGs, it makes it so easy for these type of patients -- they don't even need to move a muscle to scan the Xrays before emailing them any more.
All this just to save the effort of visiting in person or even more importantly to save on coughing up the mere pittance charged as fees.

Presently since I have no way to get paid online and being a bloody good person at heart, mostly I relent and give in to them.

But Hey, I need my bread too, and considering my size quite a lot of it.

So, this goes out to all those people wanting free online advice form me ----Guys visit in person please ------I'M LICENCED IN MAHARASHTRA, NOT IN CYBERSPACE.

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Post time: 12-6-17 10:21:29 From the mobile phone
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Boy’s Weakness

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. “Sensei,”(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?” “This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.
This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. “No,” the sensei insisted, “Let him continue.” Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.
He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

“Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,” the sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”
The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
Moral: Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, the circumstances or ourselves for it but we never know that our weaknesses can become our strengths one day. Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!”

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Post time: 13-6-17 16:51:30 From the mobile phone
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Always Stay Alert

Once upon a time there was a lion that grew so old that he was unable to kill any prey for his food. So, he said to himself, I must do something to stay my stomach else I will die of starvation.
He kept thinking and thinking and at last an idea clicked him. He decided to lie down in the cave pretending to be ill and then who-so-ever will come to inquire about his health, will become his prey. The old lion put his wicked plan into practice and it started working. Many of his well-wishers got killed. But evil is short lived.
One day, a fox came to visit the ailing lion. As foxes are clever by nature, the fox stood at the mouth of the cave and looked about. His sixth sense worked and he came to know the reality. So, he called out to the lion from outside and said, How are you, sir?
The lion replied, I am not feeling well at all. But why don't you come inside?
Then the fox replied, I would love to come in, sir! But on seeing, all foot prints going to your cave and none coming out, I would be foolish enough to come in.
Saying so, the fox went to alert the other animals.

Moral: Always Keep Your Eyes Open and Stay Alert before Walking in Any Situation.
Post time: 14-6-17 18:38:47
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The Parcel

I looked around again but could not see a single creature around me.  How could I have seen it?  It was pitch dark and due to cloud filled sky, I did not get light from stars too.  It must have been midnight.  

I yawned as I stretched to wither the lethargy in my body.  I am standing here, in this jungle to collect my parcel.  This is nothing new to me.  I do this for my livelihood.  My job is to come here, near this rail track, and wait for the midnight train.  Someone will throw the parcel and I collect it and hand it over to the chairman of this village.

I get handsome amount for this job and I am happy.  I have never tried to open and see the contents inside.  Because, I firmly believe I am getting paid to collect it and not to open it.  That's my nature.

As like everyday, I am waiting today too to collect my bag of unknown content.

And the train came and yes, the parcel too was thrown out by some unknown creature!  I ran to collect the same and collected it too.  I sighed holding the parcel.

"Hands up" my nerves went cold as someone shouted.  I was sure there was no one around me.  I left the package and raised my hands and turned around me.  Now I could see the nearing policemen holding rifles in their hand.  

That was a relief for me!  I thought it was some thief but no it was policemen.  Good.  I firmly believed that what I am doing for the chairman is something good and there is nothing to fear.  I smiled at the police men but they did not smile back  "Hold your hands up you rascal.  Otherwise I will shoot you" one fellow shouted again and that confused me.

Now I heard a sound from a distance and felt searing pain inside my chest.  I looked at the direction... no it was not from policemen... it was someone else.  

The truth dawned on me on my dying moment.... what I was doing was not good or else, why will the Chairman's gunmen shoot me when Police catches me?

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Post time: 19-6-17 15:57:10
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Winners of Week 5

1st
Boy’s Weakness by @CoLOrS MRiiDuL

2nd
BAD TEMPER by @youngkizzy90


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Post time: 19-6-17 16:12:08
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Post time: 25-6-17 23:07:07
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Everybody read this important notice carefully. Please don't copy others stories or any story which already posted in past week and don't try to post it again in current week. We have found a participant has done that. As this is first time we are giving a chance. Please follow this rule. From next time any participant who will copy and paste stories even with little changes will not be allowed to participate again in this activity and banned from this activity.



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Post time: 25-6-17 23:17:48
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Short Storyteller Activity


Week 6


Post your story within Thrusday.

Post time: 28-6-17 00:20:45 From the mobile phone
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Keep Your Dream

I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Isidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.
The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, “I want to tell you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy’s high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up.
“That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch.
“He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.’
“The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?’
“The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you’ll have to pay large stud fees. There’s no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’
“The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’ “Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.
He stated, “You can keep the F and I’ll keep my dream.”
Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, “I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace.” He added, “The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week.” When the teacher was leaving, he said, “Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.”
Moral: Don’t let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what. No Dream is too big or too small when one works hard to live it. One should always try making dreams come true no matter what.
Post time: 28-6-17 22:46:38
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Positives in Negatives

A young woman was sitting at her dining table, worried about taxes to be paid, house-work to be done and to top it all, her extended family was coming over for festival lunch the next day. She was not feeling very thankful at that time.

