My little Buaji...!!

As soon as the festival of Rakshabandhan approached, I used to wait for the courier of Rakhi from my Bua from Jamshedpur (Jharkhand) the most.

Bua used to send such a big parcel.

Various foreign branded chocolates, games, color flower dress for me, saree for mummy, a branded shirt for papaji.

This time also he had sent a lot of goods.

Both Buaji from Patna and Ramgarh had also sent many gifts along with colorful rakhis.

Just like every year, Jaya Bua's Rakhi from Rohtas came in a simple envelope.

Five rakhis, roli rice wrapped in a piece of paper and a fifty note.

Mummy had put all four Buaji's packets on the dining table so that Papa could have a look at the Rakhis and gifts sent by his sisters after returning from office...

As soon as father came, he had spread on the sofa keeping the lunch box bag and laptop bag on the tea table.

"The ashes of all four sisters have arrived...

Mummy called out while offering tea for Papa in the kitchen...

"Please show Jaya's envelope...

Papa used to wait for Jaya Bua's rakhi the most and first of all used to tie the rakhi sent by her on his wrist.

Jaya Bua was the youngest among all the siblings, but she was the only one who probably had never seen happiness after marriage.

Immediately after the marriage, the brother-in-law usurped all the business and evicted him from the house.

Since then Fufa's mental condition was not very good. Used to earn a little by doing a minor job.

Bua used to run the house with great difficulty.

The only son Shyam was also put in the ordinary school of the locality. Bua ji was living somehow with just one hope...

Seeing the envelope sent by Jaya Bua, Papa started thinking something...

'Gayatri, this time on the day of Raksha Bandhan, we all will go to Jaya's house in Rohtas (Bihar) by morning passenger train without informing her...

"Jaya didi's house..!!

Mummy was completely shocked at Papa's words.

You don't know how tight it is in their house.

The breakfast and food of the three of us would also be so heavy for Jaya Didi….how would she be able to manage everything.

But father's silence was telling that he has made up his mind to go to Jaya Bua's house and everyone in the house knew that it is very difficult to change father's determination...

On the day of Rakshabandhan, we all reached Rohtas by Dhanbad to Dehri on Son passenger in the morning.

Bua was washing clothes under the tap in the verandah outside the house. Bua was the youngest in age, but the tight condition and daily worries had made her the oldest. Very thin and weak body. At such a young age, folds were clearly visible on the skin of the face. I had seen the photo album of Bua's wedding many times. There was no answer to the beauty of the Bua in the marriage. How much the problems of eleven years after marriage had changed Buaji.

Father and mother were being seen for a few moments from a distance to Bua in a very old worn saree...

Papa's eyes were filled with tears.

Seeing all of us, Buaji was completely shocked.

He didn't know how and what to react.

Take care of your disheveled hair or fix the house that is in disarray. No guest had come to his house for years...

It was as if she had forgotten long ago how to ask guests to come inside the house...

Everyone tells about Bua ji that since childhood she was very fond of cleanliness and beautification.

But today it was visible that how lack and anxiety eats up a person from inside like a termite...

Often Bua ji had to extend her hand sometimes in front of someone and sometimes in front of someone for small needs...

The situation had become such that most of the relatives had stopped picking up their calls.

Papa was the only one who, despite his limited salary, used to give something or the other to his Bua...

Papa went ahead and hugged his sister who was scared.

"Brother sister-in-law Mannu, you all suddenly today?

Is everything fine...?

Bua asked in a trembling voice.

Today after years I felt like coming to your house in Rakhi..

So we all just came...

Father said while comforting Bua….

"Sister-in-law don't come inside...

I'll bring you tea and snacks.

Jaya Bua took mummy's hands in her cold palms and said

"Jaya, you just sit near me. Gayatri will see tea and breakfast."

On our way to Buaji's house, we stopped on the way and took many sweets and snacks......

Mummy went to the kitchen and started putting plates for everyone.

On the other side, Bua was sitting beside her brother on a cot spread with an old torn sheet in the room.

Bua's son Shyam ran to call Fufa.

The auspicious time for tying rakhi was till 7 pm. Mother had gone to the mall with her sister-in-law to buy new dresses for everyone and buy groceries for Bua's house....

By the evening the whole house had changed

New curtains, new sheets on the bed, colorful door mats, and the whole family was wearing new dresses.

Don't know after how many years, Jaya Bua's kitchen store house was full to the brim.

Slowly a self-confidence was seen returning on the face of the Bua….

