English Literature – Book-Review – Lines of Fate – Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

By Hemant BawankarNo Comments

Lines of Fate

Amazon Link – >>>> Lines of Fate

e-abhivyakti.com congratulates Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji for this most successful book released on 20th June 2020.  Excerpts from the Amazon as on 18th July 2020 itself describes the success story of less than one month.

Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #644

Ms Neelam Saxena Chandra

(Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is a well-known author. She has been honoured with many international/national/ regional level awards. We are extremely thankful to Ms. Neelam ji for permitting us to share her excellent poems with our readers. We will be sharing her poems on every Thursday. Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra ji is  an Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division. )

☆ Book Review – Lines of Fate: First Love and Other Stories by Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra☆

Lines of Fate: First Love and Other Stories by AKS Publishing House written by Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Often a simple encounter on the path of life can change one’s entire future. “Lines of Fate” by Neelam Saxena Chandra is a collection of such selected, distinctive and unique tales from different walks of life. She has come with this unique collection of short stories to entertain the readers.

When a dice is rolled, one does not know what the outcome will be. Similarly, in an encounter between people, the aftermath is simply indefinite and unidentifiable. Maybe, the lines of fate decide the final outcome. Twists and turns are a part and parcel of each of these stories, written in simple, easy-to-read and lucid language.

We are pleased to reproduce the Book Review by an enlightened reader Mr Javvad Rizvi, Age 33, Bhopal. He is GIS executive at MAPIT Center Bhopal.

Review:

My Ratings – ⭐⭐⭐⭐/5

Quote of the Day –

There are two types of people who will tell you that you cannot make a difference in this world: those who are afraid to try and those who are afraid you will succeed…….

Synopsis –

Lines of Fate by Neelam Saxena is a Short book contains 16 short stories. As I usually prefer reading short fiction this is the perfect book for short story lovers. In this book, the Author did a great job of explaining her point of view in the form of short tales that can be read by anybody without experiencing any boredom. Each and every story has lots of twists and turns in it. Out of 16 stories, I found some of them are really heart touching for me but some are just Okay but those stories contain some morals or messages for readers.

Each and every story comprises of lots of feelings and emotions which either makes you Happy or makes you Cry. Author plot each story in a very unique manner to catch their readers until the end of the book. The characterization of the personalities in this book has plotted very clearly by the Author. The twists and turns in every story make it more engaging and intriguing.

Each and every story seems realistic. This is the perfect book for beginners in the field of reading. I am really impressed with Authors work of writing this great book and never get enough of it. I must say i want more from the writer of this book to write more stories like this and entertain the readers with your writing concept.

Here’s a summary of some really good stories from this book.

First Love – This is the story about Sukriti and Bhushan and their little daughter Surili. They both love each other very much. Everything was going perfectly in their life until surili starts acting weirdly.
Their life changed after that incident.

The Book Store – This is the Story about a Book store owner name Mr. Gidlani and their costumers named Waheeda and Martin who loves each other. 10 years later they come to the same book store to thank Mr. Gidlani for supporting them. Their Love story started in his Book store in front of Mr. Gidlani.

The Second Chance – This is the story about College fellows named Toshi and Tushar. Toshi started feeling for Tushar after seeing a love note for her in his notebook but she never discusses this with anyone not even with Tushar due to her reserved nature. Years after her graduation she Met with Tushar again. What happened next is still hidden in this book.

There were more interesting stories in this book to read.

To read more, You have to grab this book and enjoy it till the end page of the book.

Amazon Link – >>>> Lines of Fate

Youtube Link >>>>   Neelam Saxena Chandra

 

© Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Additional Divisional Railway Manager, Indian Railways, Pune Division, Pune

Please share your Post !

Shares

English Literature ☆ Stories ☆ Weekly Column – Samudramanthanam -1 ☆ Mr. Ashish Kumar

By Hemant BawankarNo Comments

Mr Ashish Kumar

(It is difficult to comment about young author Mr Ashish Kumar and his mythological/spiritual writing.  He has well researched Hindu Philosophy, Science and quest of success beyond the material realms. I am really mesmerized.  I am sure you will be also amazed.  We are pleased to begin a series on excerpts from his well acclaimed book  “Samudramanthanam” .  According to Mr Ashish  “Samudramanthanam is less explained and explored till date. I have tried to give broad way of this one of the most important chapter of Hindu mythology. I have read many scriptures and take references from many temples and folk stories, to present the all possible aspects of portrait of Samudramanthanam.”  Now our distinguished readers will be able to read this series on every Saturday.)    

