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SHORT STORY: LESSON FROM A CRANE

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    Once upon a time, a pair of cranes lived in a farmer’s field located near a village, along with their newly hatched babies. And it so happened, before the babies could even grow up and fly. The field of the farmer was ready for harvest. This got the pair worried, fearing, their nests would now be destroyed. In panic they thought of leaving the place and moving to a safer area, before the farmer could cut the crop. But unfortunately the babies were unable to fly. Worried, the mother crane told the babies—‘in our absence if any one comes to the field, learn to remember what all he says.’

    One evening when the pair returned home with food for the babies, they said—‘mother-mother today the farmer had come. He inspected the fields by walking around it. At one or two places he also halted and kept staring at the crop. He was telling himself that the crop is now fit for harvest. So, today, I’ll request the villagers to cut it.’

    The father crane upon hearing this told the babies—‘don’t you worry. The crop will not be cut so soon. It will be long before it is harvested.’

    After sometime, one day, when the pair returned in the evening the babies were nervous. They started saying—‘we should now leave this field immediately. Today, the farmer had come again. He was murmuring to himself that the villagers are very selfish. They are not making any arrangements for harvesting my crop. So, tomorrow I’ll send my brothers and have the crop harvested.’

    But the father crane was still not worried. He told his babies—‘the crop will not be harvested soon. In a couple of days you will also start flying. So there is no cause for any panic.’

    By now a few more days had passed. The babies had started flying and were now fearless. One day in the evening they told their parents—‘this farmer is only scaring us. He again came today and started saying. My brothers don’t listen to me and all of them only know how to make excuses. The grains of my crop are beginning to dry up and have also started falling. So, tomorrow morning I will come myself to cut the crop.’

Upon hearing this the father crane panicked and said—‘come on! Hurry up! It hasn’t got dark as yet. Let’s fly off to another place which is safer. Tomorrow, the crop will definitely be cut.’

    The kids asked—‘why will the crop be cut this time. What makes you say that?’

    The crane replied—‘till now the farmer was depending on the villagers and his brothers. Therefore, the hope of crop being cut was minimal. Because, people who leave their tasks for someone else to perform. Their tasks never get done. But for those, who get ready to do it themselves, their jobs, no one can stop from getting it done. If the farmer has decided to cut his crop tomorrow, sure enough he will do it.’

The pair along with their kids left for another place forthwith.

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

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Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(The book is about a young cancer patient. Now archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)  

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Is a book on ‘singlehood’ about a Delhi girl now archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture, Delhi)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Is a fiction written around the great city of Nawabs—Lucknow. It describes Lucknow in great detail and also talks about its Hindu-Muslim amity. That happens to be its undying characteristic. The book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival of 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. It was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

(Is a story of an Indian salesman who is, humbly qualified. Yet he fights his ways through unceasing uncertainties to reach the top. A good read not only for salesmen. The book was launched on 10th February, 2018 in Gorakhpur Lit-Fest. Now available in Amazon, Flipkart and Onlinegatha

(ALL THE ABOVE TITLES ARE AVAILABLE FOR SALE IN AMAZON, FLIPKART AND OTHER ONLINE STORES OR YOU COULD EVEN WRITE TO US FOR A COPY)

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SHORT STORY: ILL EFFECTS OF SINFUL BREAD

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    When the great war of Mahabharat got over. Dharamraj Yudhistir took over as the undisputed Emperor of the vast kingdom.

    And, with the permission of Lord Krishna. He along with his patrani (chief queen) Draupadi and younger brothers, went to the bloody battlefield. To meet and ask after Bhishma Pitamah who was lying on the bed of arrows. Waiting for the sun to move to the position of uttarayan (northward movement of the Sun in the celestial sphere). So that he could wilfully leave his body.

    Whereupon, on Yudhistir’s request. Pitamah began sermonising about the varn-ashram (natural phases of life) and the time tested relationship between the King and his subjects, to Yudhistir. When Pitamah was midway into his sermons, suddenly queen Draupadi laughed at him.

    Pitamah felt a bit awkward at this, and stopping his sermon he asked,

    ‘My dear daughter, what makes you laugh?’

