May your dream, take away your sleep!!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Running Away or Behind
When you are running behind something, know what you will run away from and when running away from something, know what will you run closer to.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Pain of a gem
In the far flung jungles of Jhakhanpur, a lump of coal underwent great pressure for long time and turned into a diamond named him Heera.
Heera kept waiting for ages for someone to discover him. His wait was over when a shepherd noticed its glitter. Heera felt very happy but being precious stone worth millions of rupees, he had no way to express his happiness. Shepherd kept fiddling with Heera for sometime and looked puzzled. After sometime he got a collar belt out of his sack and fixed Heera into one of its groove. He put the collar belt around the neck of the youngest lamb in his herd. Heera then realized that the shepherd didn't knew anything about diamond. Heera kept laughing while hanging around the neck of the lamb.
After a week, a farmer purchased the lamb from shepherd by paying 20Kgs of grains. For the collar belt and the shining stone he paid 2 kgs more. The shepherd felt very profitable. Heera laughed again, but had any human ever herd the laugh of a gem?
Farmer's wife noticed the glow of the precious stone and removed it from the collar belt. In the soft hands of the woman, Heera felt certain of now getting the treatment that he deserved. The woman put Heera into a transparent jar and started to use it like a lamp.
Definitely better than hanging around a sheep's neck but not what Heera had expected. He could do nothing but smiling at the situation.
Once the shopkeeper of the village saw the lamp that gave faint light without consuming any fuel and was impressed. He offered the farmer Rs 500 for the lamp. The farmer was able to negotiate it for Rs 1000. The farmer thought the deal as very profitable but like before Heera just laughed.
The shopkeeper kept Heera as a show piece in his shop where every customer could see its shine. Once a jeweller came to the shop. He immediately identified Heera to be real diamond worth millions. He asked the shopkeeper where did he got it from. On hearing the reply, jeweller immediately realized that the shopkeeper knows nothing about worth of the shining stone he has. The jeweller expressed his desire to purchase the stone at double the price the shopkeeper had purchased. Shopkeeper refused to sell it for anything less than Rs 3000. The jeweller negotiated a bit and got it for Rs 2500.
Like all the times, once again Heera was sold for a price that was not even a fraction of his real worth. But this time Heera cried as if his heart was torn into millions part. All this time the purchaser knew nothing about his real worth. He couldn't bear the pain that people who knew his worth too will under-value him.
Epilogue:
In this story Heera is symbolic to anything that is valuable, living or non-living. It can be a precious metal or a key team member in a team or a valuable friend.
The pain that Heera endures is the feeling that only living things, specifically humans, experience when they are not valued as per their worth.
In the business of life we often try to gain by paying less. And this story inspires us, to pay the right price of valuables. It applies equally to relations, employments, business and many other areas.
Irrespective of who you are and how many roles you play, take time to know your gems before they experience the same pain that Heera did.
This is an adaptation of a folk tale.
Image taken from http://www.a1-diamond.com/images/diamond.jpg
Monday, February 21, 2011
Helpful teacher
Srikant Das joined the school Sarasvati Vidya Mandir 6 months ago as senior teacher in hindi literature. He taught the textbook well but his emphasis was more on example based teaching. For most of the textbook topics he would narrate additional short stories. Whenever he got a chance would ball and bat an over with whichever class was playing cricket on the grounds. Very soon students started to trust him as a friendly, helpful and intersting teacher.
In the month of March, came the exams time. Srikant was appointed as invigilator to the class 11th for physics paper. It was his first appointment in the school as invigilator. The students of this class were notorious for the cheat sheets. It was almost impossible for anyone to catch all cheaters and their cheatsheets.
Just 5 minutes after the start of exam, Srikant could see the activities of stundents from corner of his eyes. For sometime he pretended as if he had seen nothing. Later on he looked at one of the student and caught him in action. But unlike other teachers who would have shouted and rebuked the boy, Srikant smiled with a wink that everyone in the class noticed.
