Four Vedas

1. Shyam Veda      1364    Mntras
2. Rig Veda          10581   Mntras
3. Jujjar Veda          1975  Mantras &
4. Adarban Veda     5847  Mantras

My Second Hand Ambassador Car (Part I)

Every person desires from within to possesses a four wheeler.

When ones earnings are less and responsibilities are more one also gets tempted to possess a four wheeler that can also fetch you some etc. amount by plying it as a taxi.

In 1995 both my wife and me were in our eighth year of service and had saved some amount.  (Around Rs. 50,000/-) with which we were intending to go in for a four wheeler in a year or two.  We looked forward to save some more amount in the next couple of years and purchase a second hand Ambassador Car for 1 or 1.5 lakh without taking any loan.

One day while I was doing my correction work in the Sr. Staff Room of DPS Korba one of my colleagues Mr PXX, called me and took me to the Economics Classroom because the class was vacant and he wanted to talk to me alone on some money matter.

He asked me, “Sukhwant, please suggest how can I invest money ? I don’t want to buy land or gold.  I don’t want to go in for any fixed deposits or buy shares”.

I told him, “See, you have caught the wrong person.  I have  no idea how you can invest your money.”

Saying this I had started moving out of the classroom.  While moving out just for fun sake I told, ‘Yes, if you trust me you can leave some cash with me for about couple of years and take the same back from me as and when you would need it.”

His immediate response was, “Take it from me whatever amount you desire within a day or two failing which I may give away the money to someone else.” I said, ‘Give me a days’ time. Let me talk to my wife on the issue.” He said, “OK.”

My dream plan of owning an Ambassador Car and plying it as a taxi seemed to come alive and closer.

That evening after my wife Rina came back from the school I had a word with her.  She didn’t like the idea of borrowing any money from Mr. PXX but then I had prodded her and tried to convince her that we won’t have any problem in returning the amount in time. I gave her example of Mr. H.S. Khurana, a family friend.  He had purchased an old Omini Van Maruti for about Rs.65000/- some two years before and was plying it successfully mainly on Jamnipali – Champa route so much so that he used to send his Van thrice a day to Champa almost on regular basis and each trip used to fetch him a profit not less than Rs. 200/-.  Within two years time Mr. Khurana had purchased two Ambassador Cars, one old and one from the show room.  He had also purchased a TATA Truck.  And his story of success had all started from Omini Van Maruti.  So I was pretty convinced that our second hand Ambassador Car will also help us to come over our financial constraints and I convinced Rina into agreeing to borrow loan amount from Mr. PXX.  Next morning I confirmed Mr. PXXi that I shall take some money from him within the next fortnight.

Meanwhile I spoke to my Dad who used to live in Jeypore Odisha along with my Mom. I told him to make a trip to Jabalpur where we believed good second hand cars could be procured.

My parents also initially disliked the idea but on my persuasion Dad agreed to go to Jabalpur where my in-laws lived.

We conveyed to my in-laws also and I told Rina’s Dad to look out for a good second hand Ambassador Car and also told him that within a week’s time my Dad would be reaching Jabalpur.

Both our Dads spoke to a Car mechanic called Pappu who had his garage near the Shastri Bridge in Jabalpur.

He (Pappu) took over Dads to Sehora after three days and showed them a white coloured Ambassador Car which belonged to a Rice Mill owner.  Both Dads were pretty much pleased on seeing the Car. According to Pappu the car had been lying in the garage at Sehora unused for the past 6 to 7 months.  Inspite of the long gap when Pappu had tried to start the Car the Car engine had taken off with first turn of the self-key.  Both Dads were pretty much impressed and they finalized the deal with the owner. This blind trust in Pappu later proved to give us so many sleepless nights.

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Over the phone it was conveyed to us that the vehicle would be costing Rs. 1.05 lakhs and it will take another Rs. 15-20 thousand for making the Car perfect.

So the next day I conveyed to Mr. PXX in the school that I need Rs. 75000/- from him.  He said, “I was expecting you would ask for 1.5 to 2 lakhs, I said, “No dear, I would like to borrow only Rs. 75 thousand.”  He said, “OK! Come to my home in the evening.  We shall go straight to the bank and do the needful.”

In the evening I went to PXX’s house with lots of excitement.  He welcomed me and made me sit in his living room.  I was expecting that he would lend the money in cash. But instead he took his cheque book out and sat at his table and had opened his pen to write the amount on the cheque.  While filling the cheque, he asked me to spell out my name and then while he was filling the amount, I still remember he had said, “Sukhwant Dhaiya (2.5) lagega.”