    Draupadi hesitantly replied—‘It was a mistake Pitamah, I shouldn’t have laughed, so please excuse me.

    Pitamah, was not satisfied with her reply. He softly said, ‘Any well mannered daughter-in-law of such a great family doesn’t suddenly laugh, and that too without a reason in front of elders. I know you are extremely cultured and well mannered so your laughter cannot be without a reason. Don’t hesitate to tell me the real reason for your laughter.’

    With folded hands Draupadi said—‘Pitamah it may sound absurd and ill-mannered. But if you insist I will have no choice but to tell you, because I just cannot disobey your orders. You were just now giving rich sermons on dharma-updesh (Theology) but what came to my mind was. When Dushashan was disrobing me in Kuru-sabha (Kuru’s court) where was your dharma-updesh then? It appears to me, all this dharma-updesh that you learnt was only after the episode. With this thought in mind I couldn’t help but laugh. So, please pardon me.’

    Pitamah was stunned at this. He waited for some time and then very softly said, as he was badly injured.

    ‘Daughter there is no question of your seeking an apology because in some ways you are right. I was well conversant with dhrama-updesh during that time also. But then I was feeding myself with the polluted bread of Duryodhanya and that had polluted my mind too. That’s why in the Kuru-sabha when Dushshan was disrobing you I could not use the dharma-updesh and dharma-gyan judiciously to save you. But with all the innumerable arrows of Arjun that have pierced my body. All my polluted blood, made out of the polluted bread of Duryodhana  has drained out. With that my mind has become pure again and I’m able to think about religion and dharma-gyan in the right manner.

    Moral of the story: The source of your bread goes a long way in the making you.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(Archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POETRY: WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TIME

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WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES TIME

When the clock strikes time,

It tells my mind,

That in the interest of a lifetime,

I need to do something sublime.

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When the clock strikes time,

It reminds,

One needs to climb,

The lofty mountains of harrowing times,

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For time is never kind,

In the bewilderment of a lifetime,

Where in the cadence of strides,

Timing and direction needs to be right.

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Where the clock-dial looks like a shrine,

And the needles, the pricking needles of a lifetime,

And the pendulum, the uncertain sting of time,

Is when the clock chimes to announce the unmet rigors of time.

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And between the clock and my mind,

Remains the eerie twine,

Of sad and merry times,

In the hobnob of ethereal mesmerize.

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For let’s not blame the clock,

To what we suffer over times,

For clock is no shrine,

That carves our noxious times.

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For we bring about our own time,

In the rigmarole of enduring spine,

And when the clock strikes time,

It only reminds of our sync with times.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(Archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)  

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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POETRY: IN THE MARCH-PAST OF LIFE

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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IN THE ‘MARCH-PAST’ OF LIFE

In the march-past of life,

I often had to fight for my right,

So also, in the march-past of life,

I often had to fight for my plight.

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Where in the backwaters of my aspirations,

There was always a march-past of ambitions,

And in the animation of my fantasies,

A march-past of tribulations.

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For in the spate of luck,

My share was low,

But in the spirit of struggle,

My march-past was rife.

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For who cares and cares who?

As you are a small fry,

But the march-past of life,

Took me to the skies.

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And in the barracks of life,

Whenever it begins to twilight,

I pull out my boots,

For a march-past of another kind.

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Though names and definitions change,

March-past remains the same,

And even though it has no great name,

March-past is the gateway to fame.

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And march-past is divine,

As it quarantines,

The unwanted malware of your mind,

Just to keep you in line.

