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মেদিনীপুর গামী লোকাল
ট্রেনটা হাওড়া স্টেশনে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে। লেডিজ
কামরায় জানালার ধারে একটি মেয়ের মুখ
দেখা যাচ্ছে। মেয়েটির গভীর চোখ
দুটিতে বিষাদের ছায়া সুস্পষ্ট। মেয়েটির
নাম বৈশালী।
ছোট বেলা থেকে অনেক ঝড় ঝাপ্টা ওর জীবন
কে প্রতি মুহূর্তে চুরমার করে দিয়েছে। একদম
ছোট্ট বেলায় তার বাবার মৃত্যু তাকে প্রায়
অনাথ করে দিয়েছিল। তার মাও তার বাবার
মৃত্যুর কিছু দিন বাদেই অন্য এক পুরূষের
সঙ্গে কোন এক
রাতে বৈশালী কে একা ফেলে রেখে কোথায়
চলে যায়। সেই থেকে এই বিশাল পৃথিবীতে ছোট্ট
বৈশালী্র একা একা সংঘর্ষের শুরু। অনাথ
বৈশালী কে এরপর তার কাকা কোন রকমে একটু
দয়া করে আশ্রয় দেন। নিছক এক আশ্রিতার
মতো বৈশালী তার কাকা কাকিমার কাছে মানুষ
হতে থাকে। বহু কষ্টে নিজের একান্ত
প্রচেষ্টায় সে বেশ ভালো ভাবেই স্কুলের
গণ্ডি শেষ করে। কিন্তু তারপর তার
কাকা কাকিমা কিছুতেই বৈশালীকে আর
পড়তে দিতে চাইলেন না। অনেক
মিনতী করে বৈশালী নিজের পড়ার খরচ
নিজে চালাবার প্রতিশ্রুতি দেবার পর কোন
রকমে তাকে তাঁরা পড়াশনার অনুমতিটুকু দেন।
সারা দিন কলেজ করে সন্ধে বেলা চারটে টিউশন
সেরে রাত ৯টায় বাড়ি ফিরে তার কাকিমার
গঞ্জনা শুনতে শুনতে ঘরের সব কাজ শেষ
করে বৈশালী রাতের পর রাত
জেগে পড়াশোনা চালিয়ে যায়। এই রকম কষ্ট
করে পড়াশোনা চালিয়ে সে কলেজের পড়াশোনাও শেষ
করে ফেলে। সে চায় আরও পড়াশোনা করতে। কিন্তু
এইবার আর তার কাকা কাকিমা তাকে দয়া করেন না।
তাকে পত্রপাঠ জানিয়ে দেন যে তাঁরা আর তার
ভার বহন করতে পারবেন না।
বৈশালী কে এবারে নিজের জীবন নিজেই
চালিয়ে নিতে হবে। হাজার অনুনয় বিনয়তেও
তাঁরা আর কোন কর্ণপাত করেন না।
সৃষ্টিকর্তা আরও একবার তাকে নিরাশ্রয়
করে দিলেন।
বৈশালী বুঝতে পারেনা এই কঠিন
পৃথিবীতে কোথায় সে এতটুকু মাথা গোঁজার ঠাঁই
পাবে ? কটা টিউশন করে তার যতসামান্য যা আয়
হতো তাই দিয়ে তো কোথাও আশ্রয় পাওয়া সম্ভব
নয় ? কি করবে এখন সে? সৃষ্টিকর্তা বোধহয় এই
সময় বৈশালী কে সামান্য কৃপা করলেন। তার
স্কুলের এক পুরানো বান্ধবীর
বাড়িতে কিছুদিনের জন্যে একটু আশ্রয় তার
জুটে গেল। এবার বৈশালী পাগলের
মতো একটা চাকরির
খোঁজে দোরে দোরে ঘুরে বেড়াতে থাকে।
অবশেষে একটি স্কুলে সামান্য মাইনের
একটা চাকরি জোটাতে সক্ষম হয় সে। তারপর সেই
বান্ধবীর বাড়িতেও আর তার ঠাঁই হয় না। সেখান
থেকেও বিতাড়িত হতে হয় তাকে। বহু