My response was, “Kya ? Dhaiya matlab ?” he said, “2.5% interest per month will be charged which you need to pay in advance.”

I was pretty confused and also a bit shocked because this part I had not calculated.  But then immediately Mr. Khurana’s roaring taxi business flashed in my mind again and provided me with strength to go ahead with the deal.  Moreover with both Dads waiting at Jabalpur with an almost finalized deal also weighed upon me.  I said to him, ‘OK, No problem.” To this he said ‘Have you brought your cheque book ?” On my denial he said, ‘Come let’s first go to your house. You can handover to me the first cheque of Rs. 1875/- towards the interest of Rs. 75000/-.

So we first went to my house.  Rina had returned from the school. I asked her for the cheque book and wrote the amount of Rs. 1875/- on cheque no. xxx446 dated 18.10.1995 and handed it over to Mr. PXX as first installment of interest for the period of October 18^th to November 17^th 1995.

After this both Mr. PXX and me went to the evening branch of SBI Jamnipali.  He deposited the cheque I had given him into his account and I applied for a Demand Draft of Rs. 80000/-.

I applied for leave of 2 days and went off to Jabalpur.  Our plan was to pay the amount, get the car and return to Jamnipali as soon as possible.

Before I could reach Jabalpur an unfortunate event took place in our family. We got the message that my sweet paternal grandmother had passed away in Jamshedpur.

My Dad had to leave immediately for Jamshedpur by train.  Our plan of driving the car to Jamshedpur got hampered.

As I had less time in my hands and the pressure of interest was also there I desired that the car should reach Jamnipali as planned.  Instead of Dad and me driving I hired out a driver through the mechanic Pappu.

Both Dads were so happy with the looks of the car that they didn’t drive the car themselves.  They believed in Pappu to a great extent. Anyway after my Dad left for Jamshedpur Pappu delivered the car at my Father's-in-law place (Fair Deal Apartments, Madan Mahal) and left the keys with me.  He fixed a driver for accompanying me to Jamnipali for next morning and left.  I asked the hired driver to report in the afternoon so that all my in-laws could get a ride in the car and go to Gawri Ghat Gurudwara.

The car that we had brought was splendid in appearance.  It looked like a VIP s Car.

That afternoon my mother-in-law and father-in-law along with my sisters-in-law and brother-in-law got ready and came out of the flat and got into the car.  Other Fair Deal Apartment residents (15 families) were also peeping out of their flats and watching us.  When the driver tried to start the car it didn’t start.  Everyone went back to the house.  I went to Pappu.  He sent a mechanic. He checked the engine and said four of the spark plugs were short.  So immediately I had got the plugs replaced at a cost of Rs. 1200/-.

With disappointment we all slept bit early that night I was excited to drive the car next morning through Amarkantak valley and hoped to reach Jamnipali before 8:00 pm.  Next morning the hired driver arrived at 4:30 am.  I was waiting for him.  My father-in-law was also awake and we all went towards the car. Once again the car engine refused to start.  So we had to try push start.

Dad and me pushed the car out of Hathital Road and reached the main road, i.e., Nagpur road with the engine refusing to start. Finally we positioned the car near Mahanada and then shoved the car with all our might down the slop.  Finally the engine started off.  I touched the feet of Dad, got into the car and thankfully left Jabalpur for Jamnipali a distance of about 450 kms with not so good roads.

After about half an hours drive I took over driving and drove all the way to Jamnipali without any further hassles and was very happy.  The hired driver left for Bilaspur soon after parking the car in front of our house B-654 Yamuna Vihar.  The car looked very beautiful and luxurious.  Little could we guess how much trouble was this going to give us in the days to come and shall prove the famous axiom, “All that glitters is not gold.”

After attending the school for a day or two I had left for Jamshedpur along with Rina and Navleen Kaur who was less than two years old in order to attend my grandmother’s bhog ceremony. We had left the car at Mr. Ahuja’s place (a very close friend).  Soon after returning from Jamshedpur we went to Mr. Ahuja’s place and brought the car home.

I had already requested Mr. H.S. Khurana to extend his taxi facilities to me.