Amazon Link – Samudramanthanam 

 ☆ Weekly Column – Samudramanthanam -1 ☆ 

 

The flux of consciousness, energy, and matter in which nothing is inseparable is Shakti, “Maa Amavarunai”, from her ever-changing Rajas means Vishnu tattva make manifestation possible. When Sattva is about to reach on their threshold the interplay of Sattva, Rajas and Tamas generate first sound, the un-struck sound of ॐ ‘Om’. Then in fast vibrations, first there generate a source of light from center of vibrating Rajas of the Nabhi, Navel of Lord Vishnu. Same time the Tamas fall out separately, study without motion means Lord Shiva and that source of light is actually Lord Brahma, the father of all creature.

When one cycle is completed then again, all three Sattva, Rajas and Tamas merge in to one and complete darkness again. This is the process of manifestation and un-manifestation or creation and obliteration. This is ongoing from immortal time. No one can identify space and time separately in the phase of obliteration.

So, when that light source or Brahma is generated from the Nabhi, Navel of vibrating ‘Rajas’ or Vishnu. He saw that my source of generation is coming from center of vibrating energy. This thinking separated consciousness and matter in that light and a body is appear who is in panic because he was all alone. He bends his head towards that vibrating energy which was also taken the form of beautiful nature creation. So as consciousness of Brahma passes through energy and matter of hid body all his senesce generated then he asked from Lord Vishnu, “O! my creature, who I am and who are you? Why we are alone why I am emerging from your body part from where a beautiful amalgamation of matter (Lotus flower) is going outside, over which I am setting. Please say something because I am feeling very lonely and I am very fearful. I don’t know why my structure upper part has one hole (mouth) which is vibrating and a different sensation is going outside in this vast space? I just feel that something from my middle part of body (heart) is going towards my most upper part (brain) then some sensation is coming out from this hole (mouth)”

 

© Ashish Kumar

New Delhi

Please share your Post !

Shares

English Literature – Weekly Column – From Nidhi’s Pen # 13 ☆ The Migrant Worker ☆ Dr. Nidhi Jain

By Hemant Bawankar1 Comment

Dr. Nidhi Jain  

(Dr. Nidhi Jain is an Assistant Professor at Bharti Vidyapeeth, College of Engineering, Pune. She selected teaching as her profession, but it was a dream to be a litterateur. Her first book कुछ लम्हे  is a culmination of her interest. Her time management of family,  profession (Teaching in engineering science) and literature is exemplary. Today we present her short story with poem “The Migrant Worker“.)

☆ Weekly Column ☆ From Nidhi’s Pen  #13 ☆ 

☆ The Migrant Worker ☆  

I woke up in the morning, in the darkness only small light coming from the night lamp which was hanging on the wall. I started searching for my watch which I keep on my bedside table. It was 4 O’ clock in the morning. I started to toss and turn on my bed. After 15 minute, I started feeling uncomfortable. I wanted to get rid of my bed. The smooth bed, silk bed cover and woolen cozy quilt were not able to comfort me.

I went to the drawing-room which was full of beautifully decorated things. I rolled my eyes on the showcase. I started gazing each and every object sleeping comfortably on the showcase. I consoled myself that they were non-living, without heart and blood. They all beautifully decorated and transported from across the world.

I went outside into the balcony. Night was still holding the dark clouds. The stars were smiling and telling me, “I will go soon from the sky when the big boss sun comes to meet us. The sun is like a policeman for all the stars”. These stars captured and stole the light of the sun. When the sun comes they have to run.  The moon is the leader of all thieves. He remains full night in full swing without taking rest. The moon motivates the star to stay fearlessly in the sky without caring about the guilt of stealing the light.

Street lights were on. The rains drops were dazzling from the sky. They were meant to fall. The leaves of the trees were holding their hands sometimes. But the weight of the rain drops was increasing; the leaves cannot hold the pressure and stress and allow rain drops to fall. The edges of the building were also pushing rain drops to fall because they were meant to fall.

The breeze was touching my cheeks. Hairs were holding the hands of the breeze to fly but not able to leave their roots. The temples of my face were still talking with the worries. The hot air was jumping from my nostril to escape, from the inner lava that makes the eye to remain open.