But the truth was that everything still seemed like a dream to him.

Bua ji had decorated the rakhis in the plate

had a box of sweets

As soon as she started applying tilak to father, father asked Bua to stop.

Everyone was surprised...

"Wait ten minutes, your other sisters are also about to reach the bus."

Papa smiled and said, then everyone kept looking at Papa….

Just then, hearing the sound of car horns outside the door, Bua, mother and Fufa came running out, then the whole family of all three Buas was in front....

Jaya Bua's house was full of guests.

Neelam Bua of Maharajganj started telling that some time back she had told her father that why don't we all together go on a pilgrimage to all four dhams...

Just that day the father called the three sisters that now the time has come for the Char Dham Yatra.

All three Buas agreed on father's talk and all had decided that this time everyone would gather at Jaya's house and help her by giving little money.

Jaya Bua was just looking at her sisters and brother's family alone.

What a big surprise everyone had given him today...

She was hugging all the sisters...

Everyone tied rakhi to father.

Such Raksha Bandhan was probably for the first time for everyone.

At night we all had dinner in a big restaurant.

Don't know when it was too late to gossip again...

Still Jaya Bua was not speaking much.

She just used to wipe her tears that spilled in between.

Everyone was lying down in the middle of the courtyard by spreading a sheet.

Jaya Bua was clinging to Papa like a small child.

As if she had been waiting for this love and caress for years

While talking, father suddenly felt that Bua's body was very cold, so father got scared...

Everyone woke up but Jaya Bua had slept forever....

Lying like a child in father's lap, she has left.

I don't know how long I was ill.

And till today there was no word from anyone...

Today she was alive only with the hope of meeting everyone...!!

Take care of your loved ones. One who is capable should help his disabled relatives. always be happy

LOVE QUOTE

A heart touching true incident......

It was just sunrise in the morning that an elderly doctor came to the door and started ringing the bell. Who came early in the morning? Saying this the doctor's wife opened the door.

On seeing the old man, the doctor's wife said,

Grandfather so early today? What's wrong with you?

The old man said, I have come to the doctor to get my thumb stitches cut. I have to reach another place at 8:30, so I came early.

Sorry doctor.

The old man's residence was in the neighborhood of the doctor, he used to come to the doctor whenever needed, so the doctor was familiar with him. He came out of the room and said,

No problem Dada. Sit down.

Tell me your thumb.

The doctor carefully opened the stitches of the thumb and said that

Grandpa is great. Your wound has healed. Even then I apply a bandage so that it does not get hurt anywhere.

There are many doctors, but this doctor was very caring and compassionate.

The doctor bandaged and asked

The old man's residence was in the neighborhood of the doctor, he used to come to the doctor whenever needed, so the doctor was familiar with him. He came out of the room and said,

No problem Dada. Sit down.

Tell me your thumb.

The doctor carefully opened the stitches of the thumb and said that

Grandpa is great. Your wound has healed. Even then I apply a bandage so that it does not get hurt anywhere.

There are many doctors, but this doctor was very caring and compassionate.

The doctor bandaged and asked

Dada where do you have to reach at 8:30. If you are late then I will walk and drop you.

The old man said no no doctor, now I will go home, prepare breakfast, then leave, and will reach at exactly 9:00.

He thanked the doctor and got up to leave.

There are many doctors who treat by taking bills, but those who treat from the heart are few.

When Dada stood up, the doctor's wife came and said that Dada, have breakfast here.

The old man said no ben.

I would have had breakfast here, but who will give him breakfast,

The doctor asked who has to have breakfast?

Then the old man said that to my wife.

So where does she live? And where do you have to reach her place at 9:00?

The old man said - Doctor, she could not live without me, but now. he is unwell

So in the nursing home.

The doctor asked - why, what is her problem. The old man said, my wife has Alzheimer's, she has lost her memory.

From last 5 years. She doesn't recognize me. I go to the nursing home, feed her breakfast, then she looks at me with teary eyed eyes. I have become a stranger to him. While saying this, tears welled up in the eyes of the old man.

The eyes of the doctor and his wife also became moist".

remember

Love is selfless, everyone has love but one sided love! This is rare. But it definitely happens.

Kabir has written

Love does not grow, love does not sell in the market.

It is not available in the market.

the doctor and his wife said

Grandfather, since 5 years you go to the nursing home every day to have breakfast? You are so old.

You don't get tired, don't you get bored?

he said i go three times

Doctor, he served me a lot in my life and today I am living my life with his support. My heart gets filled when I see him.

