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#ShortStories #TheSerendipity [(C)2017] Part 3/6 “What is your name son” ? asked malavika. “Ali” said the boy in a muzzled voice. “Don’t feel bad son, for what we say, we say it as one of your own, as your elders. And it is meant for your good only and nothing else” said malavika consoling ali, whose face was filled with sadness. “Do you study, in chennai”? Continued malavika, trying to lift up the dull moment. “No i live in pune, excuse me aunty i am feeling tired so..” ali replied to end the conversation and straightened himself and turned the other way to sleep. “See, that’s what i don’t like about these kids, he is no different, what attitude ufff!” exclaimed rati. “It’s ok rati let him sleep, poor child must be very tired” said malavika. “Ticket, madam?” asked the ticket checker “Ya, ya, just a moment, here it is” said rati while handing over her ticket to the TC. “Ok! Said the TC giving back her ticket. “Ticket please” said TC while trying to wake up Ali, who had covered the sheet up to his head. “O what! ya uncle here” said ali as he sat reclining on his backpack, and showed his ticket. “Very good son, you gave the lower berth seat to your maa” said the TC with pride and appreciation for ali. “I am not his maa” rati corrected TC’s statement. “Oh I see! But he’s no less than a son madam! looking at what he did for you. In my career of 18 years i have seen young boys and girls fighting with the elderly and in some cases their very own parents, as if mad like maniacs. They don’t compromise even, for an inch. Believe me you’re lucky!” said the TC loudly as he walked past their cabin into others checking tickets. Rati felt something move inside, she was looking at malavika who was witnessing everything that happened. She knew that malavika was there, when ali without a question went on the upper berth, he knew the lower berth, was his but still he did not raise a word for it. Rati was seriously feeling uncomfortable, for everything that happened, she did not wanted to be burdened by ali’s act of kindness for her. Rati started “So what they are young they must do such things, otherwise who else will, does he expect me to climb up in this age, silly boy!” “Rati …” said malavika who expected rati to change her tone for ali, but felt hopeless and gazed at rati’s window. “What are those medicines for, sugar, bp”? asked malavika seeing rati open a big box of medicines. “Yes, for this,that, i am tired of all these now!” rati replied heaving a big sigh. “Why? It is very common for our age, but what are those for”? Malavika said as she pointed to rati’s medicine’s that had few bigger tablets. “Oh these, doctor gave it for something, umm i don’t remember exactly”. Said rati as she brushed aside the box behind her back. “Hmm” sighed malavika as she turned away from rati and looked straight out of the window for a long time. There was silence of the hearts that didn’t break with the sound of wheels. Rati was waiting for malavika to speak but not from where they left the conversation. She felt uneasy and fidgeted with things around her and when suddenly she chose to break the silence. To be Continued… Written By Aditri C. Sinha
#ShortStories #TheSerendipity [(C)2017] Part 2/6
Rati could finally close her eyes. “Acha chalta hoon Duaaon mein yaad rakhna Mere zikr ka zubaan pe swaad rakhna Dil ke sandookon mein Mere ache kaam rakhna Chitthi taaron mein bhi Mera tu salaam rakhna Andhera tera maine le liya Mera ujla sitaara tere naam kiya Channa mereya mereya Channa mereya……” Someone’s phone rang in full sound and high pitch with this song as its ringtone. “O god, not a moment of peace” shouted rati as she moved her body from side to side unable to find peace. “Sorry Aunty” said the boy peeking out from the upper berth. “Why do you have to keep everything loud, don’t you have sense or any regard for other people, stupid boy! all you know and do is to burn your parents money on these smartphones” rati lost her patience and snapped at him in full force. “I am sorry aunty, i will put it on silent mode now” said the boy slipping back. “You better do that right now, all you people know is how to have fun, and make life hell for your parents” rati said, as her fatigued body and sleep deprived soul got lost in vexation. “Going to mumbai” asked the lady sitting on the lower berth of the adjacent cabin that faced rati. “No, I will get down in pune” replied rati. “O pune is good, less crowded and less polluted unlike mumbai” said the woman. “So you’re from mumbai, that’s a lovely city, your good name please? rati asked. “Malavika, and he is my husband Subodh and you’re”? Said malvika pointing towards her husband and coming back to rati. “Namastay, I am Rati, here have some” rati greeted malavika’s husband on being introduced, and offered a pack of biscuits she had just opened. “Thank you rati, so your relatives live in chennai” malavika asked