Secret Help

My boss drove a luxury car everyday and it was my duty to greet him and to open the gates for him, as I worked as a watchman in his villa. But he never responded back to my greetings.
One day he saw me opening the garbage bags outside the villa in search for any leftover food. But, as usual he never even looked at me, it was like as if he never saw anything!

The very next day I saw a paper bag at the same place, but it was clean and the food inside was covered well. It was fresh and good food like someone had just brought it from the supermarket. I didn’t bother as to where it came from, I just took the paper bag and I was so happy about it.
Every day I found this paper bag at the same place with fresh vegetables and all that we needed for home. This became my daily routine. I was eating and sharing this food with my wife and kids. I was wondering who this fool could be?! To forget his paper bag full of fresh food everyday.

One day there was a big problem in the villa and I was told that my boss has died. There were too many guests coming to the villa that day and I didn’t get any food that day, so I thought that one of the guests must have taken it. But the same thing happened the 2nd day, the 3rd day and the 4th day.
It went on like this for a few weeks and I found it difficult to provide food for my family, so I decided to ask the wife of my boss for a raise in my salary or else I would quit my job as a watchman.

After I told her, she was shocked, and asked me, how come you never complained about your salary for the last 2 years? And why is this salary not enough for you now? I gave her so many excuses but she was never convinced!
Finally in the end, I decided to tell her the truth, I told her the entire story of the bag of groceries, and as to how it was my daily provision. She then asked me as to when this stopped? I told her after the death of her husband. And then I realized that I stopped seeing the paper bag immediately after the death of my boss. Why didn’t I ever think of this before? That it was my boss who was providing this for me? I guess it was because I never thought that a person who never replied to my greetings could ever be this generous!

His wife started to cry and I told her to please stop crying and that I’m really sorry that I asked for a raise, I didn’t know that it was your husband who was providing me with the meals, I’ll remain as a watchman and be happy to provide my service.

His wife told me, I’m crying because I’ve finally found the 7th person my husband was giving this bag full of food. I knew my husband was giving 7 people everyday, I had already found the 6 people, and all these days I was searching for the 7th person. And today I found out.
From that day on wards, I started to receive the bag full of food again, but this time his son was bringing it to my house and giving it to my hand. But whenever I thanked him, he never replied! Just like his dad!

One day, I told him THANK YOU in a very loud voice! He replied back to me to please not be offended when he doesn’t reply, because he has a hearing problem, just like his dad!”
Oh! We have been wrong so many times judging others without knowing the true story behind their actions. Be kind and courteous in dealing with others, for everyone is fighting a hard battle. Be careful, not everything is about you. Before you assume, there is this thing called ASKING.
Don’t just jump to conclusion, because that is truly not an exercise, it may cause you more harm at the end of the day. Many of our problems are caused by how we process what happens around us. Don’t judge a situation you have never been in. Be humble enough to learn. You do not know it all. Lets change the way we feel about ourselves and others.
There are two sides to a story. Don’t believe everything you hear.
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about.

Need of Love

The on-duty nurse took the anxious young Major to the bedside.

"Your son is here," she said softly, to the old man lying there.

  She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.

  Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Major standing outside the oxygen tent.

  He reached out his hand.

  The Major wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.

  The nurse, observing the touching moments, brought a chair so that the Major could sit beside the bed.

  "Thank you Ma'am!" a polite acknowledgement followed.

  All through the night the young Major sat there in the poorly lit ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength.  Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the officer move away and rest awhile.

  He graciously refused.

  Whenever the nurse came into the ward, he was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients.

  Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.

  Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Major released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse.
While she did what she had to do, he waited...


  Finally, she returned,- &  started to offer words of sympathy, but the Major interrupted her.
.

"Who was that man?" he asked.


The nurse was startled,
"He was your father," she answered.

"No, he wasn't," the Major replied.
"I never saw him before in my life."


"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"


"I knew right away there had been a mistake,
but I also knew he needed his son, and his
son just wasn't here!"

The nurse listened on, confused.

"When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed."

"So then what was the purpose of your visit here, at the hospital, good sir?",  the nurse queried of him.

  "I came here tonight to find a Mr. Vikram Salaria.
His son was Killed in J&K last night, and I was sent to inform him."

'But the man whose hand you kept holding whole night was Mr Vikram Salaria!'

They stood in complete silence. There couldn't be anything more assuring for a dying man than his son's hand!


The next time someone needs you ... just be there!
&
Just stay!!!