That very evening he gave me a call and told me that an officer from the Irrigation Department Darri wanted to hire the car for the next day for Amarkantak trip and was ready to pay Rs. 800/-.  When I told him that so far we had not deployed a driver, he said that he had one to spare. Both Rina and me were happy and agreed to send the car on its first trip to Amarkantak. We felt pretty rejuvenated at our plan of buying the car. But when Mr. Khurana brought the driver I was reluctant to send the car because we had seen his driving.  He used to work as a driver at Mr. Sudhir Ahuja’s.  His driving was very rough but he assured me that he had given up rough driving and was a safe driver now.

Reluctantly, I had agreed to send the car with that driver. Mr. Khurana also assured me that he was a safe driver.  There were two ways to reach Amarkantak. One was a shorter one from near Ratanpur, but the shortcut was in bad shape, and the other one was via Bilaspur.  Inspite of 40 odd kms which the car would have to travel via Bilaspur I instructed the driver not to take the shorter route.

In the evening the driver came back with the car around 8:00 pm and to my disappointment he told me that he had taken the shorter route.

Next morning when I had gone to clean the car and had raised the engine hood I was further disappointed and troubled to find the presence of oil in the radiator.

On inspecting further I noticed that the chamber of the car had got damaged on that rough road and the oil had got leaked.  When I took the car to the mechanic he inspected and said, “Engine has to be opened and ‘head gasket’ has to be replaced to stop the oil leakage.” I had asked him, “How much would it cost ?”  He replied, “Sir, cost of ‘head gasket’ is Rs. 150/- but the repair cost will be Rs. 700/- plus another Rs. 250/- for cleaning the radiator.  “Altogether Rs. 150/- + Rs. 700/- + Rs. 250/- = Rs. 1100/- plus fuel charges plus two to three days of time that it would take.”

This was for the first time that I had to sit in a mechanic’s garage to get the vehicle repaired. Earlier to this I never had to go to a mechanic’s garage for the scooter that we possessed.  Even for getting the scooter service I used to go to the scooter mechanic in Jamnipali near the vegetable market. The mechanic used to drop me home and then take the scooter with him.  Complete the servicing and then bring it home and I used to go and drop him back.

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The car had to be put into the garage for necessary repairs. It took around five days to get the car back home and it cost around Rs. 1400/-.  To our surprise the next day again oil was found in the radiator. The reason given by the mechanic was that the ‘head gasket’ had not got stuck properly.

So the car engine had to be again put under same repair procedure and it cost me another Rs. 1400/-.  To our bad luck even this time the ‘head gasket’ couldn’t be placed properly and oil reached the radiator.

We decided to take the car to Korba for repair.  On consulting a mechanic in Korba he said, “Before fixing of ‘head gasket’ it is necessary to get both sides of engine head thoroughly rubbed”.  I had responded that “Is it done with sand paper ?”  The mechanic said, “No it is done with the help of machines which are available in Raipur and it would cost Rs. 3000/- and then another Rs. 1500/- for ‘head gasket’ and radiator job.

We were left with no alternative but to go through the whole process yet again.

I’m talking of the times when my home take salary was around Rs. 2800/- and Rina’s around Rs. 2000/-.  We had to send some money back home, pay an interest of Rs. 1875/- and manage our household expenses too.  The principal amount of Rs. 75000/- was also weighing upon our heads.

Against the earning of Rs. 800/- from Amarkantak’s trip we had to spend around Rs. 8000/- on car’s repair.  Due to my school work I was not able to spare time to attend car’s repair. I remember I used to go to Korba garage on our scooter. I used to carry Test Copies along with me, sit there and correct them.

As the whole process was disturbing my professional life I called by Dad and explained to him the whole situation and requested him to take the car away with him to Jeypore and ply it there as a taxi. He agreed for the same and came down to Jamnipali and took the car to Jeypore.

We had remained pretty tensed till we got a call from Jeypore that he had reached safely without any problems and the car was in good condition.  He also said that whosoever was seeing the car was highly appreciating it. We hoped that at least now the car would start providing us good earning. But we were again to be proved wrong very soon.

At Jeypore Dad sent the car on its first trip to Rayagada which is at a distance of 110 kms. The road is full of ghats.  The driver while driving on one of the ghats dashed the car from the left side on to a road side.  The trip fetched Dad Rs. 700/- and he had to spend Rs. 1500/- on denting and painting of the car.

