Revenge!!!


Revenge!!!

Tenali Ramalinga clearly understood that Thathacharya was furious on him. He is just a court poet, while Thathacharya is the royal family teacher and priest.

If Ramalinga would have tried to confront directly with Thathacharya, that might ruin him similar to the situation, a lamb smashing her head when it collided with a mountain to knock it down.

Analyzing all the situations in detail and taking comparison of the strengths, Ramalinga decided to encounter Thathacharya with intelligence and not directly waging a war in the open.

Since then, Ramalinga started enquiring about the weaknesses of Thathacharya. In this process, one day Ramalinga managed to speak in isolation with Thathacharya’s night watchman Bhadrudu.

Carrying a small package in hand, Ramalinga addressed him, “Hey you, Bhadrudu! If you can give me a small information, all the 100 Varahas in this package will be yours.”

Bhadrudu’s eyes sparkled on hearing ‘100 Varahas’. It was equal to his two months salary and instantly he started calculating about what he could do with that sum.

Ramalinga intercepted his thinking, “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing Sir! What should I reveal to you?” he asked in a humble tone.

Bhadrudu carefully caught the package thrown at him while Ramalinga asked him, “Nothing very important. Tell me what the schedule of our master Thathacharya is after dusk, that’s all.”

Bhadrudu did not smell anything wrong about Ramalinga enquiring about Thathacharya and immediately replied, “There is no daily night routine for the Master Sir. However, twice a week, he goes towards the East Street after its dark and returns in the early hours. Ah! By the way, this night he will go on his way to the East Street.”

“That’s alright Bhadrudu! Keep this matter within you, as a secret,” stating this Ramalinga left the place briskly.

That night Ramalinga reached the East Street before Thathacharya passed through and stood under the shade of a big tree by the side of the street.

After waiting for sometime, he could spot Thathacharya walking into the street from a distance. Ramalinga started shadowing him in the darkness until he walked into the house of a sex worker.

Reaching close, Ramalinga could hear the door being locked from inside in the silence of the night. This was what I am waiting for, Ramalinga said to him and sat in front of the house.

While Ramalinga was waiting, Thathacharya came out of the prostitute’s house just before the dawn when it was still little dark. Immediately, Ramalinga rushed and stood before him. “Good Morning! Master Thathacharya! I now understood the saying ‘Demons chanting hymns’.

I will make your secret to everyone and expose your real nature,” he threatened Thathacharya.

Thathacharya started shivering on hearing Ramalinga. It would be the end of respect if he exposed this matter before the elite class, he should be persuaded not to do so.

Thathacharya thinking so said, “My Dear Ramalinga! You are my dearest of the disciples. Please do not remember this after we leave this place. I will do good to you. I will give you whatever you wish for.”

Jumping with joy within himself, Ramalinga thought that was the time to take revenge out of him.

“Dear master! I have a wish to sit on your shoulders for a distance, since long. Please carry me on your shoulders for a distance and I will forget about all this,” Ramalinga announced.

‘If I don’t do what he says, I should lose hopes on retaining the reputation. Then, it will be like swimming all the seven seas and dying in the pothole in the backyard. I am little blessed, it is still dark, I cannot be so easily spotted by people if I carry him now itself.”

So went on Thathacharya’s thinking and making Ramalinga sit on his shoulders started walking down the street and was passing through a street close to King Rayalu’s bedroom in the palace.

Exactly during that time King Rayalu woke up early and was strolling in the balcony. In the loosening darkness, the King identified Thathacharya carrying someone on his shoulder.

Immediately he called his gatemen and ordered them, “you fellows! Look at the man carrying another man down there on the street. Bring the person sitting on the shoulders of the carrying man kicking and hitting him from there, to me.”

Immediately, the soldiers sprung into action. The always alert and wise Ramalinga understood the situation and got off the shoulders.

“Master Thathacharya! Kindly pardon me. I am a sinner by riding your shoulders, a learned man. Now, let me be relieved of at least part of the sin by carrying you on my shoulders.”

Somehow, though Thathacharya was hesitant, Ramalinga managed to convince, shouldered Thathacharya, and started walking.

Hardly walking a few yards, the soldiers appeared before them and threw Thathacharya on the ground from Ramalinga’s shoulders.

From there, they started dragging him to the King’s presence kicking and hitting him mercilessly.