Now students got little bolder and didn't tried to hide their cheat sheets as much. With increased activity and boldness of the class, Srikant got concerned. He looked little worried now. He went near the class door, peeped out and closed the door. In a suppressed voice he said to whole class.
"देखो बच्चों, मुझे कोई आप्पति नहीं यदि तुम लोग नक़ल करो, नक़ल के लिए भी अक्ल चाहिए. और फिर हम भी कभी student थे. लेकिन समस्या उस समय उत्तप्पन हो सकती ही जब कोई दूसरा invigilator इधर से गुजरते वक़्त तुम्हे नक़ल करते देख ले. उस स्थिति में तुम्हारा और मेरा, दोनों का कल्याण हो जायेग. इसलिए तुम सब अपने पर्चे मुझे दे दो.. तुम्हे किसी प्रशन का उत्तर चाहीये तो मैं तुम्हे कुंजी देख कर खुद बता दूंगा. इस तरह तुम भी पास हो जाओगे और मेरा भी physics में ज्ञान बढ़ जायेगा."
Students couldn't belive what they just herd. They looked amazed and surprised at the same time. One student, probably most tensed one, asked, "सर, question नंबर 5 का क्या answer है?". Srikant got the reference book to that boy and with his help located the answer. All this happened in the starting 20 mins of the exam. It was eutopia for the students.
Srikant said,"मैं उम्मीद करता हूँ की तुम में से कोई भी इस बात का जिक्र किसी से नहीं करेगा.. क्योंकि बात निकलेगी तो दूर तक जायेगी.. और मेरी नौकरी टोकरी में जा सकती है. अब जल्दी से अपने अपने पर्चे मुझे दे दो."
Whole class never cooperated anyone before, as much they cooperated Srikant in giving out all their cheat sheet. In less than 5 mins, Srikant visited each student, got their sheets and thanked them looking eye to eye. In a class of 30 students only 4 of them didn't had any cheat sheets. While all the faces were shining, anger and dissatisfaction could be easily seen on the faces of these 4 students.
Now Srikant stood taking support of the central table and scratching his head with left hand hand holding the reference book in his right. He had started answering question number 3, when the peon entered the room with fresh answersheets. Srikant asked the peon to distribute it to each one except the 4 students. Whole class was confused as what is happening.
Srikant said,"प्यारे बच्चों, शिकारी अक्सर शिकार को फंसाने के लिए चारा डालते है. तुम्हारे साथ भी यही हुआ. बिना गरज की मदद अक्सर किसी किसम का चारा होती है. फिलहाल तो इस चारे में तुम सब फँस गए हो. अभी से तुम नयी answersheet का इस्तेमाल करो, और अपनी पुराणी answersheet peon को दे दो. तुम्हारे समय में से लगभग ३० मिनट ख़तम हो गए है और बाकि बचा समय नक़ल के बजाय अक्ल का इस्तेमाल करो. मैं उम्मीद करता हूँ की तुम में से कोई भी इस बात का जिक्र किसी से नहीं करेगा.. क्योंकि बात निकलेगी तो दूर तक जायेगी.."
In the month of March, came the exams time. Srikant was appointed as invigilator to the class 11th for physics paper. It was his first appointment in the school as invigilator. The students of this class were notorious for the cheat sheets. It was almost impossible for anyone to catch all cheaters and their cheatsheets.
Just 5 minutes after the start of exam, Srikant could see the activities of stundents from corner of his eyes. For sometime he pretended as if he had seen nothing. Later on he looked at one of the student and caught him in action. But unlike other teachers who would have shouted and rebuked the boy, Srikant smiled with a wink that everyone in the class noticed.
Now students got little bolder and didn't tried to hide their cheat sheets as much. With increased activity and boldness of the class, Srikant got concerned. He looked little worried now. He went near the class door, peeped out and closed the door. In a suppressed voice he said to whole class.
