Category: Story

The Weekend – 50 words Story

The weekend was here again. The mere thought of a free Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning was ecstatic. Sitting or sleeping under the warmth of the winter Sun,doing nothing but that, shall be how the time would be utilised. “Man proposes, weather Man disposes!” The heavens had opened up.

Sarbjit

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Is it Wisdom or Defeat ?

R.I.P. Mr. Honest

R.I.P. Mr. Honest

This is a story of early nineties when one fine morning a turbaned sikh along with his young wife was traveling from Delhi to Punjab in a white hard top Maruti Gypsy jeep. They had just checked out of a hotel and were all excited to go home. Very near the Inter State Bus Terminus in New Delhi, they were flagged down at a police check-post by three uniformed Delhi police constables.

After examining the relevant car papers and finding all in order, they started to ask some mundane questions like; “Why the jeep’s headlight glass is not blackened in the upper half?” “The car number plate is a little small.” etc. etc.

It was by now obvious to the couple that thepolice were just harassing them to get some bribe out. As the policemen discussed something with their officer who sat in a small cubical on the roadside, the young couple started to have an argument. The wife suggested that they give a little bribe and then they could be on their way. The husband would not budge from his committed stand of “No Bribing!”.
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A Rat and I

A Rat

A Rat

I sat at the edge of the bed with one leg dangling.Was busy playing with my new iPhone, unmindful of the unpleasant experience that I was going to encounter.

I was to be startled by sudden movement of something on my still dangling leg. As if by reflex, my hand, with all the energy and quickness,went down to grab my thigh. I suddenly realized that a small little brat rat had ventured into my pajamas and was going up towards the forbidden area. What nerve and balls does this rat have?No, no buddy. This is a no entry zone. I jumped and shook the leg and the whole body as if being electrocuted. Before I knew it, the rat had beaten a retreat and had run under the bed. I took my slipper, the only potential weapon that I had near me and banged it against the bed and on the floor trying to scare the rat out.No, the rat wasn’t coming out.
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Making A Difference

My friend was walking down a deserted Mexican beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean.
As my friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had washed up on the beach, and, one at a time, he was throwing them back into the water. My friend was puzzled.

He approached the man and said. “Good evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing?”

“I’m throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see its low tide right now and all of these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don’t throw them back into the sea, they’ll die up here from lack of oxygen.

“I understand,”my friend replied, “but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can’t possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. And don’t you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can’t you see that you can’t possibly make a difference?”

The local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, “Made a difference to that one!”

(author – unknown)

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The Echo

A son and his father were walking on the mountains.
Suddenly, his son falls, hurts himself and screams: AAAhhhhhhhhhhh! To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the mountain: AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!
Curious, he yells: “Who are you?”
He receives the answer: “Who are you?”
And then he screams to the mountain: “I admire you!”
The voice answers: “I admire you!”
Angered at the response, he screams: “Coward!”
He receives the answer: “Coward!”
He looks to his father and asks: “What’s going on?”
The father smiles and says: “My son, pay attention.”
Again the man screams: “You are a champion!”
The voice answers: “You are a champion!”

The boy is surprised, but does not understand.

Then the father explains: “People call this ECHO, but really this is LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do.Our life is simply a reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve your competence. This relationship applies to everything, in all aspects of life.”

“Life will give you back everything you have given to it.”

(Author – Unknown)

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The Golden Slippers

It was only four days before Christmas. The spirit of the season hadn’t yet caught up with me, even though cars packed the parking lot of our local discount store.
Inside the store, it was worse. Shopping carts and last minute shoppers jammed the aisles. Why did I come today? I wondered.

My feet ached almost as much as my head. My list contained names of several people who claimed they wanted nothing but I knew their feelings would be hurt if didn’t buy them anything.

Buying for someone who had everything and deploring the high cost of items, I considered gift-buying anything but fun. Hurriedly, I filled my shopping cart with last minute items and proceeded to the long checkout lines. I picked the shortest but it looked as if it would mean at least a 20 minute wait.

In front of me were two small children – a boy of about 5 and a younger girl. The boy wore a ragged coat. Enormously large, tattered tennis shoes jutted far out in front of his much too short jeans. He clutched several crumpled dollar bills in his grimy hands. The girl’s clothing resembled her brother’s. Her head was a matted mass of curly hair. Reminders of an evening meal showed on her small face.
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Learn To Write in Sand

Two friends were walking through the desert. In a specific point of the journey, they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one, who got slapped, was hurt, but without anything to say, he wrote in the sand: “TODAY, MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE”.

They kept on walking, until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who got slapped and hurt started drowning, and the other friend saved him. When he recovered from the fright, he wrote on a stone: “TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE”.

The friend who saved and slapped his best friend, asked him, “Why, after I hurt you, you wrote in the sand, and now you write on a stone?”

The other friend, smiling, replied: “When a friend hurts us, we should write it down in the sand, where the winds of forgiveness get in charge of erasing it away, and when something great happens, we should engrave it in the stone of the memory of the heart, where no wind can erase it”

Learn to write in the sand.

(Author – Unknown)

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