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Story of A factory | Failure story of a sector | Benefits of Hard Work And Dedication

14/02/2023 by Madan Singh

Once upon a time, King Lion set up a factory in the forest…..!!

The only worker in it was a small ant who used to come to the office on time and used to do all the work of the factory alone with great hard work and dedication.

Lion’s business was running very systematically and he was getting profits continuously.

One day the lion thought that this single ant is doing such a beautiful job, if I keep it under the supervision of an expert, it can do even better work, which can increase the profit even more.

As soon as this thought came to mind, the lion appointed a bee as its manager.

Bee had a lot of work experience and was also very clever in writing reports.

The bee told the lion that first of all we have to make a timetable for the work of the ant. Then I would need a separate secretary to keep all the records of his work properly.

The lion appointed the rabbit as secretary.

The lion liked the work of the bee. He said to report all the work done by the ant so far and guide the progress made by making a beautiful graph.

The bee said ok, but I would need computer, laser printer and projector for this.

For all this, the lion made a computer department and appointed the cat as its surveyor.

Father’s Sacrifice for Son | A Story of Father

03/02/2023 by Madan Singh

When a man was about forty-five years old, his wife died. People advised for second marriage but he refused saying that I have a gift given by my wife in the form of a son, because of this my whole life will be spent well.

When the son became an adult, he handed over all the business to the son. Sometimes he himself used to spend time sitting in the office of his friends.

He became even more determined after his son’s marriage. The whole house was handed over to the daughter-in-law.

About a year after the son’s marriage, we were having dinner in the afternoon, the son had also come from the office to have lunch and was preparing to eat after washing his hands and face.

He heard that the father asked the daughter-in-law for curd along with the food, then the daughter-in-law replied that there is no curd in the house today. Papa went to office after having food.

After some time the son sat down to eat with his wife. There was also a cup full of curd in the food. The son did not answer and went to the office himself after having food.

After a few days the son said to his father – “Papa, today you have to go to court, you are going to get married today.”

The father looked at the son with surprise and said- “Son, I don’t need a wife and I love you so much that maybe you don’t even need a mother, then why second marriage?”

The son said, ‘Father, I am neither bringing a mother for myself nor a wife for you.
*I am arranging curd for you only.*

From tomorrow I will stay with your daughter-in-law in a rented house and take salary as an employee in your office so that your daughter-in-law can know the price of curd.
*👌amazing👌*

*-Parents for us*
*ATM card can be made,*

So we for them
* Identity card can be made.

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Fuse Bulbs | A Story of A Retired!

27/12/2022 by Madan Singh

An IAS officer came to stay in Bhopal. Who recently retired. These officers used to look at other people with disdain while walking in the nearby park every evening in bewilderment and did not talk to anyone. One day sat with an old man for a chat and then started sitting with him continuously, the topic of his conversation was only one – I was such a big IAS officer in Jaipur. Have I come here under compulsion? Should I have settled in Delhi? And the elders used to listen to their words peacefully.

Disturbed by the boastful words of the officer, one day the old man asked him that – Have you ever seen fuse bulbs? After the bulb is fused, does anyone see which company the bulb was made of? How much light did it emit?

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The old man said: that after the bulb is fused, none of these things matter at all. People throw the bulb in the junk. Am I right or not?

Then when that retired IAS officer nodded in agreement, then the elders again said : After retirement, our condition also becomes like a fuse bulb. Where did we work? How many senior positions were there? What was our status? Doesn’t all this matter. The old man told that I have been living in the society for the last many years and till date I have not told anyone that I have been a Member of Parliament twice.

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He said that the one sitting in front of Verma ji was the General Manager of the Railways. And those who are coming from the front, sir, were they brigadiers in the army. And Bairwa ji was the chief in ISRO. But none of us told this to anyone. Because I know that all fuse bulbs become the same after being fused. Whether it is of zero watt or 50 watt or 100 watt! No light, no utility.

He further said that people are so confused about their position that even after retirement they do not forget their good days with them.

The old man said that you were a big officer. You were capable too. But what now?

Now this thing doesn’t matter but what matters is how human you were when you were in office? How much attention did you give to the people of the society? What did you give to the society? How many were useful? Or just keep cringing in pride.

The elders further said that if you ever feel proud while on the post, just remember that one day you also have to fuse.

Learning

This is a mirror for those people who never do anyone’s good with their pen while being in position and power. And after retirement, such people start worrying a lot about the society. Still have time? Think and help the society. Illuminate the society and the country with the bulb of your post, then only after retirement the society will look at you with good eyes and respect you.

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A FEW PAGES FROM MY UNWRITTEN DIARY

26/12/202226/12/2022 by Madan Singh

There are some pages of my unwritten diary which I share with you. I was poor at studies, but my sister was the topper. Everyone used to say, learn from your sister; don’t you feel ashamed. What can I do? If she is good at her studies. If my parents started shouting, I cried, but surprisingly I was scolded for calling because I am a boy; I can’t cry. I think girls only have the right to cry. After so much effort finally completed class 10th with just passing marks, as usual, my sister was the class topper. I leave the next scene to your imagination. In fact, I was not at all interested in studies but was forced to do. I didn’t understand why my sister was not coming to college; If I asked her, she said she was not interested.

Whatever it was, I had no competition. I think girls are lucky enough to stay at home and watch TV, having fun.

