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A Cellular Chat

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  It was Sunday morning. At 7:30, all the residents of the jail were asked to proceed for the breakfast. Around 60 people entered a large dining hall. The menu for the day included white bread, potato with curry, a banana, a boiled egg, and porridge. Everyone picked a plate and went to the counter to receive their meal. The total breakfast time allowed by the authority was 30 minutes. Everyone was supposed to be in the ground in half an hour after which a fall-in would take place and an hour of free time was allowed in which everyone could do as per their choice. Of course, there were guards all around to keep an eye on them.  After the attendance, two convicts named Rahul and Lallan drifted towards the benches. There was some nip in the air and sunlight in the morning felt heavenly. Both sat on the bench, and suddenly Lallan spoke, " You look like a person with minimal means. You are weak and very soft-spoken. It's tough to imagine that someone like you would do something tha...

My Name is Selfish

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The dictionary meaning of the word is ' concerned chiefly with one's own personal profit or pleasure' . Now that you know the details, let's delve into the days when we were trying to find who we really were. I mean School and College time.  I will tell you about a guy who was my classmate. His name was Indra. He was very well behaved and was ready to help one and all. Short in height with thin caricature, he was always smiling and welcoming. He attended all the classes and almost everyone else contacted him for notes and home works.  Girls considered him harmless and were often found in his company. Slowly but surely, he became an integral part of everyone's life. Some colleagues went a step further and started giving him names that were softer at first but gradually went into the insult category. After some time, all the good and cute names vanished and the insulting ones tagged along. With name, came the tone of voice which went gradually from friendly to sarcast...

The Red Wedding ( Not from Game of Thrones)💑

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Please read the first part of the story   The Gift  before reading onwards. I was hoping for some news in a week but could not muster the courage to ask about it from Rohan given how the situation unfolded last time. After nearly two months, I got the invitation card and that summed up everything. I went to the wedding and tried to help in any way I could. After interacting with various people involved, I learned that like everything else in life, a wedding can be observed from various points of view. Everyone involved is in it for their own reason and motivation. A wedding, especially in the Indian context, is one of the major events in the life of so many people. No wonder they plan it for years and are ready to go down in debt to make it a grand affair.  I heard many people criticizing the food and arrangement. I realized that no matter how well you do something,  you can never make everyone happy.  It was a night wedding and I stayed up all night to hel...

The Gift

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'It's wrong' , Rahul yelled at top of his voice. 'What is wrong? and why are you shaking?' , asked his wife Radha. 'It's an incident I had to witness way back in 2004. It still fills me with rage when I think of it' , Rahul said. He was still not stable. ' Please tell me! I want to know' ,said Radha. ' Rohan was a very good friend of mine. He lived with his parents and two elder sisters. His father was a post man and  a well known person in our area. Everyone respected him. He was my classmate.One day he looked very sad.I asked him about it.He said, ' My uncle and aunt came to meet us. We were very excited to meet them. While having dinner, my aunt said that my sister is getting older and we must think about her wedding. My father said that still there was some time  left and he would consider the wedding once he thought was right. To this my uncle said that it would be very difficult to find the right boy if my sister gets older and it w...

Feeling Alone

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 Rahul was sitting silently feeling alone.His wife Radha came to him and said, ‘ why are you looking pale?’ ‘Nothing! At times I feel like I am not an honest person,’said Rahul. ‘I wonder why do you think so,’ said Radha ‘My heart wants me to do something else and I am doing something else. It feels as if a voice inside me wants to say something but I choose to ignore it.The outside noise is so deafening that I have turned deaf to my own voice. I hate myself for doing so.It feels like I am cheating my self and If I am not honest with what is inside me then I am definitely not honest with everyone outside’,Rahul said. ‘If you are getting upset because of this voice,that means you are listening to it. A lot of people are not even capable of doing that. You just need to find a way to harness the energy of the   ideas suggested by your own soul. Recognizing that voice is a big step forward’,Radha said. ‘What is the point of knowing everything when I don't have courage to...

Coming out of Comfort Zone

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Rahul was excited to know the rest of the story but his wife decided to complete it later.He kept thinking about the story.What would have happened next?What advice could an old Owl 🦉 provide? And more important than all why would anyone listen to a word the Owl 🦉 wanted to say and even if they listen,will it impact them in anyway? Can they really come out of their problem?If yes then how and if no then why not?And most importantly,if Comfort zone is so terrible, why almost everyone never wants to come out. He drifted in his thoughts.He remembered his time at work.He remembered all the good events and bad events.Somehow it felt much easier to recall the bad events than the good ones.He remembered his days as punching bag and recalled how he wanted to quit the job and do something of his own.But he did not take the step for two reasons,he was not a quitter and money coming in  account at the start each month even at the cost of dignity felt nice. Of course the first reason was cra...

Comfort Zone

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Rahul was frustrated as he did not like the situation around his life. His wife Radha came to him and said, 'What happened?You face looks a bit long and red'. 'I am frustrated because I see a huge difference between what people think, say and do.It's like you can't trust anyone'. Rahul was visibly frustrated. 'Let me tell you a story Rahul! I think it will help you',Radha said. 'I am all ears' ,Rahul said. Radha started the story. A hippopotamus named Minku opened a shop at a corner  of the jungle.Few other animals joined him and thus a group was created.They hired some 30 animals to run the shop and a doe named Tintu to look after the animals. Tintu was hardworking.She was empathetic to the workers and usually stood up for their well being. As a result,every animal tried their best to run the shop to the best of their ability.Profit increased and was fairly distributed among the animals.This fair treatment made them happier and hence more produc...