I got fired #writingcontest

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‘I got fired today, feeling low as never’ said Sugandha in her unusual tone, her muscles of the entire body ache as she said those words to herself.

‘Spending all day and night, to this never ending task, i am finally fired not from this job but from even the lives of the people i was devoted to’. It was sad sad day for her. Her entire hard work of years to make things happen gone wasted as those 3 words were spoken by her children and husband (whom she supported every single time, good or bad). Now, she was literally homeless, workless and full of memories she wants to run away from.

Things changed in just 3 words.Β  Wow ! Taking her bag of expectations she heads towards the river in her local area, opened the bag and just throw it away, deciding to never blame them again for her miserable state. She’s clearly not an object to be played or fool around and logically, it was she who invested herself happily then why this melodrama now. Let it end. Remember the Bhagwat Gita sutra told by her mother – ‘Karm kro, phal k chinta mat karo’ (Just do the karma, fruits are not in your hands. They may be in favor or turn against you). While throwing that bag she brought to that house on her wedding, she repeated the sutra, strengthening herself even more and then it was gone. Now it is her turn to flow with the flow of life without interruption. She is clueless to where to go but then she remind herself of – to flow with the flow, hence, took the first bus and boarded it without asking where it will go. Next day, she found herself in entirely new place – she never knew that place even exist in that state.

Picking up her necessary items, she moved to an Ashram nearby for free accommodation and food. She was hungry since yesterday. After the meal, she blessed the God and Goddess for that wonderful free treat and slept. The moment she gained her senses back, it was evening and everyone in that Ashram was busy doing their chores. She decided to meet the Head priest to ask if he needs her help in any chore. He directed him to join the disciples and others.

She did her task skillfully, helping everyone from child to an old man. She felt a sort of lovely feeling doing so.

Few days passed and she was still busy helping others until one fine day she was struck with an idea worth implementing. She went to every member of the Ashram for humble request if they are willing to join her in this idea of her. Sadly, she was laughed at and not taken seriously. It didn’t mind her, though as Bhagwat Gita sutra was fixed in her mind.

So, she went out to work herself.

Days passed and months gone by and she worked and worked until one day she got her MT business registered herself plus employ people to train and work under her for better service experiences.

Her Multi-Tasking business flourished and even IPO was launched successfully.

Seeing her photo in the newspaper, being interviewed and listed among the most successful self made business woman, she can’t hold back her tears.

Today, the only thing she teaches her employees is to work hard and fight back whenever they are fired for no reason (in any walk of life).

Being crazy is the only way to being sane πŸ™‚

*The End*

P.S : Hope you enjoyed it. Wrote it as a part of writing contest.

Love :

Infinite Being ❀

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One Indian Girl

It’s 11:14 pm by the clock, lovely night and my thoughts are going back and forth to the book i finished reading almost 6 hours back – One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat. Being a literature lover am not supposed (that’s what all feel about when they get to read classic, formal and polished writings) to read chetan, he’s nothing in front of Dickens, Bronte, Dan Brown etc sort of amazing first class writers but let me tell you that man got a heart with a head that observes it all. Observe ? What ? The impartial, sexist society and he’s maybe oneΒ  still he’s making a difference with his not so polished writings to wake up the masses regarding these issues.

As soon as i completed the book, i had an urge to talk to a friend who lend me this. She might be busy or what, can’t say but am sure to tell she was wrong when she said the book ends vaguely. I just loved the book, the concept author wants every man and woman of the universe to know and the end – absolutely amazing, an open end – full of possibilities of different kinds like life you never know if you have only one or various options πŸ™‚

So, back to expressing why i recommend this particular book :

– Woman need not to be timid to take concrete decisions when it comes to their life.

– Feminism is a shit, Girls just open up and meet your needs. You’re human not an endangered species so as to need a special category or mention.

– Clarity is soooooo important in life, if you’re not clear, just avoid it or slow down.

– Marriage is not a baggage, its equal responsibility with fun. Remember that !

– Know thyself πŸ™‚

No spoilers ahead, just go ahead and pick the book. Am sure you’ll love it. I loved it too πŸ™‚

P.S : wrote yesterday πŸ™‚

Love :

Infinite Being ❀

Displaced #WriteDecember

I know of a place which is 100% haunted. What comes to your mind when you read the word ‘haunted’ ?? Ghosts, departed souls or creatures unknown. But trust me i’ve seen the fear in the eyes, absolute blankness and an urge toΒ  shout had left me in utter shock. How can one be so silent, so patient or say too generous when it’s the matter of survival ?? Darwin evolved the theory of ‘Survival of the fittest’ but why he doesn’t want to fit anymore.