After graduation, original background music started in life. If there is any boy with a job in your neighboring house or any relatives, then the music starts early in the morning and continues till you wake up the next morning. Don’t imagine if any girl is working in your neighborhood. It feels like committing suicide in a spoonful of water. Without a job, my house is like a hot pan; relatives come and sprinkle some water on the pan whenever they want some fun. We boys usually don’t like to attend any function because we are not asked how are you but what are you doing? This was the most challenging question I have ever faced.

My sister got married and now has a kid. I think that girls don’t need to study well, there is no need to get a job and parents have to save a lot for them like money and gold. I had a great interest in cooking but was never allowed inside the kitchen because I am a boy. Only girls can enter the kitchen. In any bus, if you sit in a ladies’ reserved seat, that means you are harassing them. If you are sitting in a chair not reserved for women but still a lady standing in the bus, then you are not a real man. I never agree with the statement that ‘woman is equal to man.’ Now the second level of torturer, if you don’t get a job, so, no marriage. This was the most irritating in my life because since my childhood I was not allowed to cook, wash and not even to cry by saying “ladke rothe nahi hai (boys don’t cry)”” ladki jaise mat rona(don’t cry like a girl)” but now I have to get a job, maintain a good bank balance and own house for a girl. I never understood this society.

After listening to all the stupid things finally got a job in another state. On my first day on the job, I saw a signboard that “harassment at the workplace is a criminal offense”, a women’s helpline 1901 but didn’t find a men’s helpline.

Now bachelor’s life has started, I think I can do anything because I have a job now; gradually, learned that I could do nothing except my job. I realized that this society had fooled me. As days passed, I started missing my parents, I tried to convince them, but they were unwilling to leave home town and come with me. Now I understand my sister’s pain when she left home after marriage. At my workplace, I see many female staff working and wonder how they can manage their home and work. I see many women in higher positions, and I feel sorry about my sister because she was not allowed to study; otherwise, she might be one of the working women.

Now bachelor’s problems started because family and society taught me I am a boy, so I don’t need to work at home. It is time to get married; parents are almost mining. My sister must have had a choice for her life partner, as I have now. Fortunately, my parents’ choice is suitable for my sister’s life partner, and I wish all the parent’s choices to be good if the girl has no choice.

I feel guilty because parents save a lot, not for their daughter but, in fact, for the boy (as dowry). After three years, I now have a baby child. I keep laughing at this foolish society because now I am not a typical society-driven man. Still, I don’t agree with the statement that ‘woman is equal to man’ because she may be more than him, and there is no need to equate with him.

Equal importance should be given to choices and interests, and it should not be depended on gender.

Written by Lakshmana Rao Veeramalla.

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My Sons Have Grown Up | A Real Story of Life!

26/12/202225/12/2022 by Madan Singh

This story “my sons have grown up” is not just a story but it is a reality reflecting today’s everywhere which is happening somewhere in every house, you read my story “children have grown up now” and think once Is such a story happening somewhere around you?

Many years ago, I lived in Gurgaon. During my M.Sc. MLT from Punjab Technical University, I would up-and-down between Gurgaon and my brother’s scrap shop in Pataudi Chowk; we bothlived in a rented room there at the cost of poverty. Despite living below the poverty line, everyone was always willing to help me – no matter what the price tag was or how much it might have cost them personally.

The rent of the room we lived in would have been around Rs 3,000, the house we lived in had 12 rooms and the landlord used to charge Rs 3,000 per month for each room, although this was not his first house that he had given on rent. Rather, he had many such houses in Gurgaon, apart from this, he used to earn lakhs of rupees at that time if he had a shop, a flour mill machine.

I had made many friends who used to take me to functions like marriage etc.I also used to go because I used to get good food, refreshing all these memories, I reached Hazrat Nizamuddin Railway Station.Felt like childhood re-lived, I reached HUDA City Center by Metro, happy memories of my old friends started coming in my mind, I wanted to reach Pataudi Chowk as soon as possible. I reached HUDA City Center by Metro, happy memories of my old friends started coming in my mind, I wanted to reach Pataudi Chowk as soon as possible so I signaled to an auto rickshaw driver to stop and booked for him All the way to Pataudi Chowk I kept thinking that whom I would meet first, at whose house I would stop first, I was engrossed in this thought that the auto driver said, brother, Pataudi Chowk has come, where should I drop you, but what are these roads, I do not understand. I said brother leave me here. I was hungry so I saw a sweet shop in front on which Om Sweets was written, I understood that yes I have landed at the right place, I drank tea there after eating samosas. And left for his old base.

I was very tired after traveling for 24 hours, so I thought of going to Sarad’s house to take a bath and rest, but when I reached Sarad’s house, I came to know that Faridabad has been shifted, people of Rohtakia etc. have left work. , Then I thought let’s go to my old house, where I used to live on rent, but my eyes widened when I saw that now a mall has been built there. I thought now I will not stay here I will immediately go to Delhi to my sister’s place, I was coming out of the street I saw an old man who was selling some rotten bananas on his handcart, flies were buzzing all around, some Because of rotten bananas, some because of their feet. I was disgusted to see pus coming out of the wound which he had tied with a dirty cloth. Then suddenly my eyes fell on his face, I was shocked to see him, this face seemed familiar.

Hesitatingly I asked the old man, Baba, you have recognized me, you are our landlord, aren’t you? How did you come in such a condition, that person recognized me and started crying and said “What to say son, now my sons have grown up” His words “What to say son, now my sons have grown up” It hurts my heart because I also have two sons.

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