while munching on the biscuits offered by rati. “No no relatives, i had some personal work there” rati replied in a hesitating tone. “O ok, subodh pass me that bag please, i am feeling hungry after having biscuits hahaha” said malavika while keeping a huge bag on her side that subodh gave her, she carefully digs her hand into it and took out a big casserole. Subodh went back to his berth and laid down spreading his body on every inch of it. “Here have some kachori’s my daughter in law cooked them for us, she got up at 4 in the morning to prepare all this” malavika said showing the whole bag that contained food items. She continues… “We don’t eat outside food, health issues you see, here have some” malavika offered food to everyone seated around her. “Here son, you also have” malavika raised the casserole up, asked the boy who sat leaning above rati’s berth. “Wow! thank you so much aunty i was actually feeling hungry” the boy took 3 kachoris out of the casserole and hid them in his hands. “Seriously kids these days have no etiquettes, in our time we used to say No’ 2 – 3 times before taking something from someone but nowadays they are so frank” said rati condemning the boy’s behaviour. “It’s ok rati, we have to change with time and there’s nothing bad in being frank, i believe it helps you to live a stress free life” said malavika as she put her hand on rati’s shoulder. “What is your name son” ? asked malavika.
To be Continued ….. Written by Aditri C. Sinha
“Where is riya? call her!
”Said Rati as she hurriedly walked down the overbridge stairs.
“Ya ya, she’s here, just a moment, Riya hold this, talk to her” said Ashok while passing the phone to riya. “Yes mamma, have you got on the train”? Said riya “Yes darling just reaching there, how’s your stomach ache now”? Rati slowed down her pace for a moment to listen carefully. “Better than yesterday and I am thinking of going for classes today” said riya. “Ok, If you don’t feel like then, don’t go, give the phone to papa” “Mamma, when did i say that i will not go, gosh you’re weird, ok bbye, take care and i miss you” “Papa, take this” riya hands back the phone to her dad. “yes madam!, please order” chuckled ashok. “Shut up ashok, and listen please put some balance in my phone and.. And listen don’t forget to pay sunita her salary today, it’s month end, remember otherwise she will spread the news in society that we are poor” said rati as she stopped to scan the reservation chart stuck on the railway coach. “Ok i will, now don’t tire yourself you’re panting, get in the train first and i will call you after some time, ok” said ashok “Ok,ok bye” said rati and disconnected her phone. “Hey! You! Idiot, can’t you see and walk, i was about to fall in this gap” said rati while she manages to restrain her body from falling as someone had just bumped into her from behind. “I am so sorry, miss! It wasn’t intentional, you see there, (he pointed his finger towards the big hole in the concrete) my foot got stuck in that, as i walked and therefore…” said a boy who carried a backpack and must be in his 20s. “ok, ok be careful next time, now go” said rati dismissing him. Rati entered the coach, walking slowly and looking desperately for her seat, her poor eyesight didn’t helped her much with numbers written in big but not big enough for rati “Excuse me! Sir, Where is seat number 24” asked rati. Since she was getting exhausted and wanted to sit or lay down on her berth as soon as possible she kept asking for people’s help. “Next one” said the gentleman “O Thank you” said rati as she pushed her weight and the weight of a heavy suitcase against gravity and stress. “Aaa hmm 24, squealed rati as soon, her eyes caught the number, pasted on the side berths, she continued “why are you sitting on my seat, see 24, that’s mine” said rati arrogantly to the boy who was baffled by rati’s behaviour. He was the same boy who had bumped into rati a minute back on the platform. “O sorry miss” he said and quickly climbed up to the upper berth after pushing his shoes under the lower berth seat with his foot. “Don’t put them here, so dirty chheeh take them with you, put them under your head and go to sleep” said rati in such a way that the other passengers who listened, felt disgusted and some even gave rati a grim look. “No, no i said because his shoes are so nice know, they might get stolen. Better to be safe than sorry” said rati as she retracted from her words and tried to reconcile with everyone. “It’s ok, son you can keep it down there no problem” said rati while shoving his shoes inside using her foot. She pushed them deep enough, till they were not seen or sniffed. Rati slided her big suitcase under her bed, and pulled down the seats from both the sides to make it into a bed, she pushed aside her sandals, hung her purse near the bottle stand and drank some water before laying herself down and resting her head in her handbag. She could finally close her eyes.