কষ্টে একটি লেডিজ হস্টেলে আশ্রয় নেয় সে।
কিন্তু , ওই স্কুলের চাকরির সামান্য মাইনের
চাকরিতে লেডিজ হস্টেলের খরচ চালান তার
পক্ষে সম্ভব হচ্ছিল না কোন মতেই। তাই
বৈশালী আরও একটু ভাল চাকরির
চেষ্টা করতে থাকে।
এইরকমই কোন একদিন চাকরির
খোঁজে ঘুরতে গিয়ে কুণালের সঙ্গে বৈশালীর
পরিচয় ঘটেছিল। নিম্নবিত্ত পরিবারের সন্তান
কুণালও অনেক সংঘর্ষ
করে জীবনযুদ্ধে নিজেকে দাঁড় করাবার
প্রচেষ্টা চালাচ্ছিল। বৈশালীর কুণাল
কে দেখেই ভীষন ভাল লেগেছিল তাই দুজনের
মধ্যে ভালবাসা গড়ে উঠতে বেশী সময় লাগেনি।
পৃথিবীতে দুটি হৃদয় মিলিত
হয়ে জীবনযুদ্ধে জয়লাভ করার আপ্রাণ
প্রচেষ্টা চালাতে থাকে। দুটি সুন্দর মন
অনেক রঙীন স্বপ্ন বোনে। তারা এক প্রাণ
হয়ে একটি সুখের নীড় গড়তে চায়। বৈশালী বেশ
কিছুদিনের চেষ্টায় মোটামুটি একটি ভাল
স্কুলে চাকরি পেয়ে যায়। কিন্তু কুণাল বহু
চেষ্টা করেও কোন চাকরি পায় না। দিনের পর দিন
ব্যর্থতা কুণাল কে অধৈর্য্য করে তোলে।
কুণাল মানসিক ভাবে ভীষন ভেঙ্গে পড়ে।
বৈশালী ক্রমাগত কুণালকে উৎসাহ প্রদান
করে যায়।
একদিন সত্যি সত্যি অন্ধকার রাতের অবসান
ঘটে ভোরের নতুন সূর্য্য দুটি জীবন
কে আলোকিত করে তোলে। কুণাল
একটি ভালো কোম্পানিতে চাকরি পায়। সেদিন
কুণালের জীবনে যেন আনন্দের বন্যা বয়ে যায়।
খুশীর
জোয়ারে ভাসতে ভাসতে সঙ্গে সঙ্গে ফোনে বৈশালী কে খবরটা জানায়
কুণাল। কুণাল বৈশালীকে বলে ,
“তুমি তৈরী থাকো আমি আসছি তোমার
সাথে দেখা করতে” ...
বৈশালী ভেবে পায় না সে আনন্দে কি করবে।
জীবনে এই প্রথম সে সুখের আস্বাদ পেলো ... সুখ
কি জিনিষ তা অনুভব করল। তার মনে হল এতদিন
জীবনে সে যত দুঃখ পেয়েছে সেই সবের যেন
আজকে অবসান ঘটল। আজ নিজেকে তার পরিপূর্ণ
মনে হতে লাগল। আজ তার প্রথম মনে হল আয়নায়
নিজেকে নিরীক্ষণ করবার কথা। আয়নার
সামনে বসে বৈশালী অনেক্ষন চেয়ে থাকল নিজের
প্রতিবিম্বের দিকে। জীবনে কত দুঃখ
সে পেয়েছে কিন্তু কখনও সে হার স্বীকার
করেনি একভাবে লড়াই করে গেছে জীবনের
প্রতিটি দুঃসময়ে। আজ আয়নায় নিজেকে বেশ
সুন্দর মনে হচ্ছিল বৈশালীর। নিজেকে এই
প্রথম বৈশালী খুব সুন্দর করে সাজিয়ে তুলল।
তারপর অধীর আগ্রহে কুণালের
জন্যে অপেক্ষা করতে থাকল। আজ সময় যেন
কাটতে চাইছেনা।
বৈশালী বারে বারে ঘড়ি দেখে আর ছটফট
করতে থাকে কখন কুণাল কে আজকে সে কাছে পাবে?
কিন্তু সময় বয়ে যায়, কুণাল আসেনা।
বৈশালী পাগলের
মতো ছুটোছুটি করতে থাকে কুণালের জন্যে।
ভেবে পায় না সে কিভাবে কুণালের খবর
নেবে কিভাবে তার সাথে যোগাযোগ করবে ?
