Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

VALUE OF LIFE

It was 9:00 pm. Ankitha was getting ready for dinner when the doorbell rang. She opened the door and was surprised to see 2 policemen.
“Mrs. Sharma”?
Yes.
Madam, your husband has met with an accident. He is admitted in a hospital.
Ankitha stood speechless. She started to weep. The policemen felt sympathy towards her they comforted her and took her in the van.
On the way she began to think about Aneesh Sharma. Aneesh Sharma Her college mate, her best friend, her competitor and now her soul mate. They fell in love and after completion of their education, got married.
For last17 years they had led a very simple meaningful, normal life. But slowly things began to change.
Aneesh would come home late. He used to show his frustrations on her. She began to doubt Aneesh.
It was on one such occasion when she met Aneesh’s colleague in a grocery store.
Hello Mr. Kapoor how r u?
I am Fine, What about you?
I am also fine. Its seems the work is hectic
What! Who said this?
I felt it because Aneesh always comes home late and goes early in the morning.
I am sorry to say this Mrs. Sharma, Your husband has lost a job .It seems he and Anita were having affair.
This was the biggest blow in Ankitha’s life. In the evening there was argument, which led to quarrel, and suddenly Aneesh gave a tight slap on ankitha’s face.
After that incident both of them neither spoke to one another. A week passed. Aneesh felt guilty of slapping Ankitha n she felt guilty of starting the argument. Both never spoke.
One day when Ankitha was purchasing vegetables some one from behind called her. “Mrs. Sharma”.
She was slim, fair, beautiful not less than 30 years. Mrs. Sharma I am anitha. Her whole body began to drench in fire when she heard her name. But she composed herself and took Anita to a nearby restaurant.
After accusing and rebuking Anita she sat down n began to drink water, suddenly Anita spoke up in a calm and composed manner
Sharma Aunty you are like my mother. Infect as you said there was a relationship between and sir. Yes. He was, is still a father to me
It was he who found out that the guy with whom I was going was a rouge. He did not have any good character. I wanted to leave him but he did not leave me. He began to follow me wherever I went. When I told this to sir, he came to my rescue. Unfortunately the guy turned to be the MD son. It was because of this Sir and me were suspended from the company. And his son spread the rumor that we were having affair.
Every day Sir would come to my house in the morning to check my safety we would attend the interviews and in the evenings we would be back. He really felt bad for his behaviour. Luckily Sir got a job today in a reputed firm. I came to convey this
How do u know I am Mrs. Sharma?
Aunty, Sir always carries your photograph in his wallet. Then she spoke in a soft matured voice.
Aunty, the whole world may speak ill of him. How could you believe it? You know him from such a long time. Sir is what he was before. He is not changed .In fact when I was frightened or lost my confidence, he would tell about your strong determination, never give up attitude which would be an inspiration to me.
Sir is always yours, was always yours, will be always yours. Saying this she went away.

Tears came from Ankitha’s eyes. Tears of gratitude, Shameful tears. She let it flow. She remembered how she fought with him.
How could I face him? Anyways I will still beg for my forgiveness. He will forgive me or not? Thoughts kept on creeping in her eyes.
They reached the hospital. Mrs. Sharma I am sorry to say, your husband is in critical condition. This shattered her completely. Slowly she entered ICU.
Aneesh she said in an apologetic tone. I am sorry for what has happened. I am extremely sorry for hurting you. You are my friend, guide, philosopher, and my soul mate. I should not have trusted anyone except you. Please forgive me Aneesh. Will you? I am waiting for you
courtesy- Sudha

Sip the love-A story

Frank Willis was seated in a hotel and was sipping a cup of coffee. A beautiful young woman came and sat opposite to him.She too ordered for a cup of coffee.

Her face seemed somewhat familiar to him and he was wondering where he had seen her before?

Anyways, she was just another stranger to be forgotten soon.He placed the empty cup on the table and looked at his bill.His hand reached for his back pocket of his trouser.There was an expression of shock in his face as he searched his other pockets as well.

'Did you lose something?' She asked, looking at him curiously.

'Yes…my wallet' He replied, looking at her.

'And do you expect me to pay your bill?' She asked.

'I would really be grateful if you could do that favour for me' He said.

'You’re good at it' She said.

'Good at what ?' He asked.

'Lying!' She said.

'Come on, miss, I am telling you the truth and you are…' He said.

'Alright, let me believe you for a while…tell me, what was the last good thing you had done in the recent past ? If I am convinced then I will pay your bill' She said.

'Fine, it was sometime back when I was driving in my car in the freeway that I saw a car accident.The driver of the car was a female and her head had hit the steering of the car.She was unconcious and her pulse rate was feeble.I didn’t think that she will make it….' He said.

'Yes, continue…' She said.

'Anyway, I wanted to give one best try to save her life, so I rushed her to the hospital and I went to see her the next day. But, they had discharged her. Actually, I went to give back this chain to her' He said, taking out a golden chain with a pendent from his coat pocket and showing it to her.

'Nice story…you are almost the hero of it' She said 'And did you steal it from her?'
'Come on, Miss' He said.

'Just kidding. Tell me, if you meet her again then what would you do?' She asked.

'Well, I would propose to her' Frank said.

'Then will you marry me?' She asked.

'What?' He asked, shocked.

'Well, I'm that woman whom you had saved that day' She said, pulling her hair up and showing the mark of the cut on the right side of her forehead.

'Oh, I'm so glad that I finally found you' He said.

They were about to leave when the waiter took a wallet from below the chair, where Frank had seated so long and gave it to him.

'Oh, thanks' Frank said ' It should have fallen down when I had pulled my handkerchief out of my pocket'

Only Frank knew that he had dropped it deliberately and she grinned thinking that she was not the woman whom he had saved that day.
courtesy-G.S.Vasukumar

Sunday, November 2, 2008

The man who lived forever

One of my favorite stories that i heard as a child was the story of “the man who lived forever”.

There was once a man who was very afraid to die. And so he prayed constantly to God asking him to grant him his wish. So one day God finally answered his prayer and appeared in the man’s dream. God asked him,”What is it that you wish for from me?” The man replied, ” I wish to live forever.” God asked him, “Are you sure about this? Because i am going to grant you only one wish. And you cannot change it back even if you wish to.” The man replied,”I’m sure of it God. I want to live forever.”

God granted that man’s wish and disappeared. The next day the man woke up happy to know that he was never going to die. He lived his life happily. He got married and had a son.

As it goes, its only natural to get old. And with old age comes all sorts of diseases and disabilities.

The man got old. He was diagnosed with many diseases. But he didn’t die. When he crossed 100yrs of age, he became incapable of movement But he was remained alive despite everything.

One fine day his son decided that he had had enough of this. Taking care of the old man was taking most of his time and energy. So the man’s son went to a potter and asked him to make a pot big enough to hold one man’s body. When the pot was ready, the son placed his father inside the pot and placed a lid on it. He asked the pot to be placed inside the cellar. That’s where the old man stayed forever. His son died. Generations came and went but the man remained alive in the pot in the cellar. Once in a while the old man’s great-grandchildren would hear a cough or sneeze from the cellar. But no one cared.

The old man never saw the light of day again. But he is still alive in some part of the world. He can never die and he can’t ask god to take back his wish.

Moral of the story - There is a time for everything. A time to eat. A time to sleep. A time to live. A time to love. And a time to die. And each thing should be done in its time. Trying to change nature’s laws is going to result in major disappointments.

- courtesy Divya
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