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

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Shravan Charity Mission is an NGO that works for poor children suffering from life threatening diseases. Should you wish to donate for the cause the bank details are given below:

NAME OF ACCOUNT: SHRAVAN CHARITY MISSION

Account no: 680510110004635 (BANK OF INDIA)

IFSC code: BKID0006805

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Our publications

GLOOM BEHIND THE SMILE

(Archived in 7 prestigious libraries of the US, including, Harvard University and Library of Congress. It can also be accessed in MIT through Worldcat.org. Besides, it is also available for reading in Libraries and archives of Canada and Cancer Aid and Research Foundation Mumbai)  

ONE TO TANGO … RIA’S ODYSSEY

(Archived in Connemara Library, Chennai and Delhi Public Library, GOI, Ministry of Culture)

AADAB LUCKNOW … FOND MEMORIES

(Launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2014)

REFRACTIONS … FROM THE PRISM OF GOD

(Co-published by Cankids–Kidscan, a pan India NGO and Shravan Charity Mission, that works for Child cancer in India. The book is endorsed by Ms Preetha Reddy, MD Apollo Hospitals Group. Book was launched in Lucknow International Literary Festival 2016)

TYPICAL TALE OF AN INDIAN SALESMAN

Story of an Indian salesman who is lowly qualified but fights his ways through uncertainities to reach the top. A good read for all salesmen. Now available in Amazon.com

(CAN BE BOUGHT FROM ON LINE BOOK STORES OR WRITE TO US FOR COPIES)

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MEET THE MIGHTY WARRIORS- NGO ACTIVITY ON JULY 3, 2015

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

 

“Strength is born in the deep silence of long-suffering hearts; not amidst joy.” – Felicia Hemans

So true! And quite undoubtedly, when cancer strikes, it takes you to those long and dark tunnels, from where you need only a warrior’s might to return.

And, as a part of our NGO activity today, I met two bright young, smiling girls braving it out, with cancer. They were nothing else, but an unrelenting streak of energy and confidence. And I’m more than sure they will be out of the scourge soon. And, to help them smile we made a contribution towards their treatment. So join us in wishing them the best.

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Neha KumariMiss Neha Kumari, age, 15 years, is from Katihar, in Bihar. She doesn’t have her parents and she is here with her uncle for treatment, who happens to be a student. The family income is a measly five thousand rupees. She is suffering from ALL (acute lymphoblastic leukemia-blood cancer) and the treatment will cost around rupees 4 lacs. We wish her all the best.
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2. Miss Sheetal Sharma, age, 13 years, is from Faridabad. Her father is a driver and earns a monthly salary of around seven thousand. She has bone cancer, for the past one year and the treatment, will cost around rupees 6-8 lacs.

We salute the uncle of Neha, and parents of Sheetal for tirelessly fighting the battle.

Our best wishes to them.

For contributions:

  1. Account name: Shravan charity mission

HDFC account number: (04801450000140) / IFSC code: (HDFC0000480)

  1. Account name: Shravan charity mission

Bank of India ac no: (680510110004635)/  IFSC code: (BKID0006805)

  1. Account name: Kamlesh Tripathi (for overseas $ transfer)

ICICI account no: (008301504072)/ IFSC code: (ICIC0000018)

SNIPPET- THERE EXISTS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN COMMAND AND RESPECT

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By Kamlesh Tripathi

Yesterday while I was driving down from Lucknow to Delhi something very pathetic happened that I must share with you all. After we crossed Kanpur we entered #Kanpur Dehaat a separate district of UP just before Orai.

There I stopped at a Dhaba and ordered for a cup of tea. Meanwhile, I noticed some five policemen were seated on the adjacent table, having a cup of tea early in the morning along with some snacks. Soon, I felt something was amiss or unusual, and sure enough one out of them who appeared, as their head by tone and tenor was not having tea; but whisky early in the morning and that too in uniform. And, that wasn’t all. He then came down to his choicest ones and started delivering it royally to the chain of command-the establishment, ending at his top boss the Superintendent of Police. In some sympathy I uttered ‘poor SP.’ The best part was each time he abused his seniors, he swore by his upright sterling character.

And when he was done with the green bottle- the whisky pint. He arrogantly chucked it at the wall, and it came crashing down like his own values. The remaining four, appearing his juniors only kept watching in embarrassment, and that included me, and some others around, along with the Dhaba owner.

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But I am more than sure the rogue policeman’s boss- the SP sitting in his office must still be thinking all those constables who salute him day in and day out also respect him.

Perhaps the rogue cop was also trying to say ‘values start from the top.’

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