When I sit near him, I get strength. If she was not there, I would have grabbed the bed by now, but I have to fix it, take care of it, that's why I get stronger everyday. That's why I have so much agility. When I wake up in the morning, I get ready and go to work. I have a feeling that I have to go to meet him, have breakfast with him, make him breakfast.

The pleasure of having breakfast with him is different. I feed him breakfast with my hand, the doctor said, Dada, let me ask one thing.

Don't ask doctor.

The doctor said grandfather,

She doesn't recognize you, neither speaks in front of you, nor laughs, even then you go to meet her.

Then the words that the old man said at that time, those words are the most heart touching and poignant in the world.

The old man said, Doctor - she does not know who I am, but I do know who she is.

And it is said that streams of water started flowing from the eyes of the old man.

The eyes of the doctor and his wife also filled with tears.

The story would be complete but selfishness is a curse in family life, and love is a blessing.

When love is less then the family breaks.

love your parents in your home

Those who say that for their fat

her or for their mother, "Now they have become stubborn", read this story 10 times to them.

read this sentence too

"She doesn't know who I am but I do"

May these words make the flow of love flow in the family.

Not those who are seen together in the picture,

He is ours, who is seen with us in trouble.

FRIENDS-FRIENDS

Once a Mahatma ji was going somewhere in the middle of the market.

And on the roof of a nearby brothel, a courtesan was eating paan

. Suddenly he recklessly spit down the betel leaf

And that peak fell on Mahatma ji going down

Mahatma ji looked up towards the prostitute and went ahead with a smile.

Seeing this, the courtesan got angry thinking that she was insulted, so she said to her friend sitting there that if you were there, someone is smiling more seeing me and you are sitting here.

Hearing this, his friend picked up the stick lying there and got down and hit the head of Mahatma ji who was going ahead.

And looking at the courtesan smiled seeing that I have taken my revenge

Only then Mahatma ji saw his head from which blood was coming out, even then Mahatma ji did not say anything and smiled and sat under a nearby tree and the courtesan's friend started returning smiling when he was climbing the stairs of the brothel. Was

So her friend's foot slipped from the topmost ladder and he fell to the bottom and got hurt a lot, all this the courtesan was watching.

And she understood that that Mahatma ji is very name chanting and truthful.

She came down and went to Mahatma ji and fell at his feet and said that

Forgive me Mahatma ji, I had sent my friend after you.

He was the one who hit your head so forgive me

That Mahatma ji smiled and said that daughter, where did you and I come from in all this quarrel.

There is nothing wrong with you and me, this is a fight between friends

"Your friend didn't see your disrespect"

"And my friend, that Murliwala Kanhaiya, did not see my problem."

so it's not your fault

And your friend comes to you only occasionally, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night.

My friend

always with me

"That's why you also take refuge in the one who stays with you all the time"

Karma, Fate and Time

It is said that one does not get more than luck and before time and every work is done at its own time.

Once a person went to the mountains to see the Lord. When he reached the top of the mountain, he saw God. That person became very happy.

He asked God - God, how much are millions of years worth to you?

God said - only equal to 1 minute.

Then the person said - God how much are lakhs of rupees worth to you?

God said – equal to only 1 rupee

So the person said - so can God give me 1 rupee? God smiled and said - just wait a minute, Vats….

Hahaha.....

Friends, no one has ever received and will never get more than time and luck.

Everything happens at its own time.

The plant sprouts from the seed only when the time comes, the tree grows with time, the tree will bear fruit only when the time comes.

In this world, people who believe in karma say that there is no luck and fatalists say that whatever is written in the destiny, it will happen. That is, a person keeps roaming on the axis of these two points of Karma and Fate and one day goes away saying goodbye to this world.

Yes, luck can be changed by karma.

The fate of a man is determined by his deeds. A man should keep on doing his work, because luck can be changed by his actions.

This is the reason why we consider karma as prime and also talk about luck. Our account will be according to the actions we perform and on the basis of that we will get the result of the accumulated actions in this life. That's why Guru says keep working hard in life, when the time comes, you will definitely get the result.

There was a very dense forest, a Mahatma lived in it, the forest was in the middle of a river and two kings ruled on both sides of the river. Both the kings were enemies of each other, both did not even like to see each other. But one thing was common to both of them that for any work, they used to come to that Mahatma ji sitting in the forest once in a while.

