Showing posts with label noble. Show all posts
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Saturday, June 17, 2017

POEM: THE SUM TOTAL OF LIFE

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The sum total of life was never easy to calculate,
And the equation of existence was never easy to evaluate,
Where, I had rubbed some, and some had rubbed me,
And from this tug of war I could never be free.
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But I remember I was born with a mission,
That had a vision,
It also had a goalpost,
And it also had the foremost.
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But then what went wrong?
That soon after I was born,
My mission changed and vision altered,
Goalpost shifted and I somersaulted.
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Perhaps, in the windings of life,
Attractions were galore,
Where arrogance was available even in a road side store,
And where ego had become the dubious cynosure.
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Slowly, all these had become the handy recipes for success,
Where, show off had become the order of the day,
Humbleness had become the emblem of the frail,
And politeness the solemn disgrace.
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So, to stay the course,
 I deviated from my umbilical holds,
To become that fashionable rogue,
Where, I too, cheated to the fore,
And intimidated others, galore.
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One day I met God while walking on the road,
He asked,
Son! How are you?
I replied,
Who are you?
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He said,
Well I’m God your creator,
I replied,
But you’re quite a traitor,
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In utter disbelief,
He asked why?
I said because you belied,
About the journey of life,
By selling me the futile.
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But how?
Asked God,
I said,
Where, it was arrogance you gave me some great mission,
Where, it was ego you gave me some stupid vision,
And where it was show off you gave me that wide goalpost.
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But all that wasn’t required,
To rise higher,
So I changed my fire,
And with that my sire.
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But son I had sent you to there,
For everyone’s welfare,
But instead of welfare,
You became a malware,
And what will God do,
If it has sons like you?
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That is your problem God,
If men can’t do what you want them to do,
Go create some other species,
That will help you chase,
Your mandate that is not easy.
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Hold on my son,
Don’t throw such a referendum,
Life for you has just begun,
So, let give you an ultimatum.
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Mend your ways,
And return,
To those humble and noble sways,
For you have no idea,
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Of the sum total of those stormy waves,
That will only strike you,
When you’re at the twilight of your days,
And that will be too late.
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In pursuit of wild success man has imbibed arrogance, ego and show-off leaving behind those splendid virtues of a simple lifestyle. And it is only by practice of simple habits the sum total of your life will move towards the positive side.
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By Kamlesh Tripathi
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Thursday, December 24, 2015

SHORT STORY: THE GREEDY KING- MIDAS

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By Kamlesh Tripathi








    Once upon a time Greece was being ruled by a king called Midas. He was extremely greedy. Besides, his daughter the only thing he loved in the world was Gold. And he was so greedy about gold that even while sleeping he used to make plans of amassing gold in large quantities.

    One day while the king was sitting in his treasury and counting his possessions in terms of gold bricks and coins, he saw a ring of smoke rising from the ground and behind that a golden silhouette emerged with a halo on the top that almost resembled an angel. He was transfixed for a moment till the angel said—‘Midas! You are so rich.’

    Midas turned melancholic at once and replied—‘Where am I rich. I have so little gold.’

    Angel said—‘You are not content even with so much of gold? How much gold do you want?’

    King Midas replied—‘I desire; whatever I touch with my hands should turn into gold.’

    Angel laughed at the wish of the king and said—‘Very well! From tomorrow morning whatever you touch will turn into gold.’

    That night the king could not sleep. He got up quite early in the morning. After getting up he decided to keep his hand on the chair lying close to him just to test the words of the angel. To his surprise the chair turned into gold. He then touched a table and that too turned into gold. Midas in delight started merry making by jumping and dancing. Like a mad man he then ran towards his garden and started touching the plants there. Then he touched the flowers and the leaves, he even touched the branches and the flower pots and everything turned into gold. Everything around was now glittering like gold. Midas now had unlimited gold.

    Merry making and excitement had made king Midas tired by now. He hadn’t even realised that his clothes had become heavy as it had turned into gold. He was now thirsty and hungry. After returning from the garden he came and sat on a golden chair. One of his servants kept some delicious food and water in front of him realising his master was hungry. But the moment he touched the food it turned into gold and the moment he lifted the glass of water that too also turned into gold and this made him somewhat nervous. All the delicious food lying in front of Midas had now turned into gold when he was very hungry. He couldn’t have satisfied his hunger and quenched his thirst by food and water made out of gold.

    He started weeping. Just then his daughter who was playing in the vicinity came there, when she heard her father crying. And, seeing him crying she climbed on to his lap to wipe his tears. Emotional Midas hugged his daughter but soon realised that his daughter was no more there and in her place Midas had his daughter’s golden statue that was very heavy for him to hold on to. Poor Midas started banging his head on the calamity. Angel who was watching king Midas from heaven witnessed the calamity that befell on him and felt sympathetic towards him and appeared again. On seeing her Midas fell on her feet and started pleading—‘please take back your blessing.’

    Angel asked—‘Midas! Now you don’t want gold? Tell me whether a glass of water is more precious or gold? A morsel of bread is beneficial or gold?’

    Midas folded his hands and said—‘I don’t want gold. I have come to know that a man doesn’t require gold to survive. Without gold a man can exist but without a glass of water or a loaf of bread he cannot. Now on I will not be greedy for gold.’

    Angel then gave him a bowl full of water and said—‘sprinkle this all over.’

    Midas sprinkled the water on his daughter, on the chair and the table, on the food and water, in the garden and on the plants and flowers, and everything thereafter from gold came back to its original form.


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