The eyes were the window for the outer world. The eyelids were stuck on the roof of my eyes, not allowing to shut, which was governed by the chemicals of my brain. The worries were in full swing. They were rolling inside the brain doing all sorts of exercises to keep me awake.

Tensions are the output of all types of exercises the brain does. I was gazing and allowing my ears to do some work.

The only person I saw sleeping comfortably was the migrant worker in the half-constructed building. I stopped myself. I started churning and juicing my tensions. I instructed my mind to throw the dirt of mind. What I was thinking about? Is this way of living? What is my destiny? Peace is the only destiny.

Now the world became pleasant. The ears started listening to the beautiful music of the chirping of the birds. The darkness started fading. The breeze started kissing me. I was here to change myself, not the others. The world was only a reflection of ourselves. The shades of worries started running from my body. I was waiting for the sun to come. Feet started working and took me to the bed. I went to sleep again with a smile on my face.

 

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

Full day he works,

Taking mud and sand,

Never takes rest,

Works his best,

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

 

Night lamps are on or shut,

Nation economics are up or cut,

Rich are behind name or fame,

His hopes are concentrating on work not on dirty game,

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

 

No house, No bank balance,

No insurance, No worries,

Only single bed to sleep,

Days are passed, but nights are only to sleep.

Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, he went to sleep again.

©  Dr. Nidhi Jain,  Pune

Please share your Post !

Shares

English Literature – Poetry ☆ Chirmritak –the Eternally Dead☆ Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

By Hemant BawankarNo Comments

Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

(We are extremely thankful to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji for sharing his literary and artworks with e-abhivyakti.  An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. Presently, working as Senior Advisor, C-DAC in Artificial Intelligence and HPC Group; and involved in various national-level projects.

We present an English Version of Shri Sanjay Bhardwaj’s Hindi Poetry  “चिरमृतक” published previously as ☆ संजय उवाच – चिरमृतक ☆  We extend our heartiest thanks to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji for this beautiful translation.)

☆ Chirmritak –the Eternally Dead ☆

– The day was very bad.

-Why?

– There was a death in the neighbourhood.  Went there early in the morning.  Later on, the whole day was a waste as no work could be done properly.

-How else could it be, since it is inauspicious to see the face of the deceased right in the morning.

Especially, the last sentence was said in such a way as if the person saying it, has been conferred with ‘Amarpatta’ –the robe of deathlessness.

Just ponder over this sentence as not making of a formula of Shubha-Ashubh, the auspicious and ominous.  Just a point to consider: After all, who stares at you in the mirror every morning?  Who else but yourself!… How many births have you taken to reach here. How long has been your journey of of births and rebirths… How did every life come to an end… by death only? Isn’t? And, how were you reborn from the death?  You see the face of the ‘Chirmitrak’, the eternally dead everyday! Also,  the other aspect of this cycle is that you see the face of the resurrected one who is dying daily. Between Chiramritak, the eternal dead

or Chirjanma, the eternally born, you have to decide, which one are you!!

Always remember that, not through seeing the faces physically, but it’s the internal soulful life and death from within, that makes and sustains the lives.

Jeejivisha, the Will to live  and diligence infuse the life into breath.

Look at the life; and live the life…!

 

≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡  ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡ ≡

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM
Pune

Please share your Post !

Shares

English Literature – Short Story – ☆ Inexhaustible ☆ – Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

By Hemant BawankarNo Comments

Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

(We are extremely thankful to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji for sharing his literary and artworks with e-abhivyakti.  An alumnus of IIM Ahmedabad, Capt. Pravin has served the country at national as well international level in various fronts. Presently, working as Senior Advisor, C-DAC in Artificial Intelligence and HPC Group; and involved in various national-level projects.

We present an English Version of Shri Sanjay Bhardwaj’s Hindi Short Story “अक्षय” published in today’s  ☆ संजय दृष्टि  – अक्षय.  ☆ We extend our heartiest thanks to Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi Ji for this beautiful translation. )

 

☆ Inexhaustible ☆

 

In the childhood, he had read the story of three *’D’*. *Daya*, the kindness, is expected from the demons; *Daman*, the sensory repression from the deities, and *Daan*, the donations from the humans.

He was a pauper, had nothing to give.  Then, he started giving a portion of his bread to others.  He started drinking water only after distributing it to the thirsty people. He would give supporting hands to the little ones and  accompaniment to the elders.

As the adage goes, the pauper’s accumulation always remained inexhaustible.