Soon Dad took the car to Vishakhapatnam for his personal work. There he showed it to Captain Sharan protruding uncle Sharma who was a close family friend. He was to retire soon from Indian Navy and intended to shift to his native place in Himachal Pradesh.  When he saw the car he was highly impressed and requested Dad to sell it off to him.  He and his family members drove the car in Vishakhapatnam for about 3-4 days.  After being thoroughly satisfied he offered Dad 1.5 lakh for the car. He told Dad that he should take the car back to Jeypore and after few days he will visit along with his whole family by train and while returning will take the car with him.

Dad called me from Vishakhapatnam and asked me what should be done.  By then we had almost spent about 1.35 lakh on the car.  We had not brought the car for selling it but the way we were troubled I gave my green signal to Dad to sell it off to Sharan uncle. But things were not going to be so easy.

With no steady income from the car Rina and we had started feeling the suffocation. We were having sleepless nights.  Interest installment of Rs. 1875/- had started pinching us to a great deal.  More that the interest now we had started worrying about the principal loan amount of Rs. 75000/-

We all started looking forward to Sharan uncle’s visit.

It had so happened that after having met Sharan uncle in Vishakhapatnam when Dad was returning to Jeypore one of the front wheels of the car had gone loose. Dad said, “While driving the car over Salur ghat all of a sudden I saw something rolling in front of the car.  I applied the brakes as soon as I realized that it was one of the front wheels.”

He was fortunate that the car had not toppled off.

He had to go back to Vishakhapatnam by taking lift, get the mechanic from there along with necessary tools and spares and had got the wheel placed properly which had cost him more than Rs. 4000/-. 

(To be continued)

‘Coming Together of Goddess Laxmi & Saraswati’

Normally it’s believed that Goddess of Wealth ‘Laxmi’ and Goddess of Knowledge ‘Saraswati’ do not come together.  Their blessings are seldom showered together on a person.  If it happens it’s very rare.  In other words people who are very wealthy do not have children who are good in studies and on the other hand those whose children are good in studies are seldom effluent.
One of the persons that I have come across in my life upon whom both these Goddessess were merciful was Dr. Uday Kumar Sahu.  I met him way back in 1983 at SCB Medical College, Cuttack.  He was in second year MBBS alongwith my childhood friend Dr. V.S.V. Prasad.
I had gone to Cuttack to pursue my PG in English Literature in Ravenshar College.
Instead of staying in the hostel of Ravenshaw College, wherein I was enrolled, I was fortunate to stay at Dr. Prasana Kumar Prusty’s (Proff. of Medicine at SCBMCC) house along with my classmate Shivendu Sen who was from Anantpur, Odisha.
Prasad was the most brilliant among all my school mates and college mates.  He had qualified for pursuing MBBS in the year 1982 itself.  Because of his presence in Cuttack I was permitted to do my PG in Cuttack which was around 500 Kms away from Jeypore, our native place.
As I stayed in the residence of Dr. Prusty I used to have my food in the Medical College mess, which was run by Vishwanath, instead of Ravenshaw College mess.
Shivendu Sen and me used to spend most of our second half in the medical campus. Due to this I could befriend various medicos of SCBMCC which included Dr. Uday Kumar Sahu.  He was allotted a room in the New Boys Hostel but used to be in Prasad’s room very often.
One of his paternal uncles Amar Kumar Sahu was a renowned person of Jeypore.
Uday belonged to a family involved in liquor business both Desi and Foreign in two states, i.e.,  Odisha and Andhra Pradesh.  His father had unfortunately met with an untimely death.  He could have easily joined his family business empire but he preferred to go in for doing his MBBS.  Moreover, we used to appreciate him all the more because of the fact that he had cleared the competition and had qualified for the seat in SCBMC Cuttack and had not got in through any unfair means.
His family used to live in Titlagarh.  His mother out of pure love had sent a new Contessa Car for him.  Instead of feeling happy Uday had rather felt embarrassed and had sent the car back by giving the excuse that Cuttack lanes were too narrow for a big car.  His mother had immediately sent a replacement in the form of a Fiat (small) car for him.  He already had a Bajaj Chetak, best two wheeler of those days. Instead of parking the car in the Medical Campus he preferred to keep his car in their ware house which was situated in Cuttack itself so that he could avoid embarrassment.
Uday seldom took his scooter out when we all friends used to go out.  As we all moved on our bicycles he too used to join us on a bicycle or hop on one of ours.
Once I remember he had asked Shivendu Sen and me. "How much amount do you spnd in a month?"  On being told that we were managing with about Rs. 400/- to Rs. 500/- per month, he too had tried to do so.  How many rich brats will do this ?
I can also recall the few journeys that we had taken in his Fiat car to Puri and Nua Nui beach.  He used to make us all pay for the fuel charges on contributory basis.  However, after reaching Puri he used to give us all a lavish lodging boarding facility in his family Guest House of Puri.
I had the opportunity of meeting Uday way back in December of 1994 when I had gone to Hyderabad to get trained by CIEFL and Plymouth England faculty members as ELT Resource Person of CBSE. He had not changed a bit.  He had completed his PG in Pediatrics  and was working as CMO of CDR Hospital, Hyderabad.
He still resides in Hyderabad along with his beautiful and smart wife Abhilasha and two naughty and cute teen aged boys.
Dr. Uday Sahu has proved himself to be one of the renowned Pediatrician of South India.
His family still awaits him to join their business empire but his love for the noble profession that he is in is not deterring him from his path.  May God bless him and his family and may his tribe increase.