As she turned her gaze sideways, she noticed her young daughter scribbling furiously into her notebook.

“My teacher asked us to write a paragraph on “Negative Thanks giving” for homework today.”
said the daughter.

“She asked us to write down things that we are thankful for, things that make us feel not so good in the beginning, but turn out to be good after all.”

With curiosity, the mother peeked into the book. This is what her daughter wrote:

“I’m thankful for Final Exams, because that means school is almost over.

I’m thankful for bad-tasting medicine, because it helps me feel better.

I’m thankful for waking up to alarm clocks, because it means I’m still alive.”

It then dawned on the mother, that she had a lot of things to be thankful for!

She thought again…

She had to pay taxes but that meant she was fortunate to be employed.

She had house-work to do but that meant she had a shelter to live in.

She had to cook for her many family members for lunch but that meant she had a family with whom she could celebrate.

Moral:
We generally complain about the negative things in life but we fail to look at the positive side of it.

What is the positive in your negatives? Look at the better part of life today and make ur everyday a great day.
Post time: 30-6-17 01:14:10
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Matter of Practise.

There use to be a well known Archer who has developed his skills over period of time. He use to perform in the front of large audience and people used to be amazed by his skills. He has become bit arrogant due to heaps of praise which he sue to receive.

One day he was performing this archery skills in front of huge crowd. Entire audience was amazed at his skills and were applauding except one person sitting in front. Archer got annoyed at this. He asked that person whether he is not liking his performance. The man replied This is just matter of Practise. Archer further got annoyed as other man has insulted his famed skill.Further adding the salt to injury the man challenged the Archer even he has some skill which he has developed by practise over period of time .
Archer asked him to perform. Man took a bottle .He placed a coin with small hole on top of bottle. He took some water in bowl and starting dropping water in the bottle from 2 feet height through the hole in coin. Not a single drop of water spilled
He proved his point that it is just MATTER OF PRACTISE.
Post time: 4-7-17 15:38:38 From the mobile phone
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Friend

Edited by Black_december at 4-7-17 15:42

I was never understood what kind of the relationship of friendship looks like. I remembered in elementary school or kindergarten, the teacher always said that we should friend with everyone, but in the end we always chose somebody which likely to us to be a friend. In the movie it even clustering people to the popular one, nerd one, sporty one, etc. In the internet is more simple, such as if you don't want to friend to that person, just click the unfriend button. So, I think to friend with everyone looks like impossible because after all we like to friend with somebody who likes to friend with us.

So, rather than to "friend with everyone", I've tried to "kind to everyone". Which means I don't really want to friend with everyone but I still a nice girl to everyone. I've done it since I was in junior high school until now. The good side from doing it was you will not be bullying victim, because everyone think you are a nice person who help them for sharing your homework and stuff. And for the bad news is you will not have a person who really care about you.

Regardless of it, I've learned to get used to it which means I would be a loner and even if I try to care for somebody, that person will not care for me as much as I did. It is all about trust and loyalty. However, it did change when I got to college. I met many people from many different places and I have to admit that I also met a friend who really care for me until I feel annoyed to it.

I rememberred when every night I wrote about her annoying attitude which I thought just the nice act to friend with me. Then after a long a time, I realize that it was her who I always talking and thinking about (eventhough, most of it was about how I dislike her and stuff). My diary was also full because of my writing about her. Then I remembered when I tried to be nice to her. A really nice attitude which I don't even know if I can be a person like that.

Now, I am still that kind of person who try to blend in and act nice to everyone. However, I am trying to change my point of view about how exactly a good friend suppossed to be. Especially when I remembered one momment which really hit me in the core and after that I learned to be a good friend that way. It was the time when I saw a girl who got panicked because she lost her pair of sock. Then she told it to her friends and then they helped her, and even bought her new socks. When I saw it, I felt that it must be great to have a friend who really care for you.
Post time: 13-7-17 19:08:01
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i think, i am too late for this story writing program, sorry, i missed it
Post time: 16-7-17 19:36:35 From the mobile phone
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Where the weekend 6 winner
Post time: 19-7-17 14:08:52 From the mobile phone
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SHE REALLY CARED ME!!!                                  I do always remember it! it was too cold as winter days here in Rwanda. 8h00' am, phone rang, she was my beloved Leony "am at the door please unlock"  i got off the bed and fasten went on opening, No greetings from her!!! , she pulled me to her smooth bosoms! plenty kisses om my lips! body touching like computer mouse!!   "I'm your life " she whispered. it's then a second party!! slow songs voice romantically got my heart high tempered till time the sun rised!! I love her till infinity, mummy and papa know. she got my life easier. Thank you my dearling.
Post time: 9-8-17 14:15:34
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Edited by mereeja at 9-8-17 14:25