To be continued….
There’s #happiness and then there’s #sorrow, nothing #stays, it will always #change, we are aware of this #shift but still #hold on or #wait for the other. #Why not #live in this change, where no #moment stays #forever and #treat each like the #guest who will #eventually #go!
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I have been sincere and supportive of my mothers job ever since I were a child. I never objected or showed any signs of emotional discomfort that I endured internally when she wasn’t around, for the time I needed her the most which was every second of my existence.
I garnered physical courage and confidence in me just like she has.
But to this day I can’t fathom the truth that repressing ones own emotions can cause so much of chaos in a persons being. It does cause more harm than good, and I feel its not good to turn a heart to stone or in good words to become an even an emotionally strong person.
Because this is not real, this was never me, this is not with whom I identify myself to this day and I completely abhor putting a smile on my face when my soul is crying. Still going through all this every day I never had the courage to tell her that How much I hated her job.
I always longed to see her home, even though she was into a teaching one, I wanted her to rest all day and not work for it . I acknowledge her efforts in getting us admitted in the best school in those days where what our parents earned a meager income and both the man and the lady of the house tried to make ends meet.
As a kid of a working mother I was mature and more observant about life, my emotions and physical self remained hidden in wraps like an onion full of layers and one day it just vanished as a result of acceptance for the things that you cannot change.
I always loathed and waited for the time when she would leave it all just for me but that day never came and I had to leave my home before she could leave her job. I got married.
I sometimes feel, was it really worth all the effort? since I don’t know what it would have been if it were otherwise but what I know; is that I could enjoy being loved by her a little more, being around, having all her time for me a little more and not putting forth my feelings to her a little more.
It’s always a pain for the child as a child of a working mother, I cannot refrain to expose my feelings today as i step into my 30s. Was it all that necessary to create an emotional machine in me that wanted me to repress my feelings every time I longed for her presence.
I am married and have a child today and we( my mom n me ) are separated by a distance of thousands of kilometers and that longing is still persistent, it never faded away not even with time or change.
I long for her even today, when I go home and count the days when she would retire. And still try to act brave just as I did when I were a child, because I had never opened my heart to her or wanted her to see the weak in me.
I still feel trapped but liberated at the same time, for my daughter as we let each other free. Free from the creation of unnecessary feelings and irrelevant choices.
We chose each other as I wait for my mom to choose me.
Please See: To each his own. I am aware that this is a very contentious topic but these are my observations and subject to no debate or differences since I look at you (the reader) to perceive these views of a child in me and not of an adult.
I am lazy, frankly I am too lazy to walk myself into a park ful with green and life.
But I still do it in a perfunctory way just for my little one who loves the swings and the birds in the tree. She runs around, plays, hops from one swing to another and jumps incessantly, while I just fend for places to sit here and there over the stone beds dug in the ground or on the obsolete benches sitting and gazing at her manoeuvres without a blink.
“Enjoying aren’t you renne?” hears a voice of a mother who gently sways her daughter on a swing. Mummy “woh aunty kya boli usko” ? asks my daughter to me unable to comprehend those words said by renne’s mother.
I try to translate the meaning of those words to her very sincerely and as organically as I can incorporating my experience and intellect to which she listens with tenacity then runs away before I commence further on the topic.
She goes to the kindergarten and is used to hearing instructions in English therefore she gives me a look of interest and not disquiet and I am just thankful for that.
These titbits of conversations in English that I hear and overhear in the playground bemuse me because I or we rarely speak in English at home.
All because it doesn’t come from my inner self so whatever, that is not coming from my heart is not the truth therefore I cannot be fanciful to my loved one or articulate things that deceive my conscience.
I cannot ignore the consequences I have incurred for not being able to drop one or two of those melodies that I had acknowledged but was inept to respond to, in a similar timbre.
I have witnessed myself being ignored but I am unsure if I was stereotyped or it’s just my assumption for I lack proof on that.
I feel troubled sometimes that English just doesn’t happen to me, I feel no connection in between us.