The floor was a little high above the ground, a sort of dilapidated, extended threshold of an old, torn house where everyday a paid servant cleanly put up the table in between 5 chairs whose numbers can increase or decrease as per the need, for the men to assemble pretending to be doing some business talks enjoying the sun bath in the cold winter days, unaware of the fact that they haunted the place for more than a month now.

Earlier it used to be the running, dancing and eating ground of a peacock whose only appearance does the magic, bringing life to the place, cheers of children on seeing him, the beauty that does magic to the low feelings instantly turning them to calm vibrations.

He had left past many days seeing his freedom at stake, he’s that fearful that he had labelled the place as ‘HAUNTED’ with humans pretending, running and foolishly going from absolute control to no-where. If they understand the same, i hope its not late by that time they introspect their world within.

It’s a painful process – displacement. Isn’t it ?

Love :

Infinite Being ❀

Story time.

He was all there alone, sitting under that peepal tree and counting something day and night. He loves to watch kids playing out there – different sorts of games, sometimes – football, cricket and at times just running to catch each other’s arms. He always smile to the lovely beauty around him and his favorite sport is to park his wheelchair under that same peepal tree and count and count and watch.

I felt confused observing this behavior of his, so one day i approached him to ask – ‘Hey, what do you count all day long ?’ with a smile he returned the reply,’ The blessings i have that all these kids lack and you know that am winning already in this game’.

That was amazing, an awakened child – lots of physical obstructions, still happy and content maybe that’s what i need to count everyday to win this game of mine πŸ™‚

Story time

By :

Infinite Being ❀

 

 

Story of a chair.

‘When people do sit on you ? How do you feel Mr. chair’, asked the human.

‘Well, i’m glad am of some use to the humankind whose so mean to throw me, kick me and hurt me thinking am inanimate object’, sobbed Mr. Chair and almost broke down when he spoke those 2 heart breaking words –Β inanimate objects. Handing him the handkerchief, the human heart cracked inside just to see the state he made of creatures both animate and mute around.

An ambulance was called carrying a carpenter to fix Mr. Chair’s grief – a heartbreak, clearly he showed the signs of depression, tired of serving, haunted with human presence for years.

And every news channel flooded with the reports and questions never to be answered, what kind of development is this ? Where are the rights of a chair ? Who permitted trees to be chopped off to be converted into furniture ? Who will take care of plastic ones when broken ?

Mr. Chair went through various treatments finally, unable to survive the heartbreak had to left this world with last words on his lips,’ If ever i was reborn, i’ll never be a human’.

That’s we are.

Make your human avatar of some use not misuse.

Short story from :

Infinite being ❀

 

Cheers !

‘Cheers’ he said to his friends which he made recently at that park where after work they all meet and greet, just to let the entire frustration of the soul out in few pegs of Desi daaru (beer).

‘Cheers’ all brought their glasses close to others and cheered out loud in unity. All seemed happy although, the entire life situation of their suck, suck from head to toe. Deep down inside all 4 were broken, drowned in their helplessness which this glass of beer saved them from and helped them at least to yell out their concerns for a time being. As far as Mahendra recalled, he started drinking at an early age of 15-16 when he was forced to get work and was actually, suspended from his school for eve teasing her female classmate, deep down inside he knew it was more than eve teasing, he just let his hands move freely to the unexplored puberty reached fellow who was in a way taking pride of his crush on her but almost shocked when a teacher caught the two in an empty classroom, comforting each other. The least she did was to manipulate the situation so as to escape narrowly and she was successful but Mahi was not. So, the principal in fear of a rebel or reporters, expelled him. That day was the last day of hope of being something in life, the bright light of the day descended upon him like an eclipse shadowing the only hope he had. It took him time to got over it but he did with being high on drugs first and then finding love in Desi daaru (beer) which is comparatively cheap and keeps him warm during cold, scary nights.

The day news of his expulsion was heard by his mother, the only member of the family. She threw him out of her house, entirely disowning him and putting all the blame on her destiny and moved on.. How easily people move on in this country.. Worth speculating.

He was homeless, empty stomach and hope less, so he quickly accepted the cadre of thieves. Enjoying few days of food, drugs and if lucky sex. It was like heaven for him, no studies, no restrictions and no much much. Till he was asked to join the work and can’t say why his conscience don’t let him be successful in this well established business, so they threw him as quickly as they let him in.

Mahi had no choice he went on and looked out for work till he found his destiny being shaped as a mason. But those bricks had another interesting turn for his life which will define and unfold as to exactly why and how he turned out to be President of a Nation ?

Tune in to find out.. Till next time !

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Pick up your βœ’ and continue the story 😊

Put on your thinking hats and guess how Mahi turned so successful amid those bricks ? Help Mahi to be The President 😊