Talent Vs Good Behaviour

A person may be exceptionally intelligent and talented but unless he is well behaved he is not accepted by the society.  Temporarily his associats may adjust with him but such people can’t build long term relations with anyone.

On the other hand a person with less intelligence and talent is liked by people around him if he has a good behavior.

Now the question which rises is, “What is good behavior ? and “What is bad behavior?”

We will have to see things at two levels, surface level and deeper level.  At surface level ‘shouting’ and ‘yelling’ at someone is bad behavior and being ‘polite’ and ‘soft’ is good behavior.  ‘Wishing’ people we meet, everyday or the known is good ‘not wishing’ them is bad.  ‘Rinsing the utensils’ in which we eat is good ‘not rinsing’ after we have finished is bad, and so on.  These are all outwardly behavior which can easily be seen and also learnt. 

A person gets recognized and liked or disliked due to his behavior which may or may not be physically visible but can be felt by others.

In this context things that matter are :

In execution of ones work. Does the person complete his tasks with efficiency or does he need to be prodded every now and then ?

Is he a facilitator of the policies of the company or an institute or acts as a hindering block in attaining the goals ?

Socially whether one is a supporter type or a back stabber ? whether one has an open mind or is a bigot ?

A person with good habits can only make a permanent impression on the minds of people and can make a permanent place in people’s heart. His high achievement can’t do so. 

Think Twice Before Entrusting Your Girls to Family Friends

Mr. Mohan is perplexed.  He is unable to decide as to how he should help a Class XI girl of his school.

Mr. Mohan is heading a very reputed educational institute of the country. His school is situated in one of the remotest parts of the country.  Inspite of its remoteness the school is known for its best board results.  Children of the school also qualify in professional exams. Mr. Mohan himself has been conferred with many Sate & National level awards.  He is one of the most popular Principals of the area.  Parents, staff and students love him.

This is the reason why Jia (name changed) had shared her problem directly with her Principal Mr. Mohan.  She had suffered a lot from having been humiliated sexually by the son of one of their family friends.  She has been going through the pain since summer break and finally decided to teach a lesson to the boy so that he won’t dare to repeat it with another girl.

Jia has been studying in the school from class Nursery onwards and is an exceptionally brilliant child.  Mr. Mohan had always felt nice to felicitate her on stage every year during various Inter House Competitions.  She is one of the best athletes of the school.

Jia with her friend had walked into her Principal’s Mohan Rao’s Chamber and requested for making a call from his landline.

It is a normal practice followed by students who have some problem to call their parents from Principal’s Chamber.

Mohan Rao gestured through his eyes that yes she can.

But instead of picking up the phone she requested him to spare some time to listen to her.  She sent her friend out and herself moved towards the chair and sat on it.

Principal said, “Yes, Jia, what’s your problem. ? Hope you are in good health.”

Jia said, “I’m fine but not so fine and want to share my personal problem with you if you have enough time.”

Principal assured her in an affectionate voice, “Yes, Jia I do have free time.  Please tell me why are you troubled ?”

Jia said, “Sir during the winter break as my parents had to go to the home town they had left me behind with one of our family friends. They have two sons, one is in Class VI in our own school and the elder one is studying in class XII in my mother’s school.