MyCat
Ours have always been a Dog family!
No no… I only meant that, we always have Dogs as pets. My father was crazy about dogs. I grew up with five Dogs as pets and there was never a chance to raise acat in our compound with so many dogs around. Many a times, our dogs have killed big cats unlucky enough to come into our compound in the night time.
Still,this is the story of my Cat.
After finishing my studies, I joined the family business. One day on reaching home inlate evening, my young nephews told me with excitement that they spotted a kitten in our compound and that it is hiding under our Jeep. On hearing it, Ifelt very sad, because, once the dogs are let out in the night, they will surely finish the Cat in no time.. So, along with my nephews, I tried to get this kitten out from the underside of the Jeep. In the torch light, I can see only its face and the three peculiar black spots on its face gave it a very cute look. But its fierce hissing was very contradictory with its looks. All our efforts resulted in the kitten getting deeper into the underbelly of theJeep. So we went back home sadly knowing that, we will find it dead in the morning.
It was a night with heavy raining and lightning. Sometime in the very early morning, I woke up hearing loud barking and noises. Even in that drowsiness, I suddenly remembered about the kitten and rushed to the noises in the car porch.Our 3 big dogs are barking and biting the kitten and kitten is on his back hissing and striking with its paws. I was amazed that it is still alive and rushed out with a stick to scatter away the dogs. It is now a dirty bundle with mud, blood and with the wetness, it looked too small and pathetic. But when I tried to pick up the kitten to take it to safety, it hissed at me and was raising its paw! So, I dragged the kitten onto a floor mat with the stick and took the mat into my room. By that time, it is almost dead but for a small shaking of the body. I covered it with the floor mat and went back to sleep thinking soon it will be dead.
It stayed like that for 2 days. I tried to give it milk and water but it is too weak to lift its head. My parents were urging me to get rid of it. I know that it will die very soon as it is not even having water. On third day, as a last effort, I placed a very small piece of meat near its mouth. Even though there was no sign of life in it, the smell of meat resulted in a slight movement. It was still too weak to raise its head. I moved the meat piece very close to its mouth. It weakly took it with its tongue and began to chew it very slowly. I was very elated to see it as it was the first signal that this kitten might live.Still it was too weak even to stand for weeks. I think, it was having severe internal injuries. Only after three weeks, it began to stand and walk. All those days I was with him in the mornings and in the evenings only. Its recovery was incredible afterwards. Only then, we all realized it was such abeautiful cat with a particular color pattern on its face which gives it a unique look.
Everyone who visited our house commented about its unique look and cuteness. I was so proud to hear it especially when I come home after the business hours, on hearing my voice, my cat come running to me and give my leg a tight hug withhis front paws, standing on full height on the rear legs. But my worries too were growing. I was always afraid that our dogs will finish my cat at the first chance. So I always made sure that my cat is in my room and that my room windows are closed before letting the dogs out during the night time. But with time, it was becoming a very difficult as my cat seems to like outdoor even during the night time. After a few months, some nights, my efforts to get the cat into house in the night failed and I spend sleepless nights worrying about its safety from our dogs. And I kept my windows opened, hoping that he will come to me in the night.
One early morning, my mother woke me up saying that our dogs have killed my cat andit is lying near our gate. With a terrible heart I run to the gate. From the distance, it looked like my cat but on reaching it and seeing its face, I was so happy, it was not my cat. How silly of me, as I reached my bed, my cat was soundly sleeping on my bed itself. It was not one of his days out!
Still as each months passed its behavior was becoming difficult. Only then, I realized that, my cat is a male and it is reaching its adolescence age. That explained its nights out and change in behavior. Soon it began to stay out at nights more and more. On rare days it comes to my room in the night time, I noticed that it is having injuries to his body. I tried to keep it as a secret from my parents but eventually they too come to know it and forbid me from letting him into the house as it might carry rabies or other infectious diseases. But some nights, it was a very pleasant experience when he comes into my bed through the window and cuddle into my lap. On those nights, I realized how much I loved my cat.
One evening, on reaching home, my mother told me that my cat has came home severely injured and that I should not let him in. With a heavy heart I went to find him and was shocked to see the severity of its injuries. It was almost like the first time I found him, very close to death. Only difference is that, now it’sa big Cat. With a guilty feeling I went back to home and closed the windows of my room. I cried silently to sleep. I didn’t saw my cat next day and from the second nights onwards I kept my windows open in the night in the hope that he will come in night but I never saw my cat again. It was a difficult time with sadness, guilty feelings and terrible dreams. Time healed my pain but I never adopted a cat again. In fact, when I come across a cat, I didn’t even take a close look at it.
All these happened ten years back and yesterday as I was walking back home all alone, just by chance, I saw a cat and literarily Goosebumps formed to find that it was MY CAT. The exact color combination on his face, which gave my cat its unique look. We looked at each other startled. Many feelings happened simultaneously. Happiness, Wonder, Fear, all together for a few seconds.. WhenI clicked my tongue, which always made my cat run to me, this cat ran away franticly. Only then I realized, this was not my cat. This cat was 4 months or around only, while my cat was over 1 year when I lost him. All those memories came back flooding very strongly and I felt very sad. I went to bed knowing that I will cry again during sleep.