এই সময় হঠাৎ বৈশালীর মোবাইল
ফোনটা সশব্দে বেজে ওঠে। বৈশালী চমকে ওঠে।
কোন এক অজানা আতঙ্কে বৈশালীর মন কেঁপে ওঠে।
ধীরে ধীরে ফোনটা কানে দিয়ে “হ্যালো” বলে সে।
ওপার থেকে কোন এক অজানা কন্ঠস্বর
ভেসে আসে ...হ্যালো আমি পিজি হাসপাতাল
থেকে বলছি...কিছুক্ষন আগে এক ভদ্রলোকের বাস
অ্যাক্সি্ডেন্টে মৃত্যু ঘটেছে। তার
পকেটে মানিব্যাগের মধ্যে এই ফোন
নম্বরটা পেয়ে আপনাকে খবর
দিচ্ছি আপনি দয়া করে এখানে এসে লাশটা একটু
শনাক্ত করে যান ...
বৈশালীর কানে কোন আওয়াজ আর পৌঁছাচ্ছে না।
তার কানের ভেতর মনে হচ্ছে যেন অসংখ্য
হর্ণের আওয়াজ হয়ে চলেছে।
বৈশালী খালি দৌড়ে চলেছে যানে না কোথায় ?
হঠাৎ বৈশালী দেখল যে সে হাসপাতালের মর্গের
ভেতরে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে আর তার সামনে কুণালের
দোমড়ানো মোচড়ানো দেহটা পড়ে রয়েছে।
বৈশালী পাথরের মত সেদিকে চেয়ে আছে।
পৃথীবিটা আজ তার চোখের সামনে যেন ভীষন
দুলছে। ধীরে ধীরে হাসপাতাল
থেকে বেরিয়ে হাটতে লাগল সে। জানেনা কোথায়
চলেছে সে। আজ সে বড় ক্লান্ত। আজ বৈশালী আবার
নিরাশ্রিত।
কিছুদিন আগে ঝাড়গ্রামের একটি স্কুল
থেকে চাকরির একটা প্রস্তাব পেয়েছিল
বৈশালী। কিন্তু কুণাল
কে ছেড়ে থাকতে পারবেনা বলে চাকরিটা তখন
নেবেনা ঠিক করেছিল। কিন্তু এখন আর বৈশালীর
কোন পিছু টান নেই। তাই কোলকাতা শহরকে আজ
চিরতরে বিদায় জানাতে চলেছে সে। শূণ্য
বুকে বিষাদ কে স্মৃতি করে আজকে বৈশালী আবার
চলেছে নতুন বাসার খোঁজে নতুন দিশার দিকে।
ট্রেনটা সশব্দে হর্ণ বাজিয়ে নড়ে উঠল।
ধীরে ধীরে প্ল্যাটফর্ম ছেড়ে ট্রেনটা চোখের
বাইরে চলে গেল ...।

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etukui shantona

Poronto bikalay tar hat dhoray hat clam.Shamner bash bagan ta parulai nodir gat. Oneak din nouka vromon hoyne. Hotath sujug paya aj cholay alam. Noukay kechu vromon pipasu manus dhaka jacha. Ami r she pasha pashi hatc. Darun ak feeling. Tar shatya amar porichoy hothat korai. Ai porichoy er majay clo kotota khob kengba grina ja aj valobashay rub neya cha. Noukar kacha pray ashai porayc. 1st ami nou kay uthlam tar por takay uthalam. Durar lal hoya jaoa surjo ta nodir buka falacha tar chaya. Dujonay nischup. Atota potha j alam kono kotha hoy ne. Khal khal shobdo koray nouka agia cholcha jamon ta cholcha tar r amar misti prem er golpo.

{bondhu ra amar likha golpo shompurno kalponik. Er majay bastobota kujar dorkar nai}

PART- 1
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Dhakay mon ta valo lagclo na. Bikal 3.00pm tar garitya bashay chola alam. Bashay jokhon poucholam tokhon rat 11.00pm. BUET a ai bochorai vorti holam. Vorti porikhay 1st. Bashay fera soja suji TV room a aslam. Tv dhaka suru korai notun kechu aktar gondho palam. Poribash ta thom thomay. Maer kacha giya khabar khalam. Aj bashay kechu notun manus dakc. Shatya daru ak ta may. Obosho tar proti amar lokho korar kono karon cilo na. Choto bon rime pasha bosha j kotha bollo ta sunay birokto na hoya parlam na. Asola hoyacha ke j may tak daklam sha babar bondhu DINAJPUR GOVT. GIRLS SCHOOL a pora suna koray. A bochor S.S.C pass koracha. May ti opurbo sundori hobar folay pashar barir UPOZILA CHAIRMAN er bokha jaoa chalay Harun takay bia kortya chay. May baba oneak chasta koray ai bipod thakay bachatya paray ne. Gotokal May tar baba jokon bikal balay bazar tokhon harun may tikay tulay nibar chasta koray.......

