Inspiring Stories

Where is there is a will then there is a way ……   Once upon a time there was man with his poor family . He use to work hard daily and was his daily wages earnings which use to hardly keep his family like wife and his two children happy with stomach full. In spite of his best efforts on his daily hard work , he use to cry silently by watching wife and children with lack of food on the daily basics .   Every day he use to pray the god , and sake for coming up of this unbearable poverty or take his life . Over a period of time , once in a night he saw the dream of a palace nearby his village and where he use to visit out side of the palace where there use to be a banyan tree and just below that tree there use be a big hidden in below the treasure of gold box . By getting up in the morning , he thaught to be this as the dream and kept engaged by going to work after praying god like any another day . Then he started dreaming on the daily basics almost every nigh...

Being Together & Living Together Once upon a time there was a Village . In that Village there came a man faraway who is similarly looking like labour. The Man Entered that village and came near by a house . Where he called for the house hold lady out for any sort of food , where he said like he’s been hungry and if the house hold lady can come up with food . But based on looking at the stranger , the lady assumed that if might be the thief in disguise came to loot her house, so she said that there Is no food in the house for him and he can leave . Then the man on streets said like madam that okiee, if she doesn’t have any food in the house but atleast she should be having big vessel with full of water in it . The lady said yes, asked him like but why he needs the big vessel. Where then the man answered that he have the   magical stone & by using that stone by putting inside the hot water he can make the delicious soup to drink , where h...

                       18 Long Years This inspiring Story is all about my friend Manoj’s   father , who use to stay near by my house in Bangalore . This story does take back way like around 15 yrs back when I use to be a collage student . Indeed to start with Manoj family is like Father ( CA – Chartered Account ) & Mother ( Government Employee) and Manoj as my friend who was student and there only kid. The story start’s with Manoj father , where he was previously working for a bank where in the bank they had the misunderstanding of financial transaction , where the bank has made Manoj’s Father as the Culprit where he was dismissed for the bank . Apart from this the bank have put a legal case on saying that his father hence fourth can work nowhere else till the case is be clarified. As well Manoj’s father was very confident and clear about the case and he starting facing the case bravely . I...

A Sweet story! Morning around 9 AM. After a heavy breakfast, I was relaxing in my chair watching TV. The young man who is staying as my neighbor in our House came and said. "Santhosh, can you give me the key to your Car. I want to go out urgently." I said no problem and handed over the key to him. After half an hour, he came back. He was crying. He gave back the key, hugged me, and said in a low voice "Thank you." and went to his house Worried, I just followed him upto his door. I could hear his voice inside and he was saying "The lab results came. The test is positive" I was shocked beyond belief. I suddenly remembered that he had hugged me. I went to the bathroom, used an entire soap to wash myself in four buckets of Dettol water. Afterwards, I came to the basement, washed my car with surf excel and half a bottle of Dettol. I was extremely angry. I then went to his house and standing outside started shouting at him. He came out with ...

Grandma was a phenomenal woman. She could see life beneath its visible skin. Every time I asked her HOW she’d flash a smile and say, “It’s all out there; you don’t notice.” The morning after her eye surgery she took my hand with bandaged eyes and said, “See, gold rays are pouring down with divine splendour!” I looked out of the nursing home window. It was exactly as she said! I hadn’t noticed it. Eight years ago, when packing for a relocation, my wife discovered a four-folded chit of paper tidily tucked in the lowest drawer of grandma’s closet. It had a few lines penned with shaky fingers. And it bore a date.... a night train, a nervy ride, a new beginning.... my first job.... She hadn’t given it to me. I read it the first time that day in a whirlpool of misty emotions. She had written in Kerala: “In a world that’ll squirm to cramp your moves, steal your ideas, crush your hopes, choke your passions.... there’ll always be a flame burning; a dream that’l...