 Ramalinga with a great effort managed to stop his joy flowing from inside, said to the soldiers, “What are you doing soldiers? Whom do you think you are beating up? He is Royal Family teacher Thathacharya. It is not fair for you to do so with him. You leave him, hear my words…”

The soldiers replied Ramalinga with a rough tone, “Go on! Go your way! Get away from here. We are doing this on the King’s orders” and pulled Thathacharya to the presence of the King.

Rayalu was furious on noticing Thathacharya being booted by the soldiers.

“You Stupids! What did I tell you and what are you doing? You all should be beheaded for humiliating revered Thathacharya.”

Shivering soldiers bowed to the King and pleaded, “Oh My Lord! It was not our mistake, when we entered the street taking your order; Thathacharya was on the shoulders of poet Ramalinga and we following your orders dragged him here.

That is it all. You can confirm this with Master Thathacharya before beheading us.”

Thathacharya was in a big soup. If the whole story was narrated, it again links with the night haul. If that comes out, it is the beginning of the end.

With great pain Thathacharya told, “My Dear King! They were right Ramalinga was carrying me on his shoulders.”

Rayalu regretted for the happening and asked the soldiers leave the place without punishing them. Later, he got Thathacharya treated for the wounds he suffered on taking the beating of the soldiers.

Ramalinga crookedly was in all laughter the whole day for giving Thathacharya a right lesson.

Urs,

SRK

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Its U!!!


You are the Boss!!!

One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written:

‘Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym’.

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself.

The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: ‘Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!’.

One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless.

They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.

There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see himself.
There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:

‘There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth: it is YOU.

You are the only person who can revolutionize your life. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success.

You are the only person who can help yourself.

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your company changes.

Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one responsible for your life.

‘The most important relationship you can have is the one you have with yourself’

Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don’t be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses: Be a winner, build yourself and your reality.

It’s the way you face Life that makes the difference.

Urs,

SRK

 

Fake Love !!!


A BAD BARGAIN!!!

 

Early on in their engagement, he sat near his fiancée saying, “Oh, how I love you…in fact I adore you, you are my life…”

He uttered words of love that she vainly enjoyed listening to. He told her that he could hardly wait for their wedding day, as life away from her was meaningless to him.

He wondered how he had managed to live before knowing her. He assured her that she was the source of happiness in his life.

He was sure to rent a great house that would match his feelings. They would spend their honeymoon abroad, in one of the western capitals.

He carried on talking, repeating words of love, while his girl was lost in her daydreams, which had at last come true.

Suddenly she was aware of her hair dropping across her forehead.

She raised her hand to put it in place and said flirtatiously, “You were in such a hurry that you did not even give me time to have my hair done.”

He said, “Your hair is lovely anyway, and you are quite beautiful.”

She smiled, proudly encouraging him to praise her still more. She said, “You did not even wait for me to get my new dress from the tailor.”

He said, “Have not I said that this does not matter. I never worry about such things as my real aim has been reached.”

She eagerly said, “Are you quite sure?” He said,

“Yes. I swear by my love, that I mean every word.”

She said, “I am very happy. I have always hoped to get a husband who does not care for material things…”

He said, “I am just like that, you can be sure.”

She went on, “You know that money is something that comes and goes. I don’t care much for it. In fact, I give all of my salary to my father who suffers financial difficulties.”

At first he did not answer, and then he said: “It is nice that you help your father. Financial problems cannot be tolerated. Then I suppose we can’t rent a big house!”

She said, “Whether big or small, it does not matter .It should at least be comfortable.”

He said, “Yes, there should be all the necessary amenities: a refrigerator, a cooler, a washing machine…”

She interrupted him saying, “Such items can be bought one by one. At first we can start a simple life. You know that at present my father cannot help us.”

He was silent again. He looked at his watch and then said, “Simplicity is nice. I think we should not go abroad! “

She answered, “Yes that is much better. You know I must pay back my debts!”

No longer could he conceal his disappointment, so he said sharply, “Then, your salary is already spent in advance!”

She said, “Nearly!”

He moved in discomfort saying, “I, myself am in debt, so, I’d better not marry at present.”

Standing up he said, “We may not meet again. I wish you good luck!”

He left quickly as if running away from a monster!