Uncle was also out of station.  Anuty slept with both of her sons and made me sleep in a separate bed room so that I can be comfortable.  From her side she tried to make me feel as comfortable as possible.  At around 3:00 am I felt someone touching me.  When I woke up completely I realized that the elder son whom I always treated as my elder brother was lying with me on the bed and was holding me down with his hand.  He had pressed his hand on my mouth lest I may shout. Initially I didn’t shout out of embarrassment and later I didn’t dare because of the awkward position we were lying. I had felt that if I had shouted Aunty and the younger son would have come and seen us in that odd position and Aunty would naturally support her son and would have blamed me for having called him to my room.  Inspite of my resistance he did what he wanted to.  I cried the whole night.  At 6:00 am I made a call to my mother and told her everything.  I got ready and as per my mother’s advice and shifted to another Aunty’s place by 7:00 am.

After three days when my parents returned we went to their home and as I had feared Aunty told, “My son was called into the room.” “Tell me Sir, if I was interested then why would I be complaining.” Principal said, “Yes, I do understand. What happened next?”

Jia said, “Now my parents want me to keep quite over the issue.  I’m ready to keep quite but the boy is troubling me.  He is going around and telling everyone in this area that he has had me.  So you can imagine how I must be feeling.  Everyone is looking at me with bad eyes.”

“Without telling my parents I had dialed 1089 to register a complain against the boy.  They provided me with a cell no. I have come to you advise as to what should I do.”

Principal, “Let me talk to your parents.”

Jia, “No Sir, they will not like the idea of me having told you this.”  My parents are planning to shift me from this place.  My point is why should I suffer because of the boy’s fault?.

I’m feeling humiliated in the eyes of my friend.  My parents are not supporting me.  Aunty is blaming me. And this boy is going around boasting about his machoness.

Principal said, “See Jia, it was not a macho act done by the boy.  Rather it was a very cowardly of him to have done so.

“It is sad but true that majority of the parents behave exactly as your parents are doing.”

“You don’t bother about what your Aunty is saying.  You know the truth and that is more than enough.”

“How are you sure that the boy is spreading information about you ?”

Jia, “I’m not sure but the other day when I had gone to the Stadium I believe there were few boys of other school who were eyeing me differently.”

Principal, “May be you are prejudiced.  Don’t worry about what people are saying.”

“It’s sad that you have gone through a bad experience I would really love to have a word with your parents in this regard.”

Jia, “No Sir, please, it’s my humble request not to talk to them.  I plead you, if I talk and complain to the no. that I have won’t they arrest him.  Will my name get revealed ?  I would love it if they act on my complain and arrest him and put him behind bars without involving me and my parents?”

Principal, “I’m afraid it’s not as easy as you are desiring,”

Jia, “Then Sir leave it.  I’m already feeling comfortable after having spoken to you.  Your support and faith in believing in me has given me lot of courage.”

Saying this she left for the class leaving behind the Principal.

Mr. Mohan is bit worried as to how to deal with such a situation. 

Parents of teenagers should be very careful. Specially parents of girls should take all precautions. They need to think a lot before entrusting the responsibility to someone to look after them during their absence. 13.7.2015

Let’s Pray to be Earnest, Hopeful & Humble!

Many have come and many have gone. 

Many will come and many will go.

The life that we live is unfathomable.

Life is a process of ups and downs.

Paupers become Kings and Kings paupers.

Strength and ego get shattered in no time.

The meek becomes the ruler.

Few get recognized and become renowned.

Few remain inconspicuous throughout their life.

There are moments that make us rejoice.

And then there are moments that make us lament too.

We rise we fall.

We cry we laugh.

We fight we love.

We take we give.

We live the worst moments of life.

We are blessed with the best moments too.

We can learn to bear the brunt.

And also learn to live in ecstasy.

Only if we learn to accept the doing of the Lord in all its earnestness and remain hopeful during difficult & sad moments and humble during good and happy moments of our life.

Sukhwant Singh Thaper

16.07.2015

Why Not be Good on All Days ?

Today is the morning assembly children of Class IV-B took up the theme of Id-Ul-Fitr and explained its relevance and importance. In their speeches they conveyed how Id-Ul-Fitr marks the end of the holy month of Ramadan (Ramzan) in which Muslims keep fast for the whole day for 30 days.

Followers of various religions observe such fasts according to their customs.

During such times followers are also supposed to remain truthful and honest and also adopt non-violence methods.

Various countries who are at war also declare ceasefire during such days.

My point is why do we have to restrict our truthfulness, honesty, non-violence to a certain limited no. of days or a month ?

Why can’t we remain so 365 days of the year ?

How beautiful the world will turn out to be .

Let’s pray to the Lord for such blessings.

Sukhwant Singh Thaper

17.07.2015