 

© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM

Please share your Post !

Shares

English Literature – Short Story – ☆ The Right Choice ☆ – Shri Suraj Kumar Singh

By Hemant Bawankar1 Comment

Shri Suraj Kumar Singh

 

(Mr. Suraj Kumar Singh is a young and dynamic author.  He is also an editor of “Young Literati”  (E-Magazine). Today, we present an excellent story “The Right Choice”) 

 

☆ The Right Choice ☆

 

My ten year old son came back home from school frustrated. I shifted my gaze from the newspaper I held open with both hands onto him. “What happened my boy? Is everything alright?” He didn’t reply. I remembered it was result declaration day today and thought that his grades are bad and that’s why he is tensed and is not talking straight. “So what was your result champ?” He pushed his report card across the table and said in a not so enthusiastic tone, “Eighty nine percent only.”

“Brilliant! Excellent! Amazing! But are you going to tell me now why you are so upset?” He said he was unhappy because a classmate of his scored one percent more and became class topper. “That’s it? That is the reason you are upset champ? Come on dear bring it on. Your grades are too good to be upset.” I tried to raise his spirit but all my efforts went in vain.

Later that day I found him quarrelling with his sister about the lights. “Ease up children.” I asked them to stop shouting and then requested them to stay quite. I asked my daughter first, what is the matter? She said that when she switched on the lights he came uninvited and started yelling at her for no reason. I interrupted her right there. “There my child you are not entirely correct. If smoke is there then there must have been a fire! As much as I know my son he is not mad that he will yell at anyone for no reason. There has to be a reason. There must be a reason. Now you champ, it s your turn to defend your action. So say.

” He began, “It is daytime and there is already enough natural light in here. So why it is necessary to light all the lamps around here?”

“Hmm…. you have a got a point champ! But isn’t it the same stuff that you have been doing all along?” This one statement perplexed him.

I continued, “Yes champ that is what you and your friends were doing! Lighting a lamp where there is already enough light.” His confusion deepened further.

So I asked him a few question to begin with. “Why is it that you want to stand out in the field of academics only? Even in academics you performed exceptionally well but you are still not satisfied with yourself as you are jealous of your classmate whose score was just one percent greater than yours. You are very good musician and as much as I know there no musicians other than you in the whole class. So, why do you want to compete with that guy? And why do you wish to stand out by lowering someone else’s stature? Why don’t you try raising your own instead? I mean you can showcase your musical talent to feature your uniqueness and individuality before others. And that boy who came third is a very good painter if I am not wrong. And I have also heard that there is no artist like him in the entire class. Ask yourselves if you require anything else to be unique. Never solely focus to excel in one field. Explore the unexplored, try to go where nobody else has ventured before because it’s never wise to light the lamp where it’s already bright. Wise are those who try to light a lamp where there is dark. And that is what I call the right choice.”

 

© Suraj Kumar Singh, Ranchi

Please share your Post !

Shares

English Literature – Short Story – ☆ The creator and the destroyer ☆ – Shri Suraj Kumar Singh

By Hemant Bawankar1 Comment

Shri Suraj Kumar Singh

 

(Mr. Suraj Kumar Singh is a young and dynamic author.  He is also an editor of “Young Literati”  (E-Magazine). Today, we present an excellent story “The creator and the destroyer”) 

 

☆ The creator and the destroyer ☆

 

Once, the Creator joined the Destroyer for tea. Seated high above in what theists call heaven they started discussing about the creations and destruction tools whose emergence wasn’t their business at all.

“Hey Destroyer, did you see that?” The Creator tried to point out towards one thing out of billion other things going on.

“See what?” The Destroyer asked in dismay.

“Humans used chemical weapons in Syria that affected many innocents!”

“I know dear but I want to make it loud and clear that I am not responsible.” The destroyer’s face looked as if he sought acquittal.

“Hmm…. neither am I, my friend. It’s them.”

The discussion deepened further. “The only mistake of ours isn’t keen on correcting itself as we thought. It rather wants to correct us! And their interference has no limit. In fact, I can admit in all seriousness that it is more than possible that man will learn to bend time and space, travel across times, open gateways to other dimensions and multiverses. And in their quest to find answers they might come and knock our doors someday. If that happens then they might replace us too.” Creator presented his speculation and summed up his view to which Destroyer replied, “But we aren’t responsible for their miseries. Why would they think we deserve punishment at all? They are the results of our creations so why would they punish us for their own wrongdoings. They can’t replace us. They can’t punish us.”