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my
own life, or whether that station will be held by
anybody else, these pages must show. To begin
my life with the beginning of my life, I record that
I was born (as I have been informed and believe)
on a Friday, at twelve o'clock at night. It was
remarked that the clock began to strike, and I
began to cry, simultaneously.
In consideration of the day and hour of my birth,
it was declared by the nurse, and by some sage
women in the neighbourhood who had taken a
lively interest in me several months before there
was any possibility of our becoming personally
acquainted, first, that I was destined to be
unlucky in life; and secondly, that I was privileged
to see ghosts and spirits; both these gifts
inevitably attaching, as they believed, to all
unlucky infants of either gender, born towards
the small hours on a Friday night.
I need say nothing here, on the first head,
because nothing can show better than my
history whether that prediction was verified or
falsified by the result. On the second branch of
the question, I will only remark, that unless I ran
through that part of my inheritance while I was
still a baby, I have not come into it yet. But I do
not at all complain of having been kept out of this
property; and if anybody else should be in the
present enjoyment of it, he is heartily welcome to
keep it.
I was born with a caul, which was advertised for
sale, in the newspapers, at the low price of fifteen
guineas. Whether sea-going people were short of
money about that time, or were short of faith and
preferred cork jackets, I don't know; all I know is,
that there was but one solitary bidding, and that
was from an attorney connected with the bill-
broking business, who offered two pounds in
cash, and the balance in sherry, but declined to
be guaranteed from drowning on any higher
bargain. Consequently the advertisement was
withdrawn at a dead loss - for as to sherry, my
poor dear mother's own sherry was in the
market then - and ten years afterwards, the caul
was put up in a raffle down in our part of the
country, to fifty members at half-a-crown a head,
the winner to spend five shillings. I was present
myself, and I remember to have felt quite
uncomfortable and confused, at a part of myself
being disposed of in that way. The caul was won,
I recollect, by an old lady with a hand-basket,
who, very reluctantly, produced from it the
stipulated five shillings, all in halfpence, and
twopence halfpenny short - as it took an
immense time and a great waste of arithmetic, to
endeavour without any effect to prove to her. It is
a fact which will be long remembered as
remarkable down there, that she was never
drowned, but died triumphantly in bed, at ninety-
two. I have understood that it was, to the last,
her proudest boast, that she never had been on
the water in her life, except upon a bridge; and
that over her tea (to which she was extremely
partial) she, to the last, expressed her .The first objects that assume a distinct presence
before me, as I look far back, into the blank of my
infancy, are my mother with her pretty hair and
youthful shape, and Peggotty with no shape at
all, and eyes so dark that they seemed to darken
their whole neighbourhood in her face, and
cheeks and arms so hard and red that I
wondered the birds didn't peck her in preference
to apples.
I believe I can remember these two at a little
distance apart, dwarfed to my sight by stooping
down or kneeling on the floor, and I going
unsteadily from the one to the other. I have an
impression on my mind which I cannot
distinguish from actual remembrance, of the
touch of Peggotty's forefinger as she used to hold
it out to me, and of its being roughened by
needlework, like a pocket nutmeg-grater.
This may be fancy, though I think the memory of
most of us can go farther back into such times
than many of us suppose; just as I believe the
power of observation in numbers of very young
children to be quite wonderful for its closeness
and accuracy. Indeed, I think that most grown
men who are remarkable in this respect, may
with greater propriety be said not to have lost the
faculty, than to have acquired it; the rather, as I
generally observe such men to retain a certain
freshness, and gentleness, and capacity of being
pleased, which are also an inheritance they have
preserved from their childhood.
I might have a misgiving that I am 'meandering'
in stopping to say this, but that it brings me to
remark that I build these conclusions, in part
upon my own experience of myself; and if it
should appear from anything I may set down in
this narrative that I was a child of close
observation, or that as a man I have a strong
memory of my childhood, I undoubtedly lay
claim to both of these characteristics.
Looking back, as I was saying, into the blank of
my infancy, the first objects I can remember as
standing out by themselves from a confusion of
things, are my mother and Peggotty. What else
do I remember? Let me see.