Every time I try I feel like I am literally trying and I reflect upon that and conclude why at all I should even try to be or pretend what I am not and when I can do very well without it.
But it’s never too far the day when my little one will encourage me to speak since she would eventually. And I will have no plausible excuse that can suffice her.
All I can say to her now and then is that, my love, mumma is in another race and you know what? we’re still eons behind!
Written By Shilpi C. Sinha (Aditri)
Recreating an Organization through classroom strategies, where the employers can learn and adapt revolutionizing concepts for management of their employees that would facilitate remarkably in the areas of
Increase in Employee’s Efficiency by breaking their monotony, fatigue and stress.
Increase in Employee Retention and think twice before leaving
Increase Innovation opportunities for Employees
Create Work culture and work habit
Nurture and facilitate Positive need for achievement and Competition
shuffling the role and responsibility of employees within the company can work wonders if it comes to breaking the monotony and fatigue witnessed by the employee.
mid day meal inchage ships
only at som e level it can fiunctthe ion all well where it is interchangeable if the managers are good enough to try for the sake of their employees who can recreate gain confidence get all charged up and have full confidence to get into the shoes of others..
here the catch is tht we would like to do bettr or best than the other and such reversal or excahnge can help in sparking the reat enthusisasm and the zest of the employees to do the work een more happily and with great zeal.
it can be done in a very light manner where its not easy to give long breaks to employees or create recreational facilites but we need to motivate and break an employees fatigue. in such evernts we can create such monthlu events that will help to create more opportunities, to explore the employees potentioal and if possible to take more risk ..then we can have manager for a day or ceo of the day..for any employess based on some criterais of measurement that shall harnes an employees potential and spark motivation among tehm.
job change happens but ti happens at ground and upper level and in short or even long term.
to break the monotony
problesm have solutions new company would have simsilar trainging and similary we can have interchange where even if you have to learn a new work you cna do it it will create thrust motiveta ecomeptoeon
human psychology helps as we have this instics to competee with others
inter dept change and within employee change
it will also let them to think twice..
company need s realiable people and creative ones and thus it wud help them.
culture eats innovation
“antavanta ime deha
tasmad yudhyasva bharata” (Bhagwat Gita: Chapter Two verse 18)
“ya enam vetti hantaram
yas chainam manyate hatam
ubhau tau na vijanito
nayam hanti na hanyate” (Bhagwat Gita: Chapter Two verse 19)
According to Bhagwat Gita, the Soul, or Atman, is never born, never dies and after coming into existence never ceases to be. It is nitya (always), shasvatah (permanent) and purana (very ancient) (Chapter 2.20).
“na jayate mriyate va kadacin
nayam bhutva bhavita va na bhuyah
ajo nityah sasvato ’yam purano
na hanyate hanyamane sarire” (Bhagwat Gita: Chapter Two verse 20)
According to Bhagwat Gita, the Soul, or Atman, does not suffer & cannot be tainted. At the time of death it does not die, but leaves the body and enters into a new one (Chapter 2.22).
“vasamsi jirnani yatha vihaya
navani grhnati naro ’parani
tatha sarirani vihaya jirnany
anyani samyati navani dehi” (Bhagwat Gita: Chapter Two verse 22)
According to Bhagwat Gita, the Soul, or Atman has the properties that Weapons cannot pierce it, fire cannot burn it, water cannot moisten it and wind cannot dry it (Chapter 2.23).
“Sri Krishna said: The soul can never be cut to pieces by any weapon, nor burned by fire, nor moistened by water, nor withered by the wind.”
According to Bhagwat Gita, the Soul, or Atman, is impenetrable, incombustible, all pervading, stable and immobile (Chapter 2.24).
“Sri Krishna said: This individual soul is unbreakable and insoluble, and can be neither burned nor dried. He is everlasting, present everywhere, unchangeable, immovable and eternally the same.”
According to Bhagwat Gita, the Soul, or Atman, is invisible, imperceptible and immutable (Chapter 2.25).
“Sri Krishna said: Some look on the soul as amazing, some describe him as amazing, and some hear of him as amazing, while others, even after hearing about him, cannot understand him at all.”
So in this way Soul is a Mysterious thing & can be understood if you have faith in God & in religious scriptures.
Jai Shri Krishna