Today morning, I woke up very happy. Now I know my cat’s mission in its life wasfulfilled, He managed to pass his genes to next generation. I was very happy in knowing  that I too played a small part in that and it gives me a very good feeling. Good day to all.

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Management Lesson: Bank Robbery

During a robbery in Guangzhou, China, the bank robber shouted to everyone in the bank: “Don’t move. The money belongs to the State. Your life belongs to you.” Everyone in the bank laid down quietly. This is called “Mind Changing Concept” Changing the conventional way of thinking.
When a lady lay on the table provocatively, the robber shouted at her: “Please be civilized! This is a robbery and not a rape!”This is called “Being Professional” Focus only on what you are trained to
do!
When the bank robbers returned home, the younger robber (MBA-trained) told the older robber (who has only completed Year 6 in primary school): “Big brother, let’s count how much we got.” The older robber rebutted and said: “You are very stupid. There is so much money it will take us a long time to count. Tonight, the TV news will tell us how much we robbed from the bank!” This is called “Experience.” Nowadays, experience is more important than paper qualifications!
After the robbers had left, the bank manager told the bank supervisor to call the police quickly. But the supervisor said to him: “Wait! Let us take out $10 million from the bank for ourselves and add it to the $70 million that we have previously embezzled from the bank”. This is called “Swim with the tide.” Converting an unfavorable situation to your advantage!
The next day, the TV news reported that $100 million was taken from the bank. The robbers counted and counted and counted, but they could only count $20 million. The robbers were very angry and complained: “We risked our lives and only took $20 million. The bank manager took $80 million with a
snap of his fingers. It looks like it is better to be educated than to be a thief!”  This is called “Knowledge“
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                                                                                    Surviving Jason


As he gazed towards the clear blue sky that morning, tears poured down his cheeks. How could such a beautiful day become so dark and gloomy? It was still only 7am, but he had to be strong to get through the rest of day.

Michael glanced at his youngest son, one year old Steve, who was still sleeping on the cot opposite his own bed, unaware of the tragedy that had befallen them. Little Steve looked so peaceful and innocent that it made Michael wish, he could change the past, but he could not. Jason, his eldest son, was never coming back; at least not to this house.

Surveying the house one last time, Michael or Mika, as Jason had fondly called him when he was well, remembered how much each room reminded him of his lost son. Jason had been the wildest, most exciting, funniest and brightest of the Wilkinson children. Only last week he had been given a certificate for the only pupil to never have missed school in the whole year.

That day the whole family celebrated with a rare trip to McDonalds in his honour. Normally, fast food was never allowed in such a strict and health conscious environment, but an exception was made for Jason. He might never live to see another happy family get together again. That night Michael, his wife Laura and their other children, Jess, Luke and Steve put Jason’s condition out of their minds.

Jason always smiled, and as he struggled to lift the chips from his plate and in to his mouth, everyone forced a grin on their faces to show how much they were overjoyed. Jason never liked anyone to feel sorry for him and even less to help him eat. ‘I’m stronger than all of you’, he often said whenever anyone gave the slightest hint he needed assistance. Now Jason was no more.

Turning away from the room at the back of the house, the room that had once belonged to his favourite son, Michael could not bring himself to take the only thing that still reminded him the most of Jason’s presence; his wheelchair. The hospital had requested that it be returned now that he was gone. The family had said no and that was that, but now Michael did not want it any more.  

Taking the car keys from his wallet, Michael calmly walked out of the house along with his family. They had a long day and a long drive to their new home ahead, a place that would not remind them of Jason.

As he turned the ignition, Michael, Laura and the children took one last look at the abode they had called home for twelve years. Jason’s passing had made them sell it quickly and now they were leaving for another. In some way, they felt Jason was travelling with them. A part of Jason would always be with them.
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