There comes out of the cloud, our house - not
new to me, but quite familiar, in its earliest
remembrance. On the ground-floor is Peggotty's
kitchen, opening into a back yard; with a pigeon-
house on a pole, in the centre, without any
pigeons in it; a great dog- kennel in a corner,
without any dog; and a quantity of fowls that look
terribly tall to me, walking about, in a menacing
and ferocious manner. There is one cock who
gets upon a post to crow, and seems to take
particular notice of me as I look at him through
the kitchen window, who makes me shiver, he is
so fierce. Of the geese outside the side-gate who
come waddling after me with their long necks
stretched out when I go that way, I dream at
night: as a man environed by wild beasts might
dream of lions.
Here is a long passage - what an enormous
perspective I make of it! - leading from Peggotty's
kitchen to the front door. A dark store-room
.The carrier's horse was the laziest horse in the
world, I should hope, and shuffled along, with his
head down, as if he liked to keep people waiting
to whom the packages were directed. I fancied,
indeed, that he sometimes chuckled audibly over
this reflection, but the carrier said he was only
troubled with a cough. The carrier had a way of
keeping his head down, like his horse, and of
drooping sleepily forward as he drove, with one
of his arms on each of his knees. I say 'drove',
but it struck me that the cart would have gone to
Yarmouth quite as well without him, for the
horse did all that; and as to conversation, he had
no idea of it but whistling.
Peggotty had a basket of refreshments on her
knee, which would have lasted us out
handsomely, if we had been going to London by
the same conveyance. We ate a good deal, and
slept a good deal. Peggotty always went to sleep
with her chin upon the handle of the basket, her
hold of which never relaxed; and I could not have
believed unless I had heard her do it, that one
defenceless woman could have snored so much.
We made so many deviations up and down
lanes, and were such a long time delivering a
bedstead at a public-house, and calling at other
places, that I was quite tired, and very glad, when
we saw Yarmouth. It looked rather spongy and
soppy, I thought, as I carried my eye over the
great dull waste that lay across the river; and I
could not help wondering, if the world were
really as round as my geography book said, how
any part of it came to be so flat. But I reflected
that Yarmouth might be situated at one of the
poles; which would account for it.
As we drew a little nearer, and saw the whole
adjacent prospect lying a straight low line under
the sky, I hinted to Peggotty that a mound or so
might have improved it; and also that if the land
had been a little more separated from the sea,
and the town and the tide had not been quite so
much mixed up, like toast and water, it would
have been nicer. But Peggotty said, with greater
emphasis than usual, that we must take things as
we found them, and that, for her part, she was
proud to call herself a Yarmouth Bloater.
When we got into the street (which was strange
enough to me) and smelt the fish, and pitch, and
oakum, and tar, and saw the sailors walking
about, and the carts jingling up and down over
the stones, I felt that I had done so busy a place
an injustice; and said as much to Peggotty, who
heard my expressions of delight with great
complacency, and told me it was well known (I
suppose to those who had the good fortune to
be born Bloaters) that Yarmouth was, upon the
whole, the finest place in the universe.
'Here's my Am!' screamed Peggotty, 'growed out
of knowledge!'
He was waiting for us, in fact, at the public-house;
and asked me how I found myself, like an old
acquaintance. I did not feel, at first, that I knew
him as well as he knew me, because he had
never come to our house.If the room to which my bed was removed were
a sentient thing that could give evidence, I might
appeal to it at this day - who sleeps there now, I
wonder! - to bear witness for me what a heavy
heart I carried to it. I went up there, hearing the
dog in the yard bark after me all the way while I
climbed the stairs; and, looking as blank and
strange upon the room as the room looked upon
me, sat down with my small hands crossed, and
thought.
I thought of the oddest things. Of the shape of
the room, of the cracks in the ceiling, of the paper
on the walls, of the flaws in the window-glass
making ripples and dimples on the prospect, of
the washing-stand being rickety on its three legs,
and having a discontented something about it,
which reminded me of Mrs. Gummidge under
the influence of the old one. I was crying all the
time, but, except that I was conscious of being
cold and dejected, I am sure I never thought why
I cried. At last in my desolation I began to
consider that I was dreadfully in love with little
Em'ly, and had been torn away from her to come
here where no one seemed to want me, or to
care about me, half as much as she did. This
made such a very miserable piece of business of
it, that I rolled myself up in a corner of the
counterpane, and cried myself to sleep.
I was awoke by somebody saying 'Here he is!'
and uncovering my hot head. My mother and
Peggotty had come to look for me, and it was
one of them who had done it.
