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SHORT STORY: HOPE–THE TALE OF TWO FROGS

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HOPE—THE TALE OF TWO FROGS

    Once a gang of frogs was racing through the woods in a lively manner going about their daily chores. When two of them fell into a deep ditch.

    After the accident all the frogs gathered around the ditch to see what could be done to rescue them. But when they realised that the ditch was very deep and coming out of it was practically impossible. They told their friends in the ditch to prepare themselves for the ultimate—their death.

    But the two trapped frogs were not ready to accept this situation. So they started jumping with all their might to get out of the ditch. Meanwhile, the frogs on the ground started shouting at the two in the ditch that it is pointless jumping, as the ditch is very deep and they won’t be able to come out of it.

    But the duo remained undeterred. They continued jumping with all their might and so did the shouts of the frogs on the ground. Asking them to abandon the effort as it was futile.

    After sometime one of the two in the ditch acceded to the shouts, of the ones on the ground. He slowed down and gradually started preparing for his death. He went and sat in one corner of the ditch and after a while died out of stress and anxiety.

    But the other frog continued jumping with all his might. Meanwhile his friends on the ground started cheering him for a different cause. That he should now get ready for death, just as the other one did. He should not feel scared as his friends were there to support him in this moment of tragedy. So, he should gracefully accept death.

    And amidst all this turmoil the frog finally put together all his mental and physical energy and took a big leap and landed outside the ditch.

   Amazed at this miracle the frogs surrounded him. They cheered him and even lifted him on their shoulders. And finally asked, ‘friend why did you continue jumping when we told you it was impossible to come out of the ditch?’

    Reading their lip movement the frog said that he was deaf and that when he saw gestures and lips shouting he thought they were cheering him and that inspired him to take that final leap.

    Moral of the story: continue to do what you want to do without bothering about naysayers and you’ll achieve your mission.

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IT COULD BE FOR MORE THAN ONE REASON: SO JUST DON’T DUMP YOUR FRIEND YET.

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BY KAMLESH TRIPATHI

Recently, I visited an old friend-cum-colleague of mine, whom I knew quite well. An innate live-wire, I should say. Whom, I had known for the last thirty years but was meeting him after three years. With the idea of reminiscing those good old days. I was now plonked in his drawing room holding a fancy glass and some mouthwatering snacks.

In the initial moments of warm-up I felt as usual; and as usual as I used to feel in his company earlier. But then a little beyond that. I felt as if the winds had changed. For he was not the same, and had become sober, quiet and somewhat unresponsive. Anyhow, I went past those unwieldy moments and left with an overbearing him.

Later on. I pondered and pondered, about what I thought. The diffident behaviour of my friend. And, each time I only came across emotions and insinuations that had no logic. Next day, as usual, I was back, dabbling my laptop. When, I decided to surf around certain industries, where I found some logical co-relation with my friend’s behaviour.

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The industry in which my friend was working was undergoing torturous times. When, I decided to peep into his company figures, which I found were even more pathetic. As for the past two years it was in deep red. I then decided to drop the disturbing thoughts and leave the whole thing to unknown destiny.

Time trickled by. It was three months since I had met him. When, one day. I got a call from him again. And, his very first sentence took me back to times immemorial. Thirty years, to be precise. He had found a new job. I found in him the same chirpy soul talking to me, and once again he invited me home. In the manner, he usually invited me. Which, I couldn’t refuse. Sure enough, he had regained himself, and it was heartening to visualize that. So, I drew a moral out of his story.

In life don’t ever misunderstand any such friend and don’t write him off. For you really don’t know, who might be standing next to you when you are close to crossing the broken bridge. They may look and behave in a manner that may make you feel, they are annoyed with you. But they could be annoyed with themselves. Yielding and bleeding to their own circumstances in this unnecessary tough world.

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