Only few minutes before he had spoken words of love and claimed that he could not live without her. The waiter came to her with the bill that the young man had not paid.

Amused she said to herself,

“I guessed right! I was right to lie about my wealth. How stupid he is! He never thought I was testing him. My bank balance is good and I am not in debt to anyone! Anyway, it was a good experience for me, even if it was a bad bargain.”

Urs,

SRK

Struggle!!!


Survival of the fittest!!!

Deepali wasn’t rich like a millionaire or poor in a manner of being homeless. She was living an average comfortable life. It was made even better when a beautiful baby girl came her way.

She and her husband made sure their daughter had her needs met and they were still able to take a yearly vacation by the beach.

Deepali was a partner in her husband’s business. They both had a different set of duties which kept everything in balance.

One day a devastating blow came to her husband’s business, and over a three year period the business dropped out of site.

Her husband had to totally reinvent himself and was yearning to fulfill a dream with a new vocation.

She was happy for him and supported him fully, but still the money was not coming in.

Deepali began to feel guilty that she wasn’t contributing with any kind of income. It had been a long time since she had worked outside the home and had to work for someone else.

Needless to say she was scared but still had faith that everything would be okay.

She began job hunting and found filling out applications somewhat difficult, especially the part asking for job references.

Keep in mind that she was self-employed with her husband for almost 20 years. It felt as though that didn’t count for anything as she was never called for an interview.

At the time she was job hunting her mom became more ill than she had been and ended up in the hospital for a week.

Once Deepali’s mom returned home she became her mom’s helper one day a week. She did the shopping, changed sheets, vacuumed and did other things that her mother was not able to do anymore.

Of course her mom would pay her for her time and labor but she still felt she needed to find another source of income.

One of the first applications she had filled out finally came through. She passed the interview with flying colors and was told she was “exactly” what they were looking for.

Although it was only part time it was exactly what she wanted. It was important for her to be home when her daughter arrived home from school.

She was told they would be in touch when the schedule was ready. Knowing she had the job made her feel contented and productive again.

Within a few weeks though, she received an e-mail saying that the company had changed the job into a full time position and she was not qualified.

Deepali was devastated. She felt betrayed and felt she had been lied to.

That evening she was alone as her husband and daughter had gone out for the night. She welcomed the aloneness and wanted to drown her sorrows in a hot tub of bubbles.

As she knew she would, she began to cry, softly at first just from the sheer pain of being rejected. Three long years of struggle had finally caught up with her.

Then she became angry; angry at everything from the circumstances that got her there, to God himself.

She cried harder and yelled, “What do you want me to do?” She really felt that God had abandoned her.

When she was able to cry no more, she became exhausted and gave up. It was at that moment that a silent idea came to her to offer other elderly people home care assistance.

Using another talent for computers she printed off some flyers and cards and distributed them to her church, grocery stores and even placed a small ad in the newspaper.

Within a week she had procured two new clients.

Now, even though she’s not a CEO of a major company or a power player she feels happy and productive again. So, had God really abandoned her?

Let’s look at nature for the lessons and the answer.

Before a butterfly can emerge out of it’s chrysalis it has to go through a lot of struggling. Yes, struggling. Each time it lunges out to escape, acids are being removed from its wings.

If someone were to come along and break the chrysalis open for it then the butterfly would die from those acids. In essence the struggle is necessary for the butterfly to survive.

Then in the stillness, when the struggle is over, the butterfly can come out and share its beauty with the world.

We as humans are not any different. There are times that we need to struggle, to rid ourselves of the acids that make up sadness, fear, and anger.

It is only at this time when we are exhausted and still that we begin to hear the Universe whisper to us.  

Try to face the challenges in life and then try to break it with full confidence, and then you can reach greater heights in your life…

All the very best for your bright future….

Urs,

SRK

 

Office Boy!!!


OFFICE BOY!

 

A jobless man applied for the position of “office boy” at a very big firm.

 

The HR manager interviewed him, then a test: clean the floor.

 

 “You are hired” he said, give me your email address, and I’ll send you the application to fill, as well as when you will start.

 

The man replied “I don’t have a computer, neither an email.”

 

I’m sorry, said the HR manager, if you don’t have an email that means you do not exist.

 

And who doesn’t exist, cannot have the job.

 

The man left with no hope at all.

 

He didn’t know what to do, with only $10 US in his pocket.