'Davy,' said my mother. 'What's the matter?'
I thought it was very strange that she should ask
me, and answered, 'Nothing.' I turned over on
my face, I recollect, to hide my trembling lip,
which answered her with greater truth. 'Davy,'
said my mother. 'Davy, my child!'
I dare say no words she could have uttered
would have affected me so much, then, as her
calling me her child. I hid my tears in the
bedclothes, and pressed her from me with my
hand, when she would have raised me up.
'This is your doing, Peggotty, you cruel thing!'
said my mother. 'I have no doubt at all about it.
How can you reconcile it to your conscience, I
wonder, to prejudice my own boy against me,
or against anybody who is dear to me? What do
you mean by it, Peggotty?'
Poor Peggotty lifted up her hands and eyes, and
only answered, in a sort of paraphrase of the
grace I usually repeated after dinner, 'Lord forgive
you, Mrs. Copperfield, and for what you have
said this minute, may you never be truly sorry!'
'It's enough to distract me,' cried my mother. 'In
my honeymoon, too, when my most inveterate
enemy might relent, one would think, and not
envy me a little peace of mind and happiness.
Davy, you naughty boy! Peggotty, you savage
creature! Oh, dear me!' cried my mother, turning
from one of us to the other, in her pettish wilful
manner, 'what a troublesome world this is, when
one has the most right to expect it to be as
agreeable as possible!'
I felt the

Once upon a time the colors of the world started
to quarrel: all claimed that they were the best, the
most important, the most useful, the favorite.
GREEN said: “Clearly I am the most important. I
am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for
grass, trees, leaves - without me, all animals
would die. Look over the countryside and you
will see that I am in the majority.”
BLUE interrupted: “You only think about the earth,
but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water
that is the basis of life and, drawn up by the
clouds, forms the deep sea. The sky gives space
and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you
would all be nothing.”
YELLOW chuckled: “You are all so serious. I bring
laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The
sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, the stars are
yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the
whole world starts to smile. Without me there
would be no fun.”
ORANGE started next to blow her trumpet: “I am
the color of health and strength. I may be scarce,
but I am precious for I serve the needs of human
life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of
carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and
pawpaws. I don’t hang around all the time, but
when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my
beauty is so striking that no one gives another
thought to any of you.”
RED could stand it no longer. He shouted out: “I
am the ruler of all of you - I am blood - life’s
blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I
am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the
blood. Without me, the earth would be empty as
the moon. I am the color of passion and of love,
the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy.”
PURPLE rose up to his full height. He was very tall
and spoke with great pomp: “I am the color of
royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops
have always chosen me for I am the sign of
authority and wisdom. People do not question
me - they listen and obey.”
Finally, INDIGO spoke, much more quietly than all
the others, but with just as much determination:
“Think of me. I am the color of silence. You
hardly notice me, but without me you all become
superficial. I represent thought and reflection,
twilight and deep water. You need me for balance
and contrast, for prayer and inner peace.”
And so the colors went on boasting, each
convinced of his or her own superiority. Their
quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly
there was a startling flash of bright lightening -
thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour
down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in
fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.
In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak: ”
You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves,
each trying to dominate the rest. Don’t you know
that you were each made for a special purpose,
unique and different? Join hands with one another
and come to me.”
Doing as they were told, the colors united and
joined hands. The rain continued: “From now on,
when it rains, each of you will stretch across the
sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that
you can all live in peace. The RAINBOW is a sign
of hope for tomorrow.”
And so, whenever a good rain washes the world,
and a rainbow appears in the sky, let us
remember to appreciate one another.

There was once a bridge which spanned a large
river. During most of the day the bridge sat with
its length running up and down the river
paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass
thru freely on both sides of the bridge. But at
certain times each day, a train would come along
and the bridge would be turned sideways across
the river, allowing a train to cross it.
A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of
the river where he operated the controls to turn
the bridge and lock it into place as the train
crossed. One evening as the switchman was
waiting for the last train of the day to come, he
looked off into the distance thru the dimming
twilight and caught sight of the trainlights. He
stepped to the control and waited until the train
was within a prescribed distance when he was to
turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into
position, but, to his horror, he found the locking
control did not work. If the bridge was not
securely in position it would wobble back and
forth at the ends when the train came onto it,
causing the train to jump the track and go
crashing into the river. This would be a
passenger train with many people aboard.