"देखो बच्चों, मुझे कोई आप्पति नहीं यदि तुम लोग नक़ल करो, नक़ल के लिए भी अक्ल चाहिए. और फिर हम भी कभी student थे. लेकिन समस्या उस समय उत्तप्पन हो सकती ही जब कोई दूसरा invigilator इधर से गुजरते वक़्त तुम्हे नक़ल करते देख ले. उस स्थिति में तुम्हारा और मेरा, दोनों का कल्याण हो जायेग. इसलिए तुम सब अपने पर्चे मुझे दे दो.. तुम्हे किसी प्रशन का उत्तर चाहीये तो मैं तुम्हे कुंजी देख कर खुद बता दूंगा. इस तरह तुम भी पास हो जाओगे और मेरा भी physics में ज्ञान बढ़ जायेगा."
Students couldn't belive what they just herd. They looked amazed and surprised at the same time. One student, probably most tensed one, asked, "सर, question नंबर 5 का क्या answer है?". Srikant got the reference book to that boy and with his help located the answer. All this happened in the starting 20 mins of the exam. It was eutopia for the students.
Srikant said,"मैं उम्मीद करता हूँ की तुम में से कोई भी इस बात का जिक्र किसी से नहीं करेगा.. क्योंकि बात निकलेगी तो दूर तक जायेगी.. और मेरी नौकरी टोकरी में जा सकती है. अब जल्दी से अपने अपने पर्चे मुझे दे दो."
Whole class never cooperated anyone before, as much they cooperated Srikant in giving out all their cheat sheet. In less than 5 mins, Srikant visited each student, got their sheets and thanked them looking eye to eye. In a class of 30 students only 4 of them didn't had any cheat sheets. While all the faces were shining, anger and dissatisfaction could be easily seen on the faces of these 4 students.
Now Srikant stood taking support of the central table and scratching his head with left hand hand holding the reference book in his right. He had started answering question number 3, when the peon entered the room with fresh answersheets. Srikant asked the peon to distribute it to each one except the 4 students. Whole class was confused as what is happening.
Srikant said,"प्यारे बच्चों, शिकारी अक्सर शिकार को फंसाने के लिए चारा डालते है. तुम्हारे साथ भी यही हुआ. बिना गरज की मदद अक्सर किसी किसम का चारा होती है. फिलहाल तो इस चारे में तुम सब फँस गए हो. अभी से तुम नयी answersheet का इस्तेमाल करो, और अपनी पुराणी answersheet peon को दे दो. तुम्हारे समय में से लगभग ३० मिनट ख़तम हो गए है और बाकि बचा समय नक़ल के बजाय अक्ल का इस्तेमाल करो. मैं उम्मीद करता हूँ की तुम में से कोई भी इस बात का जिक्र किसी से नहीं करेगा.. क्योंकि बात निकलेगी तो दूर तक जायेगी.."
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Golden people
Recently I was required to purchase some gold. The price of gold sent me a shock. Gold is neither used in any industrial manufacturing like iron, alimuniume, copper etc. Its just used in jewellery then why is it so highly priced. And why is it considered a better standard in trade as compared to diamond.
Gold is inflation proof:
A little bit of googling told me that 200 gms of gold would have bought me a well built horse some 2000 years ago. And with same amount of gold I can get a nice horse even today. Similarly, to get a nice outfit a gentleman required 10 gms of gold some 500 years ago, and today also its almost same. Point is "gold is inflation proof".
One can argue that if Gold preserved its value across 2000 years then the horse & cloth too preserved its value as by selling a horse you can expect 200 grams of gold anytime. The catch here is gold is immortal but the horse is not. The clothes go out of fashion, get weared and teared.
Gold is trade standard:
Ok agreed that horse is mortal, but why diamond is not as standard as gold?