 

He then decided to go to the supermarket and buy a 10 KG tomato crate.

 

He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round.

 

In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital.

 

He repeated the operation 3 times, and returned home with $60 US.

 

The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late.

 

Thus, his money doubles or triples every day.

 

Shortly later, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.

 

5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US.

 

He started to plan his family’s future, and decided to have a life insurance.

 

He called an insurance broker, and chooses a protection plan.

 

When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email.

 

The man replied: “I don’t have an email.” The broker replied curiously, you don’t have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire.

 

Do you imagine what you could have been if you had an email?

 

The man thought for a while, and replied: an office boy!

 

The moral of this story:

 

1: Internet is not the solution to your life.

2: If you don’t have internet and you work hard you can be a millionaire.

3: If you received this message by email, you are closer to be an office boy, rather than a MILLIONAIRE.

 

Just for fun.. But it’s a real time scenario..

 

Cheers,

 

SRK

 

Coconut Frustration !!!


Coconut Frustration!!!

 

After a storm washed her overboard, Samantha found herself stranded on a desert island (perhaps that deep-discount cruise vacation hadn’t been the best investment).

 

Since Samantha did not know how to fish, the only food was in the trees.

 

Beautiful, ripe coconuts hung from the branches high above her. She stared longingly at them, but none littered the beaches. They all hung high out of reach.

 

She attempted to climb the coconut tree trunks, but they had no branches to grab onto, and her arms were not strong enough to scale them unaided.

 

Though she tried several times, she could not climb even close to the height of the coconuts. By the third day, she was weak with hunger. The large ripe coconuts merely taunted her from the treetops.

 

She dropped to her knees and prayed.

 

“Lord, I’m so hungry. Please drop a few coconuts. I’ll be eternally grateful.”

 

That night a great storm blew in from the sea. Waves surged up the beaches, and rain pelted down from the black sky.

 

Samantha could only huddle beneath the trees and wait for the storm to pass. When dawn and the sun returned, she ventured out.

 

She expected a beach full of coconuts that had been blown down, but only driftwood met her gaze. If any coconuts had fallen, the waves had washed them into the ocean.

 

She screamed and grabbed a chunk of driftwood. She hurled it at the nearest bunch of coconuts. The stick missed its target, thudded against the trunk, and fell to the ground.

 

From that futile act came an idea. Samantha gathered several pieces of driftwood, selecting those that had some heft, but were not too bulky to throw. She hurled the first into the air again, this time putting more effort into aiming.

 

The projectile flew wide, but not by far. On the tenth try, a chunk of driftwood struck a coconut. It fell to the ground at her feet.

 

Samantha squealed and jumped in the air. She pumped her fist in victory and grabbed her prize. She had no knife, but she soon found a jagged rock, which she used to bash open the coconut.

 

The milk slid down her throat, the smoothest sweetest beverage she had ever drunk. The meat tasted better than anything she ever remembered eating.

 

She used the driftwood to snag several more coconuts from the trees. When she was full, she lay down and gazed contentedly at the sky.

 

“You sure make things hard, God,” she observed, hardly expecting an answer.

 

But a voice drifted to her on a breeze: “That which is given is cherished for a short while, but that which is earned is valued for a lifetime.”

 

Cheers,

 

SRK

DETERMINATON !!!


 

Emergence Of Brooklyn Bridge

 

In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island.

 

However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea.

 

It just could not be done.

It was not practical.

It had never been done before.

 

Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge.

 

He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done.

 

He just had to share the dream with someone else.

 

After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an up and coming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.

 

Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome.

 

With great excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and began to build their dream bridge.

 

The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling.

 

Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.

 

“We told them so.”

 

“Crazy men and their crazy dreams.”

 

“It’s foolish to chase wild visions.”

 

Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built.

 

In spite of his handicap Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.

 

He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task.

 

As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside for just a moment.

 

It seemed that there was a message for him not to give up.

 

Suddenly an idea hit him.

 

All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it.

 

By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.

 

He touched his wife’s arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again.

 

Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do.

 

It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.

 

For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife’s arm, until the bridge was finally completed.

 

Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man’s indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances.

 

It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world.

 

It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do.

 

Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.

 

Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face.

 

The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are.

 

Even the most distant dream can be realized with determination and persistence.

 

Cheers,

 

SRK