He left the bridge turned across the river, and
hurried across the bridge to the other side of the
river where there was a lever switch he could
hold to operate the lock manually. He would have
to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed.
He could hear the rumble of the train now, and
he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to
apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept
applying the pressure to keep the mechanism
locked. Many lives depended on this man’s
strength.
Then, coming across the bridge from the
direction of his control shack, he heard a sound
that made his blood run cold. “Daddy, where are
you?” His four-year-old son was crossing the
bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to
cry out to the child, “Run! Run!” But the train was
too close; the tiny legs would never make it
across the bridge in time. The man almost left his
lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him
to safety.
But he realized that he could not get back to the
lever. Either the people on the train or his little son
must die. He took a moment to make his
decision. The train sped safely and swiftly on its
way, and no one aboard was even aware of the
tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the
river by the onrushing train. Nor were they
aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still
clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the
train had passed.
They did not see him walking home more slowly
than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their
son had brutally died.
Now if you comprehend the emotions which
went this man’s heart, you can begin to
understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven
when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap
between us and eternal life. Can there be any
wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and
the skies to darken when His Son died? How does
He feel when we speed along thru life without
giving a thought to what was done for us thru
Jesus Christ?

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on
adjoining farms fell into conflict.
It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming
side by side, sharing machinery, and trading
labor and goods as needed without a hitch.
Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began
with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a
major difference, and finally it exploded into an
exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of
silence.
One morning there was a knock on John’s door.
He opened it to find a man with a carpenter’s
toolbox. “I’m looking for a few days work” he
said.
“Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here
and there I could help with? Could I help you?”
“Yes,” said the older brother. “I do have a job for
you. Look across the creek at that farm. That’s
my neighbor, in fact, it’s my younger brother.
Last week there was a meadow between us and
he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now
there is a creek between us. Well, he may have
done this to spite me, but I’ll go him one better.
See that pile of lumber by the barn?
I want you to build me a fence - - an 8-foot fence
— so I won’t need to see his place or his face
anymore.”
The carpenter said, “I think I understand the
situation. Show me the nails and the post hole
digger and I’ll be able to do a job that pleases
you.”
The older brother had to go to town, so he
helped the carpenter get the materials ready and
then he was off for the day. The carpenter
worked hard all that day measuring, sawing,
nailing, and hammering.
About sunset when the farmer returned, the
carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer’s
eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped. There was
no fence there at all.
It was a bridge — a bridge stretching from one
side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work
handrails and all — and the neighbor, his younger
brother, was coming across, his hand
outstretched.
“You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all
I’ve said and done.”
The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge,
and then they met in the middle, taking each
other’s hand. They turned to see the carpenter
hoist his toolbox on his shoulder.
“No, wait! Stay a few days. I’ve a lot of other
projects for you,” said the older brother.
“I’d love to stay on,” the carpenter said, “but, I
have many more bridges to build.”

The old Master instructed the unhappy young
man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water
and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the
Master asked. "Awful," spat the apprentice.
The Master chuckled and then asked the young
man to take another handful of salt and put it in
the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby
lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful
of salt into the lake, the old man said, "Now drink
from the lake."
As the water dripped down the young man's
chin, the Master asked, "How does it taste?"
"Good!" remarked the apprentice. "Do you taste
the salt?" asked the Master. "No," said the young
man.
The Master sat beside this troubled young man,
took his hands, and said, "The pain of life is pure
salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life
remains the same, exactly the same. But the
amount we taste the 'pain' depends on the
container we put it into. So when you are in pain,
the only thing you can do is to enlarge your
sense of things..... Stop being a glass. Become a
lake!"

Once there was a king who had presented his
daughter, the princess, with a beautiful diamond
necklace. The necklace was stolen and his people
in the kingdom searched everywhere but could
not find it. Some said a bird might have stolen it.
The king then asked them all to search for it and
put a reward for $50,000 for anyone who found
it.
One day a clerk was walking home along a river
next to an industrial area. This river was
completely polluted, filthy and smelly. As he was
walking, the clerk saw a shimmering in the river
and when he looked, he saw the diamond
necklace. He decided to try and catch it so that he
could get the $50,000 reward. He put his hand in
the filthy, dirty river and grabbed at the necklace,
but some how missed it and didn't catch it. He
took his hand out and looked again and the
necklace was still there. He tried again, this time
he walked in the river and dirtied his pants in the
filthy river and put his whole arm in to catch the
necklace. But strangely, he still missed the
necklace! He came out and started walking away,
feeling depressed.
