Help Others- A short story

 

Just sharing a small short story with a strong moral of helping others, the story is a self created work of my own, better saying is an extended version of what i dreamed fortnight.

And here it goes like this

“ I am  a 50 year old men just attended one of my daughter’s marriage and did kanyadan, my eyes filled up her memories, hey! though she is not my own daughter but she is not less than my own.. I still remember how she entered in our life.

22 years back when i was 28, lived with my wife in one of the cities of India.. One day when i was driving back to home i could not resist at one of the eateries, and i parked my car then and i thought of having some food here, I entered and ordered “Pav-Bhaji” soon i got my ordered stuff ‘Pav-bhaji’ and as i was eating i found a small 3 or 4 year baby girl coming close to me and said “Uncle, bhook lagi hai, mujhe khilao na (Uncle, I am hungry, please feed me some food)”.. I looked at her and found she is very innocent, and cute.. Her nose dripping out and some dirt on her clothes.. she seems to be a beggar for the world, as i was wondering what to do, she again said “Bhookh lagi hai ( I am hungry)”.. This time i could not resist and i asked for another dish and i shared some Bhaji and Pav with her..

After eating i asked her, “Beta, aapka name kya hai (what is ur good name)” She replied “ Ankita”

I enquired further “ Beta, mumma kaha hai aapki ( Where is your mumma) ” The girl replied “ Mummy- kahi kho gai (My mom is lost somewhere)”

I said “ Papa(Father)” she replied ‘Papa bhi kho gaye (lost)..”.. I felt mercy for her..

I asked “Beta, papa kya karte hai” She said “Pata nahi, kahi job karte hai (Dont know but he worked somewhere)” and then she started crying and screeming “Mummy, Papa, Mummmmyyyyyy!!! and flow of tears appeared from her eyes..

I wipped her tears with my fingers and said, “Hum aapko aapki mummy- papa se milwayenge, aap roti kyon hoon.. aapka yeh uncle hai na (Dont worry, i will take u back to ur parents, i am here, your uncle)”

After saying this i pondered on my own words, and thought what to do next, without a minute thought i said “chalo beta, uncle ke ghar chalo, jab tak mumma nahi milte aap mere ghar rahonge, hum aapko bahut pyar karenge, aapko gudiya bhi dilayenge (Come baby, come to our house, till then we search for your parents stay with us, we will love you and get you a barbie doll too) ”

The sweet baby girl after a moment gave the world’s most beautiful smile, which gave me intense happiness, her cute smile still remains in my heart and that smile dwindles in my heart…

I took her in my lap and after paying the money i took her towards my car, got her seated beside me, that is beside the driving seat and drived towards my home..

The bell rang as i stood beside my home with sweet baby girl in my laps, my wife opened it and was shocked, for a moment she remained mum and then said “ Yeh, kaun hai (Who is she)”..

I said “Ankita-  iske mummy papa kahi kho gaye hai, bechari bhooki pet idhar udhar khane ke liye bhatak rahi thi ( She is “Ankita” – a pretty girl who lost her parents, moving on the way empty stomach to find some food)”.

She replied “ Aur tum utha laye, tumne to puri duniya ka theka le rakha hai, ab yeh kaunse nahi musibat hai (And you took her to our home, have u taken the responsibility of all such nasty things of the world)..”

I got aggressive “ Yeh tumhe musibat dikh rahi hai, dekho kitne pyari hai, tumhare pass dil hai ki nahi (You look at her as a nasty thing, dont you see how pretty she is, dont you have a heart? why can’t you take a mercy for her?)..”

She said “ Kitne pyari hai??? dekho kitni gandgi lagi hai, tumhara pura dress kharab kar diya, ab ise khud hi dhona ( Oh see, how lovely she is, she got ur new suit dirty, now who the hell will wash this, better u yourself will take care of her and also wash your this dirty suit, am not going to touch it anymore unless you wash it out)”

The girl hold me tight on my neck and started crying with fear. I hold her back and patted on her and told ‘ Aunty bahut sweet hai beta abhi gusse me hai, tumko  bahut pyar karengi (AUNTY is very sweet my child, dont worry, she will take care of you and will love u”

My wife said “ I damn not bother about your sheets, and take this hell out of my home”

I said “ Got maid or what, its my final decision she will stay here, i will search for his parents, report in police until their parents are discovered she will stay here, and u will take care of her”

Wife- “Damn, this is what i was expecting, u will get busy with your work and i have to care this girl, and damn this will effect our peaceful night sleeps”

I said “ dont worry darling, the matter will be resolve soon, take her for a bath, until i get some clothes for her”

I drived my car back to purchase clothes and toys for her, and as i drived back home..

I discovered my wife playing with her, and the girl looked much happy and sweet, cute.. She changed the girl’s cloth after taking her for a bath, and know i was relaxed as my wife finally took the charged.

That night i could not sleep well, as i have to take care of two sweet girls, my wife who was struggling with sweet baby girl, and the baby herself”

The next day i took holiday and got complaints registered in police station, also enquired nearby police station to discover related complaints from girls parents side.. but returned in disappointment”

2 weeks went off, and i still struggle for finding her parents, my wife gave me double pressures as she was warring of what if we failed to search her parents, a lifetime care probably”

Despite efforts everything failed, i even thought of getting girl admitted to school, but could not disclose this idea to my wife.. the girl by now stopped missing her parents, but still cried some evenings remembering her mom, dad..

2 more weeks went off, and one fine evening the door knocked, i was at home and opened the door to discover a lady standing out, the girl was sleeping in bed-room, and my wife in kitchen...

I looked her at a moment wondering who she may be, until she said “ Hello, few  days back you got  a girl somewhere in city and brought home?”