Anger increased in both the kings and both thought that now war would be settled. The first king who reached Mahatma ji and told everything, then Mahatma ji said – Rajan, it is written in your destiny to lose this war. The king became very sad and took blessings and came to his palace and said to his commander and soldiers, all of them go out after tying the shroud and what will happen will be seen, either they will die or they will come after being killed.

On the other side another king also came and said Mahatma ji what will happen to me. Mahatma ji smiled and said Rajan, winning this war is written in your destiny.

Then what was it, the second king became very happy and came to his kingdom and told everyone this good news. The next day when the second king was going for war, one of his horse's cord broke. The minister said, Rajan, change the umbilical cord, it can be dangerous. But the king was proud of the prediction of victory. He said, we are winning the war, then what is the need, let's leave it, no problem. The king reached the battle and the army on both sides broke down on each other. After a while both the kings came in front of each other and in the meanwhile the second cord of the second king's horse broke. Meanwhile, the former king, who was about to lose, captured the other king.

After the victory, the first king went to Mahatma ji and said, Guru, you had said that I would lose, but I won.

Mahatmaji said, Rajan, what I had said was written in your fate, but you changed your fate with your hard work and hard work.

So friends, we get the same lesson from this story that luck also favors those who do work and work hard.

Karma is incomplete without luck and luck without karma.

Our happiness, success, peace, peace everything lies in good deeds only. That's why one should not always depend on luck. If we throw a brick at the wall and hit it, it will definitely hit the wall, if it is thrown at a person, he can get hurt while standing at one place and can be saved from his efforts by doing work, so we should go on doing our work. If you do good deeds, then everything will be good.

If you can, do three favors to the people:

1. If you can't benefit then don't harm,

2. If you can't give happiness then don't hurt and

3. If you can't praise then don't do evil.

COMPETITION

This morning on my morning walk, I saw a man ahead of me. Was half a "kilometer" ahead of me. Guessed that, was running a little "slow" than me. Got a strange "happiness". I would catch him and was sure.

I started walking faster and faster, with each step forward, I was getting "closer" to him. In no time I was just a hundred steps behind him. I had decided that I had to leave him "behind". Raised the "speed" a bit. Eventually I backed down.

Reached him, went "ahead" of him. The "feeling" of "inner joy" that I "beat" him.

He didn't know, of course, that we were having a "race". When I "got ahead" of him, I felt that my mind and heart were focused on the "competition", to such an extent that-

missed the "turn of the house"

The "peace" of mind is lost,

Could not see the ′′ beauty and greenery ′′ around, could not enjoy them. Forgot the "joy" of nice weather.

And then I understood that this happens in life too. When we consider our colleagues, neighbors, friends, family members as competitors. Want to do better than them. We want to prove that we are more successful or more important than them. Because we forget our happiness. We waste our time and energy in running after them. In all this, they even forget their path and destination. We forget that negative competitions will never end. There will always be someone ahead. One will have a better job, a better car, more money in the bank, more education, a more beautiful wife, more cultured children, better conditions and better circumstances. There is a realization in all of this that everyone can be "the best" without competition.

Some people feel insecure because they pay too much attention to others-

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

What are you wearing?

What are you talking about?

Friends, be happy with who you are- accept the height, weight or personality and understand how lucky you are? Control your aspirations. Remember that there is no "competition" in luck. Everyone has their own destiny. Comparison and competition steal every happiness. That's why run your own ′′ race ′′ without any competition... It gives immense happiness, peace in mind and life, Perhaps this is called "salvation". You also live a healthy, happy, blissful life, attain "Moksha" while alive, living in this worldly environment, with a life without comparison and competition..!!

CHANGE THE VISION THE WORLD WILL CHANGE

Today's story is about Saiman, a resident of Pune. Thumb impression Saiman was not educated but he was certainly "skilled".

He is a gardener by profession and specializes in the art of making barren land green.

Saiman used to go from house to house and take care of people's gardens. Used to save enough money to live on. He was very hardworking. Even at the age of 45, he would cycle from house to house throughout the day and do his work with full dedication. One day Saiman was noticed by Pune resident Ninad Vengulekar. Ninad told Saiman that there is a garden in his house for which he needs a gardener to take care of it. Saiman agreed. When Ninad asked how much money would be taken for the maintenance of the garden, Saiman said that whatever Ninad would gladly give, he would accept it.

Actually Saiman had a different plan in his mind. Ninad's house was in the posh areas of Pune. There were chambers of mostly rich people.