Gold is maleable and ductile. It can be beaten into thin sheet, molten into wires or shaped as desired. Two smaller pieces of gold can be combined to form a bigger one. Diamond no doubt is valueable, but it can't be shaped as per desire. Once cut, its size can only be reduced further. You cannot club two diamond to form one. The shape in which a diamond is cut may not be liked by other person, other culture or era. So diamon is not as good of standard as gold.
Gold maintains it purity:
Fine agreed that gold has good reasons to be standard item as compared to diamond. But why not copper, iron or aliminuim. These metal are maleable and ductiles as well.
Now this is a good question, however I have an explaination for that too. Iron rusts, copper forms oxide and alimunium readily reacts with other elements. Even though gold can embed wide range of things into it, from diamond to normal stones, Gold is inert. It doesn't react/combine with other elements.It maintains its purity and its shine always.
Gold is rare:
And last but not the least, it is rarer than iron, copper or alimunium. So costly than any of them. Still it is abundant enough to be possessed by average person, which makes it a standard metal.
Gold is valued by women:
If none of the above point convince you then simply know that golden jewellery are close to women's heart. While men may value machines, land, vehicles, etc women values gold. The valuable of women is more valuable than the valuable of men. Cheers for women and :( for men.
Okay okay, good analysis of gold, what to do with it now? Nothing, just apply these properties to know which people are valued more?
1> The people who are maleable & ductile , i.e. can mold themselves according to need of hour.
2> The people who can go well with gem (diamond) as well as with unskilled(stone) person
3> The people who can maintain their purity and brilliance
4> The peoople who are dear to one who has power to decide value
The gold goes through high temprature to become valueable. So if you are going through a tough time, you are in the process of becoming valuable. Just preserve your brilliance, purity, maleability, ductility & amicability and you will be gold to everyone.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Contrast
Two days ago, the heavy rains turned many roads of Pune into river. Baner Road, in front of Sindh Society was water logged for over 4 feets for many hours. I got a chance to speak with the security guard of Sindh Society about his experience that night.
He said, "You can read most of the details in news paper. I will tell you what is not written there. The rain started suddenly and it came really fast. The road in front of our society is wide, busy and shallow. Water from all sides started rushing in and in no time around 4 feet water had accumulated on road. Many cars got choked in that mini ocean. It was natures way of flushing and cleaning the area."
He continued, "The rain also showed me many contrasting behavior of human nature. The water logging had forced everyone who was travelling on this road to take refuse in this society, as it is on elevation. Few society residents were upset on the entry of outsiders in the society. At around 12.45 AM, Mr. Bhuleshwar, who is one of millionaire and lives in the society, came out with a big water bottle in his one hand and few glasses in the other. Nobody knew this big and rich man except me and few other society residents who were present on the spot. He was approaching the people who were unwillingly stuck here and giving them water, in case they felt thirsty after such a heavy rain. See the contrast in behavior of residents same society to the same event."
He continued, "Most of the travellers lived a few kilometers from here and were returning home after days work. They turned in the society at right time to safety. But Mr. Jhunjhun Patel, who lives in this society, adjacent to road didn't. He tried to wade through the 4 feets of gushing water. His mercedez stopped breathing just 30 meters before its destination. Sometimes journey of few yards is longer than journey of many miles."
He said, "You can read most of the details in news paper. I will tell you what is not written there. The rain started suddenly and it came really fast. The road in front of our society is wide, busy and shallow. Water from all sides started rushing in and in no time around 4 feet water had accumulated on road. Many cars got choked in that mini ocean. It was natures way of flushing and cleaning the area."
He continued, "The rain also showed me many contrasting behavior of human nature. The water logging had forced everyone who was travelling on this road to take refuse in this society, as it is on elevation. Few society residents were upset on the entry of outsiders in the society. At around 12.45 AM, Mr. Bhuleshwar, who is one of millionaire and lives in the society, came out with a big water bottle in his one hand and few glasses in the other. Nobody knew this big and rich man except me and few other society residents who were present on the spot. He was approaching the people who were unwillingly stuck here and giving them water, in case they felt thirsty after such a heavy rain. See the contrast in behavior of residents same society to the same event."