The Creator added, “No my dear, I have no objection with humans taking over our places but I highly doubt that they would be able to carry out our tasks and maintain the balance. Not because they are any less able than us but because their greed, anger, ego, jealousy etc will never allow them to make right decisions.”

“Now this, my friend, is a question which even a gaze into the future won’t help to answer. Only the moment of their arrival will tell.”

 

© Suraj Kumar Singh, Ranchi

Please share your Post !

Shares

English Literature – Short Story – The Accidental Son – Shri Suraj Kumar Singh

By Hemant Bawankar4 Comments

Shri Suraj Kumar Singh

The Accidental Son

(e-abhivyakti welcomes Shri Suraj Kumar Singh from Ranchi. Mr Suraj is a young and dynamic author.  He is also an editor of “Young Literati”  (E-Magazine)

“How many times do I have to repeat? Don’t you get what I want you to learn? Are you really that naive or Mr. Shah was right when he said that you are mentally challenged? You see I always felt nervous about leaving you in this selfish world alone only because you don’t show any signs of maturity. If you want to survive you need to take lessons. You need to learn how to deal with things. The world isn’t as benevolent as you think. This world no doubt is a big place but offers limited opportunities and when the opportunity knocks your door you need to open and let it in. Understood?”

While all these was being said to 16 year old Rahul by his father Mr. Singh he was simply trying to figure out what wrong he has done on letting an elderly woman pensioner exchange her place with him in the cash counter queue of the bank earlier that day. The lady probably had some issues with her knees due to which she couldn’t stand long enough. There were others who would who would have helped her in getting before the counter but nobody acted except young Rahul. Others only carried it up to sympathising but he took a stand. However this act by Rahul annoyed Mr. Singh greatly. This was not the first occasion he witnessed his 16 year old son acting in a manner that was somewhat stupid according to him.

Mr. Singh belonged to a class of people who proudly called themselves ‘practicals’ which literally means those who have a practical attitude towards everything. His thoughts also carried the legacy of another class of people who proudly call themselves ‘opportunists’. As a result he had two principles in life: an opportunity needs to be honoured and the world is not meant for kind and humane. Gentle are weak. These principles shaped his thought process in 35 years of career as a teacher. These 35 years period was a duration in which he learned little but followed more, gained less and lost more.

Mr. Shah the cunning neighbour was a kind of person who relised on two types of situations; in sparking conflagration between people and by showing off proudly even the puniest achievement of his own and his family members. So he loved two things; to belittle others and to show off.

When the lecture was over Mr. Singh looked straight into the eyes of Rahul expecting him to conform. But as usual there was no sign of it.

“I think Mr. Shah was right! This boy has lost sanity and will never grow up.” Then he switched his gaze to Mrs. Singh and facing her he passed a proclamation. “Your boy is a born loser and will never achieve anything in life.”

However this extravagant proclamation by Mr. Singh was not made the first time and Mrs. Singh as well as Rahul were both used to it. Mrs. Singh however knew her son better than Mr. Singh and had no complains with her son’s behaviour. In fact she was quite happy that her son was gentle, polite, kind and humane and caring; quite opposite of what his father wanted him to be.