Next morning Saiman came on a bicycle. Told Ninad "Ram Ram Seth". Got out the tools and got to work. Saiman rejuvenated the garden in 15 days. Ninad himself was surprised to see the garden decorated like this.

Then according to his plan, he started contact with the people around and showed them the transformation done in Ninad's garden.

The people around also liked Saiman's work and one by one they took care of all the gardens in the neighborhood.

From 6 in the morning till 6 in the evening, Saiman kept on working hard and giving a new look to each and every garden. Work also increased and income also increased.

Saiman has now bought a motorcycle. Within a period of two years, Saiman took care of the gardens of 20 houses and hired 4 boys.

Meanwhile, a famous builder from Pune caught sight of Saiman's work and gave Saiman a contract to plant trees in the entire building complex.

Saiman again gave one day and night. This contract turned the fortunes of Saiman. The work increased 10 times and the income also increased many times.

One day Ninad called Saiman that he wanted to get some work done in his garden again. Two years had passed since Ninad met Saiman. Saiman said that he would reach his bungalow in some time. After some time, a gleaming Honda Civic stopped in front of Ninad Vengulkar's bungalow. Ninad was standing outside the house.

One person got down from the car and said "Ram Ram Seth". Ninad thought who is this Seth who is calling me Seth after getting down from the gleaming car. Then the person standing in front said, "I know Seth. I am Saiman."

Is the same Saiman who used to come to Ninad's house on a bicycle two years ago, was today sitting in a Honda Civic.

Thanking Ninad with folded hands, Saiman said, "I started with you only".

Now Ninad was not expecting the least that someone who got down from a luxurious car like Honda Civic would dig the soil of his garden.

But then got to see something which was not even expected by Ninad. Saiman took out the tools and started working. He was accompanied by his assistants, but Saiman was still seen working the most out of all of them. Meanwhile, Ninad took these pictures of Saiman.*

This whole incident was unbelievable for Ninad. A simple gardener who had traveled from a bicycle to a Honda Civic and was still equally loyal and dedicated to his work. Even today he had the same respect for his work in his heart.

His effort. His hard work

We all have a desire to do something big but many of us hesitate to start from scratch. The beginning of a great work may be small, but Saiman's story is a living example of the fact that on the basis of hard work and effort, a person can travel from bicycle to Honda Civic.

The Power of Compassion

Once upon a time in a peaceful village nestled amidst lush green hills, there lived a young boy named Ravi. Ravi was known for his kind heart and his eagerness to help others. He would go out of his way to assist anyone in need, be it humans or animals.

One day, as Ravi was walking home from school, he came across a wounded bird lying on the path. Its wings were drooping, and it seemed to be in immense pain. Without a second thought, Ravi gently picked up the injured bird and cradled it in his hands.

Determined to help the bird, Ravi hurriedly made his way to the village's renowned healer, a wise old woman named Grandma Leena. Upon seeing Ravi's distress, she carefully examined the bird and said, "The bird's wing is broken, my dear. It needs time to heal, but it also requires your love and care."

Ravi nodded with determination. He took the bird home and created a cozy nest for it, providing it with food and water every day. With each passing day, Ravi's compassion grew as he watched the bird slowly recover. He patiently tended to its needs, understanding that true healing takes time and effort.

Meanwhile, news of Ravi's compassionate act spread throughout the village, inspiring others to perform acts of kindness. The villagers started helping each other, and the entire community flourished with love and compassion.

Months passed, and the bird regained its strength, thanks to Ravi's unwavering care. One sunny morning, as Ravi prepared to release the bird back into the wild, it perched on his shoulder and chirped melodiously. It seemed to be expressing gratitude for Ravi's selfless act.

As Ravi opened the door, the bird took flight, soaring high into the sky, its wings strong and vibrant once again. Ravi stood there, gazing at the bird until it disappeared from sight. Deep inside, he felt an overwhelming sense of joy and fulfillment.

The story of Ravi's compassion and the transformation of the village became a legend, passing down from generation to generation. It taught everyone the immense power of empathy and how a single act of kindness could ripple through a community, leaving a lasting impact on the lives of all who witnessed it.

From that day forward, the villagers embraced compassion, understanding, and selflessness. The village thrived, and its people lived in harmony, valuing the well-being of every living being around them.

The moral of the story is that acts of compassion have the power to heal wounds, unite communities, and create a world filled with love and understanding. In a world where kindness seems scarce at times, it is our responsibility to be like Ravi and spread compassion wherever we go, for even the smallest act of kindness can make a tremendous difference in someone's life.