I said  “ come in, and please be seated” I said “Its true, but how do u know that”

She said, “ I just came to know from police station wondering for my daughter, can i see her?? May be she mine daughter”

I said “ Off course and i felt tremendous happiness, followed by worries of loosing her”.

The lady quickly walked in room and discovered that she is her own baby, and lifted her in arms, she became so happy returned kisses to the baby”

The baby girl woke up to discover her mother, she too was very happy”..

My wife joined this happy moments..

Soon she got ready to take her away from us, i called the police so that everything is fine is confirmed, so that the girl goes to her original mother”

Police brooked in and soon the matter was settled, and she took the baby away.

Me and my wife cried and for baby after she went off taking the girl away.. but after a week our life became normal, and 10 days or so the lady came back to visit our house.

She said the baby is crying for you people and i cant resist much now so i took her to meet you people, we were so happy, i can’t belive she is infront of our eyes, i took her in my lap and my eyes got wet, this time my wife also took her and she too wiped her tears”

The lady said, we live in near by city, “15 Kms from here, and u must visit our home sometime and we are extremely thankful for your care to the baby and all pain u faced over for finding her parents..

I said this was my duty as a true Indian, Our culture says to help others at the time they require help.. My wife said “ I am proud of my hubby, it is he who brought her home, and who opened my eyes to love the sweet baby”..

From that day, we got good friends, in terms of girls parents and we continued to visit each others day, soon we too got our baby home and guess she was also a girl..

Our relationships continued even well today, that sweet girl cares much for me, even today..

I am one of her best uncle she said, and the care which we took for her just for a month, is highly returned by the girl..

I heard some noise coming and wipped my tears, as my wife came in discovering the pain in my eyes after her marriage.. she said she has justed shifted her home, just as i walked in your life.. she would be happy with her married life, don’t worry for her…

This is how a small story comes to an end..

MORAL Of the story: “Hey, its open for you whatever lesson you take from it”

Let me know you liked story or not, be free to post your comments…

Thanks and Regards,

Navneet Singh Chauhan.

2- States from Chetan Bhagat- Book Review

Hello Everyone, I just finished up reading my First Novel of the Year 2010. 2- States written by one of the most read author Mr. Chetan Bhagat.. Chetan Bhagat is one of the most well educated writers(IIT Delhi, IIM-A) of India. And i am one of his big fan, i am also following him on twitter.. He also writes for Times of India..

Oh.. Let me write something about the book.. The book is a love story of two people which starts in IIM- Ahmedabad. Mr.Krish and Miss Ananya Swaminathan. Krish from Punjab and Ananaya a brahmin Hindu from Tamil Nadu..

This is not an unusual love story, but what makes it different is there struggle to convert their love story in to an arrange marriage. What it takes to convert a love story in to an arrange marriage? what are the hurdles they have to pass, and while crossing these hurdles they still should love each other.. He rightly mentioned at the last cover page of the book.

Love marriage around the world are simple, that is boy love girl. Girl loves boy. They get married….

But in India,

1. Boy loves Girl

2. Girl loves boy..

3. Girls family has to love boy.

4. Boys family has to love girl.

5. Girls family has to love Boys family.

6. Girl and boy still love each other.

They get married..

All these 6 steps are nicely depicted. The book is bounding and there are some funny comic seen where u will surely laugh out… Tragedy scenes are also there as expected in a love story. But at the end Aal izz well…

If still not read do read it…

What makes the book more worth is its relevance, it seems an original love story and i think its Chetan Bhagat’s own love story.. As he married an outside state girl, they two have twins, and both of them were IIM-A class mates..

Fantastic work by chetan bhagat.. I think its a good start for me for the year 2010. Hope to read more books this year….

Some of my personal moments associated while reading the book: I was travelling back home from Vadodara after some work, and i was reading the book and was inside the book.. as usual vendors keep passing inside the trains passage and i was on one of the side seat… A singdana (Peanut Brittle) walla came and shouted Oh! Chetan Bhagat, eh i did not responded, he shouted once more and i smiled while looking at him.. He said howz the book.. i said great by now i am loving it.. He said he had read the book, I was damn surprised and said really!! he said yes, i like reading books and read all his work… I never thought such vendors in Train read book.. So such is the fan club of Chetan Bhagat.. I purchased some sing (peanut) from him and he moved forward suggesting some more books to read..

Hidden MORAL:

It would be great if everyone starts marrying people from other communities, other states, other religion which will develop a more strong bonding in the people, more close ups between the communities, more understandings and ultimately One INDIA..

So start loving people, stop discriminating.. Love everyone as belonging to a bigger community called INDIA, or still bigger the WORLD…

Its rightly said in Indian Veda’s “ Vasudeva Kutumb”, "All world’s is a family”…

So start putting efforts to convert your love story in to a marriage, if you have any…

Thanks for being here, Please post your comments on article and if you have a good book in mind do share in comments, suggest me which book should i read next…

Thanks and regards,

Navneet Singh Chauhan.

Wish You a very happy new year

 

Hello Everyone,

I wish u all a very happy new year.. Enjoy the year 2010..

And make it one of the most memorable year of your life..

 

Good Luck for the year 2010.

Thanks and Regards,

Navneet Singh Chauhan.

This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering :

 

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his
beard trimmed.

As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.

They talked about so many things and various subjects.

When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.

Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?

Would there be abandoned children?

If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.

I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.

The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.

The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.

"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come
to me."

"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES
exist!

That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's! why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

BE BLESSED & BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !!!!!!!

Merry Christmas!

Thanks and Regards,

Navneet Singh Chauhan