The whole afternoon Rahul remained entangled to the analysis of the thoughts that were not his own but were rather in a train that was not to halt at the platform of his mind. That day in the evening, he left his house to attend his tuition classes. It was 4 pm when he left. While on the short walk to the bus stop he was thinking why it that his father is never happy is and what can he do make him happy. On reaching the bus stop his eyes fell on a lady standing ahead in the queue waiting. By appearance she was probably in her late thirties. But he could see that she was tensed, kind of worried about something. Her right shoulder was turned a little sideways allowing her to swing head between the road in her front and backward. He didn’t know the reason behind this unusual behaviour of her until he saw two guys making a quirky smile standing in the same queue four people after her. They were constantly gazing at her with lustful eyes and were probably discussing something disgusting. Annoyingly out of all twenty people present there none was concerned about this except young Rahul. “Rascals”, he deplored them. The bus arrived after seven minutes. The lady being the first in queue entered the bus first and was followed by others waiting in the queue including those two. The duo remained passive throughout the journey. At the final stop the passengers remaining in the bus started boarding off one by one. The lady took the southward street that was rarely crowded. Rahul headed the opposite way. But he turned once to check those two strangers and astonishingly found out that they were following her. He was already five minutes late for his class. But having an eerie feeling about things happening around he decided to follow the trail. He decided that once the lady reaches a safer location he will get back. So he started chasing the strangers with a steady pace. The lady was followed by those two suspicious strangers whose real intentions were unknown to both the lady and Rahul and the suspicious strangers were being followed by Rahul. The street which led to a lonely corner of that place the freak duo increased their pace suddenly and one of them came closer to the lady and grabbed her right hand. Before he could grab the other hand she resisted and punched one of them in the stomach and tried to run away from the spot but the second one caught her by her hair. He pulled her brutally and slammed her head upon the road. Then he gagged her and both of them dragged her below a thick trunk tree away from the road. Rahul was seeing all this while hiding behind an old rusty car near them. He was in a complete shock. He couldn’t think what to do and who to ask for help. He was sweating profusely since it was first time in his life he was witnessing this kind of violence. He took deep breaths and tried to calm himself a little. Then he realised that he needs to do something as the place was lonely and nobody could be seen. So there was no question of reaching anyone to seek help. He tried to gather some courage but the fear struck! The fear instilled by the taunts from his dad saying he will never ever seek success in anything he takes part, a fear of not standing up to his dad’s expectations, the fear of consequences not following his dad’s philosophy of throw the trouble in other’s net as he advocated that never ever make someone else’s problem yours; don’t be a saint and start finding solutions for them, ignore them and don’t waste your zeal to solve their problem. But he knew that this fear has prevented him from achieving things in life before and he knew that he has fight it right now or else another tragedy will be struck to humanity in front of his eyes and he will forever blame himself for not trying to prevent it when he could. Then there was a surge of courage and strength in him. A boy shy and weak was now ready to confront the molesters no matter what.

He eased out an iron rod from the open bonnet of the rusted car rushed towards the goons. He banged the rod on the head of the one holding the victim as hard as he could. The blow left him unconscious. Then he moved to confront the other one. Rahul tried to hit on his head but he dodged to avoid the swing. That ninja style dodge saved his head but couldn’t save his mouth. The strike resulted in the breaking of all his incisors and canines. He started moaning in great pain but he was not in a mood to give up. He thought of taking revenge from Rahul so he stood up with an open jaw exposing his bloody mouth. He probably tried to take out some kind of small weapon from his pocket; probably a blade or a knife but before he could yield his weapon Rahul poked the rod towards his lower abdominal like a javelin after which the molester lost his balance and fell again. This was it! Rahul started showering blows on his legs and the lady started kicking his private parts simultaneously. They continued to beat him together until they were sure that he became unable to move on his own. But the battle was not over yet. The unconscious one was now regaining consciousness. Then Rahul did something unexpected! He picked up stones from the ground. The lady thought that he would pelt the rising molester but he didn’t. Instead he pelted nearby houses and offices. Two minutes later people gathered there in anger to find out who has pelted. But RAhul was gone! Actually he did it intentionally to force them out. His plan was to force the people out of their places and witness the entire episode so that necessary steps can be taken. The people when came out to teach the pelter a lesson found out the victim and the goons. The victim explained the entire situation to the public and police was called. The lady had no proof but the police recognised them as serial offenders and took them in custody. The lady was later escorted to safety.

The next day morning all local newspapers were filled with news headline- “Unidentified Boy Saved Helps A 37 Year Old Woman In Her Fight Against Molesters Mahesh, Daltonganj The nearby office’s CCTV camera recorded the whole episode on the basis of which police reported an accurate account of the incident and mentioned charges in the FIR against two serial offenders who are accused in yesterday’s case too.”

Mr. Singh holding the newspaper said to his wife, “See how strong that lady is! With a little help taught those armed goons a lesson! And here is our son who can’t even move an empty LPG cylinder. This boy doesn’t have a bright future ahead. In order to face difficulties of life one must be strong enough but this boy is weak as hell both mentally and physically. Rahul was hearing all this with a smile on his face. “Don’t laugh it off puttar ji, instead think over these remarks.”

“Sure dad”. Rahul left with the same smile for his school.

So this was Rahul’s story, the accidental son in the making. Is your child a Rahul too? Comment below if you would like to share about the steps you take as a parent in the upbringing of your child. In case you would like to read more pages from the journey of the accidental son, do tell me.

© Suraj Kumar Singh, Ranchi

Please share your Post !

Shares
image_print