Then again he saw the necklace, right there. This
time he was determined to get it, no matter what.
He decided to plunge into the river, although it
was a disgusting thing to do as the river was
polluted, and his whole body would become
filthy. He plunged in, and searched everywhere
for the necklace and yet he failed. This time he
was really bewildered and came out feeling very
depressed that he could not get the necklace that
would get him $50,000.
Just then a saint who was walking by, saw him,
and asked him what was the matter. The clerk
didn't want to share the secret with the saint,
thinking the saint might take the necklace for
himself, so he refused to tell the saint anything.
But the saint could see this man was troubled and
being compassionate, again asked the clerk to tell
him the problem and promised that he would not
tell anyone about it. The clerk mustered some
courage and decided to put some faith in the
saint. He told the saint about the necklace and
how he tried and tried to catch it, but kept failing.
The saint then told him that perhaps he should
try looking upward, toward the branches of the
tree, instead of in the filthy river. The clerk looked
up and true enough, the necklace was dangling
on the branch of a tree. He had been trying to
capture a mere reflection of the real necklace all
this time.


Moral of the story: Material happiness is just
like the filthy, polluted river; because it is a mere
reflection of the TRUE happiness in the spiritual
world.
We can never achieve the happiness we are
looking for no matter how hard we endeavor in
material life. Instead we should look upwards,
toward God, who is the source of real happiness,
and stop chasing after the reflection of this
happiness in the material world. This spiritual
happiness is the only thing that can satisfy us
completely.

A Nice Story don't miss it read it.


Once
There was a good old barber in DHAKA. One
day a florist goes to him for a haircut. After the
cut, he goes to pay the barber and the barber
replies:"I am sorry, I cannot accept money from
you; I am doing a Community Service". Florist is
happy and leaves the shop.The next morning
when the Barber goes to open his shop, there is a
"Thank You" Card and a dozen roses waiting at
his door.
A Confectioner goes for a haircut and he also
goes to pay the barber he again refuses to take
the money.The Confectioner is happy and leaves
the shop.The next morning when the Barber
goes to open his shop, there is another "Thank
you" Card and a dozen Cakes waiting at his door.
A Software Engineer goes for a haircut and he
also goes to pay, the barber again refuses the
money saying that it was a community service.
The next morning when the Barber goes to open
his shop, guess what he finds there ?
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A Dozen Software engineers waiting for a free
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Printouts of forwarded mail mentioning about the
free haircut !

He met
her on a party. She was so outstanding, many
guys chasing after her, while he so normal,
nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the
party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she
was surprised, but due to being polite, she
promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was
too nervous to say anything, she felt
uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go
home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "would
you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in
my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange!
His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his
coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why
you have this hobby? He replied: "when I was a
little boy, I was living near the sea, I like playing in
the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like
the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I
have the salty coffee, I always think of my
childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my
hometown so much, I miss my parents who are
still living there". While saying that tears filled his
eyes. She was deeply touched.That's his true
feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who
can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man
who loves home, cares about home, has
responsibility of home. Then she also started to
speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her
childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk,
also a beautiful beginning of their story. They
continued to date. She found that actually he was
a man who meets all her demands; he had
tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He
was such a good person but she almost missed
him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story
was just like every beautiful love story , the
princess married to the prince, then they were
living the happy life... And, every time she made
coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee e,
as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40
years, he passed away, left her a letter which
said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my
whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---
the salty coffee. Remember the first time we
dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I
wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard
for me to change so I just went ahead.I never
thought that could be the start of our
communication! I tried to tell you the truth many
times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as
I have promised not to lie to you for anything..
Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you
the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a
strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee
for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel
sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with
me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I
can live for the second time, still want to know
you and have you for my whole life,even though
I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears
made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone
asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?It's
sweet. She replied.Love is not 2 forget but 2
forgive, not 2 c but 2 understand, not 2 hear but 2
listen, not 2 let go but 2 HOLD ON !!!! Don't ever
leave the one you love for the one you like,
because the one you like will leave you for the
one they love. Find a guy, who calls you beautiful
instead of hot. Who calls you back when you
hang up on him. Who will stay awake just to
watch you sleep. Who holds your hand in front
of his friends.Wait for the one who is constantly
reminding you of how much he cares about you
and how lucky he is to have you. Wait for the
one who turns to his friends and says, "...that's
her."