He continued, "Most of the travellers lived a few kilometers from here and were returning home after days work. They turned in the society at right time to safety. But Mr. Jhunjhun Patel, who lives in this society, adjacent to road didn't. He tried to wade through the 4 feets of gushing water. His mercedez stopped breathing just 30 meters before its destination. Sometimes journey of few yards is longer than journey of many miles."
It was getting interesting now. He again started, "Many people were in panick. Inspecting their vehicles, calling on their mobiles and describing the great trouble to their friends as if they were in hell. But there was other lot of people, who were enjoying the rain. Video shooting the show of nature. Few of them were even broadcasting it to their friends using laptops, as if they are in heaven."
He continued, "It is your attitude that creates hell in this world or turns it into heaven."
And then a funny expression started appearing on his face. He said, "From somewhere coins started floating in water. The water was murky but in the lights of the street lamps a group of people started filtering water to get those coin." With slight change in his expression from fun to joy he said, "The other group of people were removing stones, rabels and other obstruction below murky water so that the road is commutable and accident free." This time he didn't add his comment about the contrast but it was implicit.
He also told me about the ways in which he helped the travellers. He helped them park their vehicle to safety, which many people collected next morning. For elders and ladies he created seating space. Some vehicles were not starting and he pushed them. He was busy through out the night doing his duty and helping people. Many people's mobile got drenched in rain and was not working. They called home from his cell. While he was doing this, he experienced sudden respect for a security guard, which otherwise is never seen from public.
I congratulated him for his well done job, thanked him on behalf of all travellers who got help from him. Before leaving, I asked him, "Anyone of them came to thank you or express their gratitude."
He smiled big and after a long pause said, "No, they will never. But you came, neither you were stuck here nor helped by me in anyway. Thats the last contrast I observed."
I felt good about my contrast. With a smile on face and joy in heart, I waved and moved on my way to home.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Elevation
Beeboo was on his usual routine of inspecting the flowers, moving quickly from one row of garden to another. On well blossomed flowers he would land with his feet and collect the nector before returning to his hive. That day, the weather started deteoriarating suddenly, forcing Beeboo to fly back fast thus breaking all speed limits. While negotiating a turn on the gusty wind, he couldn't control and collided with the hard trunk of the tree. The shock immediately switched off his brain, making him unconcious.
When Beeboo opened his eyes, he found himself on a hard bed inside a poorly lit whole. He was finding it difficult to breathe as the atmosphere was stinking bad. Still lying on bed, he murmered in a weak voice
"Where am I?"
"Dingoo's den" was the response he got from right side of the bed.
"Hello, I am Dingoo"
"How I came here?"
"Just before the storm, you fell in front of me from sky. I couldn't leave you alone and brought here. How are you now?"
"Last I remember was the collision with the tree"
"How are you feeling now?"
"I m feeling little pain, but I guess nothing serious. How long I was here?"
"Just few hours"
"Thank you Mr. Dingoo for saving my life"
"My pleasure"
"What you do Mr. Dingoo?"
"I make dung balls"
"What?" No wonder why everything is stinking, thought Beeboo in his mind. Next thought that hit his mind was why Dingoo saved him, what is the cost or favor that he would demand in return. Will it be honey? or something else? "I think I should make a move now. People of my hive would be worrying about me" said Beeboo with haste, anticipating Dingoo to put his demands.
"Sure, please do visit again" While saying this Dingoo knew what was going in Beeboo's mind and was sure that an elite bee would never visit him again. Beeboo took a sigh of relief and flied out in hurry.
