Monday 2 May 2016

The little things in life...

There are many times in life when we all feel pretty dull, life would seem and tragic hell and everything around would be obscure and you would feel that life has become a disaster but such things are actually common in life. Its a natural human tendency that we start forgetting the values of things which we have got for free, the same concept we apply to our lives. There are times in our lives, when we actually start undermining our lives. Despite of having the greatest gift of the world i.e. life, we start snubbing it our as if it is just useless. Similarly when we start getting good at things, we start neglecting their worth in our lives and we just kind of become very proud of our things and then we start falling down. Whatever we get easily just become mediocre for us and ahead of that we stop working and that's the reason why we fall down. 

In our life, everything is important. One of the best story that I have ever encounter depicts how much important is this life. There used to be a rich guy who was very much upset of his life, he used to curse his life everyday and just wanted to just go somewhere leaving away everything. As he had bequeathed all his wealth from his millionaire father, he never understood the real worth of money. One day this guy just got out of house and went far away towards the countryside, miles ahead where his lavish bungalow was located. On the way he encountered a small child, may be 10 years old, selling balloons but there was nobody out there to buy the balloons, but the small boy continued standing where he was with great expectations in his eyes that somebody would come and buy his balloons so as to provide him with enough money that he could help his family with food for the day. After watching the small boy for some time, the rich guy went there and bought all the balloons. The little boy was very happy and he just took all the money and ran towards home. Being mesmerized by how much struggle these people have to do to earn the bread and butter for one day, the rich guy followed the small children secretively to his house. The child was very happy that day. After running for around half a kilometer, the child stops in front of small, filthy and  gloomy hut. The rich guy followed the boy till there and then hid himself behind a tree which was just next to the hut. The small boy entered the hut and with happiness and pride in his eyes, he hugged his mom sitting in the hut cooking food for the boy. The mother on watching her child was very happy as the boy has returned after the work for a complete day and sans any delay brought a frugal meal for his son wrapped over in leaves. The boy readily ate the food and asked for some more. The rich guy watched the mother coming towards the corner of the cut (visible from the tree) and the mother took the only two chapatis that were left, and served to the boy. The boy readily ate the two chapatis and then asked his mom, whether food is available for her or not, the mother replied that there is plenty but the rich guy knew could easily from behind the tree that there was nothing. On watching the great plight of these people who didn't even get meals for two times per day, this guy understood the actual worth of life as well as money. 

Just like the rich guy sometimes we all become complacent towards things in our life. Those who have a lot of money, start taking money for money while those have a lot of happiness start taking happiness for granted and this is where we all start failing. Everything in our life is precious. Each and everything in our life is actually a thing of beauty which must always be pampered as a great treasure of life. We all must look forward but we must never leave away things granted to us by the world. We all must think of moving ahead, becoming great but must never leave the small things in our life and remember, only those people who can maintain the small things  in their life are the ones who get the chance to get the bigger ones.....

JAI HIND, JAI BHARAT
JAI MA BHARTI

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