WE ARE NOT HUMAN BEINGS GOING THROUGH A
TEMPORARY SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE,
WE ARE SPIRITUAL BEINGS GOING THROUGH A TEMPORARY HUMAN EXPERIENCE...🙏

Shark for Life

जापान में हमेशा से ही मछलियाँ खाने का
 एक ज़रुरी हिस्सा रही हैं । और ये जितनी
ताज़ी होतीं हैँ लोग उसे उतना ही पसंद करते
हैं । लेकिन जापान के तटों के आस-पास
इतनी मछलियाँ नहीं होतीं की उनसे लोगोँ
की डिमांड पूरी की जा सके । नतीजतन
 मछुआरों को दूर समुंद्र में जाकर मछलियाँ
पकड़नी पड़ती हैं।जब इस तरह से मछलियाँ
पकड़ने की शुरुआत हुई तो मछुआरों के
सामने एक गंभीर समस्या सामने आई ।

वे जितनी दूर मछली पक़डने जाते उन्हें
लौटने मे उतना ही अधिक समय लगता
और मछलियाँ बाजार तक पहुँचते-पहुँचते
बासी हो जातीँ , ओर फिर कोई उन्हें खरीदना
नहीं चाहता ।इस समस्या से निपटने के लिए
मछुआरों ने अपनी बोट्स पर फ्रीज़र लगवा
लिये । वे मछलियाँ पकड़ते और उन्हें फ्रीजर
 में डाल देते ।

इस तरह से वे और भी देर तक मछलियाँ
पकड़ सकते थे और उसे बाजार तक पहुंचा
सकते थे । पर इसमें भी एक समस्या आ
 गयी । जापानी फ्रोजेन फ़िश ओर फ्रेश
फिश में आसनी से अंतर कर लेते और
फ्रोजेन मछलियों को खरीदने से कतराते ,
उन्हें तो किसी भी कीमत पर ताज़ी मछलियाँ
ही चाहिए होतीं ।एक बार फिर मछुआरों ने
इस समस्या से निपटने की सोची और
इस बार एक शानदार तरीका निकाला ,
.उन्होंने अपनी बड़ी – बड़ी जहाजों पर
फ़िश टैंक्स बनवा लिए ओर अब वे
मछलियाँ पकड़ते और उन्हें पानी से
भरे टैंकों मे डाल देते ।

टैंक में डालने के बाद कुछ देर तो
मछलियाँ इधर उधर भागती पर जगह
 कम होने के कारण वे जल्द ही एक
जगह स्थिर हो जातीं ,और जब ये मछलियाँ
बाजार पहुँचती तो भले वे ही सांस ले रही
होतीं लकिन उनमेँ वो बात नहीं होती जो
आज़ाद घूम रही ताज़ी मछलियों मे होती ,
ओर जापानी चखकर इन मछलियों में भी
अंतर कर लेते ।

तो इतना कुछ करने के बाद भी समस्या
जस की तस बनी हुई थी।अब मछुवारे
क्या करते ? वे कौन सा उपाय लगाते कि
ताज़ी मछलियाँ लोगोँ तक पहुँच पाती ?नहीं,
उन्होंने कुछ नया नहीं किया , वें अभी भी
 मछलियाँ टैंक्स में ही रखते , पर इस बार
वो हर एक टैंक मे एक छोटी सी शार्क
मछली भी ङाल देते।

शार्क कुछ मछलियों को जरूर खा जाती
पर ज्यादातर मछलियाँ बिलकुल ताज़ी
पहुंचती।ऐसा क्यों होता ? क्योंकि शार्क
बाकी मछलियों की लिए एक चैलेंज की
तरह थी। उसकी मौज़ूदगी बाक़ी मछलियों
को हमेशा चौकन्ना रखती ओर अपनी
जान बचाने के लिए वे हमेशा अलर्ट रहती।

इसीलिए कई दिनों तक टैंक में रह्ने के
बावज़ूद उनमे स्फूर्ति ओर ताजापन बना रहता।

आज बहुत से लोगों
की ज़िन्दगी टैंक मे पड़ी उन मछलियों
की तरह हो गयी है जिन्हे जगाने की लिए
कोई shark मौज़ूद नहीं है। और अगर
unfortunately आपके साथ भी ऐसा ही है
तो आपको भी आपने life में नये challenges
 accept करने होंगे।
 आप जिस रूटीन के आदि हों चुकें हैँ
ऊससे कुछ अलग़ करना होगा, आपको
 अपना दायरा बढ़ाना होगा और एक
 बार फिर ज़िन्दगी में रोमांच और नयापन
लाना होगा।

नहीं तो , बासी मछलियों की तरह आपका
 भी मोल कम हों जायेगा और लोग आपसे
मिलने-जुलने की बजाय बचते नजर आएंगे।

और दूसरी तरफ अगर आपकी लाइफ
में चैलेंजेज हैँ , बाधाएं हैँ तो उन्हें कोसते
मत रहिये , कहीं ना कहीं ये आपको fresh
and lively बनाये रखती हैँ , इन्हेँ
accept करिये, इन्हे overcome करिये
और अपना  तेज बनाये रखिये।👍⁠⁠⁠⁠