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So Rich.

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So rich that he can’t sleep.

So rich that he can’t eat.

So rich that he can’t talk.

So rich that he can’t walk.

So rich that he used a big car for a short ride.

So rich that he travels in charter flights for the distance of which a common man walks.

So rich that he doesn’t pay taxes.

So rich that his statements are full of faux passes.

So rich that he can’t sing.

So rich that he can’t pick up his phone when it rings.

So rich that he can’t dance.

So rich that his soul is full of foul.

So rich that can’t enjoy a football match as he is too busy making money.

So rich that he can’t keep count of his money.

So rich that his pavilion is full of gold.

So rich that at his call, all go for a stroll.

So rich that he has no dimension.

So rich that despite having two houses in Amsterdam, three in London and four in Japan he has to live in a rented one.

So rich that he is making more and more machines and creating less jobs.

So rich that his wife meets him only once a week.

So rich that his children have forgotten his face.

So rich that his damn toothpaste can’t bear his mouth’s breathe.

So rich that he was forever all lonely and all alone.

For when he died there was no one to cover the stone.

When he went up, there were no angels, no fairies, no God to welcome, for in his Kingdom of Gold he was and will be all alone.

But do not despair, for there is hope, when God sees him for there will be another chance. What he makes of it is true nature’s hope.

Be rich at heart and mind. Money and its richness won’t last forever. For currency changes, you change, puberty comes, mind blooms, marriage happens, children comes but when you reach your destination, the ticket checker must be present there to check and cut your ticket otherwise, there sure would be trouble.

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Steps Of The Stadium.

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A stadium is being constructed in front of my house. The steps where people will sit and watch cricket and football matches are made of concrete.

So, during day time when the Sun shines upon it, to sit upon the steps, is a very hard job, as the rear part feels a lot of heat. On the other hand, when it is night time, as it is still winter-spring time, if the chill is to a higher degree, then to sit on those steps require a lot of self-control and endurance, as the cold reflecting of those concrete steps gives a lot of trouble to sit on.

The best time to sit and watch anything happening in the stadium is during evening time, when everything is cool, light and free flowing. The time between dusk, evening and night is the best time to sit on those steps.

If they could only cover those steps with a good covering. Huh!

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Jinks and Kinks, The Siblings Who Punch.

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Two brothers aged seven years and three and half years, were diamonds and balls of love in their mother’s eyes. Their household name was Jinks (the elder son) and Kinks (the smaller child).

She had a sister who would often visit them and on her frequent visits she would bring clothes and toys for Jinks. Now this had happened more than three times, so one day Jinks asked her-“Aunty, why are you always bringing toys and clothes for him? I too am a small child.”

The aunt understood the situation and replied-“The next time I will definitely bring something for you.”

The boy nodded his head and ran off.

The next day, the aunt came again and this time she had bought a toy and a pair of shirt and pant for Jinks and with that she had brought for him a bag of chocolates. On seeing the chocolates, he opened the bag and started munching the chocolates. The aunt-“Please share some with your little brother.” His little brother Kinks was playing on the cot. Jinks forcefully thrusted two chocolates in his hand. The little child was completely startled. Their mother had seen this happen.

So, that afternoon, she explained him-“Why such a behaviour? Your brother is after all your brother.”

Jinks -“Everyone loves him the most. I don’t get chocolates, gifts, clothes and other things as much as he does.’’

The mother replied-“You must not think like that. I love you both equally.”

Jinks-“No, you don’t. You love him the most.”

The mother gave it a thought and said-“Will you teach your brother?”

On hearing this Jinks looked at his mother’s face with intensity and asked-“Teach him what?”

Jinks had started learning addition and subtraction in school and could count upto sixty. After that he used to get confused.

So, the mother said-“You can teach him addition and subtraction. You can be his teacher and he will be your pupil.”

Jinks felt excited and said-“Ma, I will start teaching him tomorrow onwards.”

The next day morning, he began teaching his small brother addition.”

Jinks-“If I give you one chocolate and then if I give you another one, then how many chocolates do you have?

Kinks replied-“One chocolate with another chocolate, I don’t know bhaiyya (big brother).”

Jinks-“  Two. The answer is two.”

The smaller child-“Two.”

The Jinks had a bad habit of over doing things or in this case over teaching Kinks maths.

Now Jinks started teaching Kinks subtraction, which went as follows:-

Jinks-“If I give you ten apples and then take three away then how many remains?”

Kinks-“ Ten apples……………………..I don’t know bhaiyya (big brother).”

Jinks-“ Seven apples remain. You don’t understand anything. I have to teach you a lot.”

Jinks-“Suppose I give you one, two, three toys and then take them back from you, then how many toys remain?”

Kinks thought a while and answered-“Nada. Nothing remains.”

Kinks had learnt the word “Nada” from his aunt and knew that it meant zero.

To explain Kinks properly about subtraction, Jinks gave him three toys and asked him to give them back to him.

Jinks-“Remember that give me back the exact number of toys which I have given you.”

Kinks returned him the toys and sat quietly on the bed. His big brother was a big question mark to him.

The next day while teaching Kinks maths, suddenly Jinks hit him three punches in the back and fled from the room.

Kinks began crying and his mother rushed to see what had happened.

Jinks had fled to his friend’s house and when he came back in the evening he tried to enter through the back door, but with God’s grace he was caught by his father and a resounding slap was struck across his face by his father. Kinks had developed fever as the punches had been hard on him and the doctor had to be called.

When he went inside the room where his brother was resting, he saw that his brother was lying on the bed with a wet cloth on his head.His aunt was taking care of Kinks and she didn’t even look at him.

He went near his brother and his little brother turned towards him.

Kinks-“How may punches should I give you brother?”

Jinks-“What?!”

Kinks-“You told me give you back the exact number of things that I give to you. So, how many punches should I give you?”

Hearing this words from his smaller brother, Jinks ran from the room and went straight to his mother in the kitchen-“Mother, you know what Kinks told me?”

Mother didn’t speak to him at first, but on seeing his fallen face, she asked-“What did he say?”

Jinks-“ He told me that how many punches should he give me?”

Mother-“Did he? Attaboy! Brilliant boy”

Jinks-“What?! You are taking his side?”

Mother-“I must. After all you hit him without any reason. So, if he hits you back then that will teach you a lesson.”

Jinks face fell on hearing his mother’s words and whispered to his mother-“Ma, I am actually a coward. I don’t have any courage.”

Mother-“Yes, that’s what you are. A coward. Now go and study.”

The End.

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A Team Of Orange Uniform Wearing Cricket Players.

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As it was Sunday, it was cricket day in my locality and many teams were playing cricket at the stadium near my house. In the afternoon, a whole group of boys wearing orange uniform came on the field. They were a new group of players and nobody bothered about them.

They gathered on the pitch, formed a group hug and for nearly thirty minutes were in deep discussion about how they proceed with their game, when few pitch care takers came and shooed them off the pitch.

They couldn’t play cricket but instead catch-catch with the ball for ten minutes and then they left the field on their bikes.

Their whole paraphernalia of wearing an orange uniform and coming all suited up simply got wasted as they had to vacate the pitch.

On the other hand they did a good by leaving the field because after half an hour or so, the caretakers of the pitch began watering it and nearly everybody playing somewhere here or there in the stadium, had to leave and go out.

The caretakers had a point. Sunday afternoons are for lunch and taking rest. Not for playing cricket while Sun is glaring over your head.

Adios!