After knowing the fact that his life was saved by the insect that make dung ball from the waste of animals, Beeboo was feeling uneasy. Before returning to the hive, he took a dip in the fragrant lilly. On reaching hive, he didn't spoke with anyone but took two pegs of honey and went to sleep but couldn't. Everything kept coming to his mind and slowly he realized how mean he was in suspecting the intentions of Dingoo. Strangely, next morning he wanted to see Dingoo again, after all he had saved his life. He wanted to thank Dingoo properly.
Beeboo flied to Dingoo's den and called for him in an affectionate voice. Smiling came out Dingoo. This time Beeboo didn't cared that Dingoo was an insect that lives in dung and immediately hugged him while thanking him repeatedly. Dingoo felt the warmth of thanks and friendship in Beeboo's hug. Dingoo was touched on seeing this behaviour of Beeboo. The hug started a new friendship between hearts of creatures of two different species. They spent hours chatting about their lifestyles and daily activities.
Beeboo wanted to give a treat to Dingoo, which Dingoo accepted gladly and immediately. Dingoo asked, "Where are you going to take me and when?" "Right now and the venue is a surprise" replied Beeboo. He took off while clutching Dinggo in his claws. He flew over to near by garden.
After seeing all the flowers in the garden, Beeboo dropped Dingoo in the best flower he could think of. Before Dingoo could understand anything, Beeboo told him, "Enjoy the fragrance and nector of this beautiful flower. I will see you soon." He flied away from the flower as if he was leaving Dingoo with his beloved in privacy.
Beeboo returned to the flower by evening time. To his surprise the flower had closed itself and Dingoo was locked inside it. Beeboo tried setting Dingoo free but couldn't open the grips of flower. The night fell and Beeboo decided to return to the flower early next morning. Beeboo yelled to Dingoo from outside. "The flower is not opening, I will come early morning and take you back. You don't worry, its safe inside." Dingoo had no option but replying,"Don't worry I will be fine."
Next morning when Beeboo came back, he found that the flower was plucked by the gardner. Now Beeboo was getting anxious about life of Dingoo. He kept his eyes fixed on the basket carrying the flowers. The basket was put in a van and taken to a temple. The flowers were used to decorate the idol of God. Beeboo was trying to spot Dingoo whole day but couldn't. Next day he again returned to temple, just to find that the previous days flowers are despersed in the holy river Ganges. Tensed Beeboo was flying over the flowers that were floating in the current of river Ganges and trying to spot Dingoo. Now Beeboo was really worried and his eyes filled with the tears of regret. He was dying a thousand times every second, just thinking that he is responsible for death of Dingoo, the one who saved him.
Suddenly he saw Dingoo floating on his back in the current. Beeboo's wings gained new strengths and he rushed towards Dingoo. Dingoo's eyes were still open and he was still breathing. Beeboo started shouting repeatedly "Give me your hands".
Dingoo moved his eyes to see Beeboo, but didn't raised his hands at all, instead gave a faint smile. On the repeated cry of Beeboo, he finaly raised his hands towards Beeboo.
Beeboo caught him with a strong grip and flew away from water. While flying his eyes were oozing tears that became part of river. He was constantly repeating, "I am sorry, I am really sorry" as if the priest repeats the sacred chants. After a small flight he placed Dingoo on dry land, hugged him and gave his loudest cry. Dingoo in the meanwhile was calm and never lost his composure. He hugged Beeboo back and helped him to store to normalcy.
Dingoo said, "Can you please do me two favors?"
"Anything that you want me to"
"Okay then first give me a flight over river Ganges and keep flying while I talk with you."
Puzzled Beeboo opened his mouth but before could say anything, Dingoo said "Don't ask anything, I will tell you all". Like an obedient friend, Beeboo was flying over Ganges again with Dingoo in his claws.
Dingoo started in a soft and relaxed voice. "Dont be sorry for what happened and listen to what I say very carefully, as I wont be there to repeat them. I am an insect who spent all his life living in hell, making dung ball of excreta of all creatures. I always smelled shit, but because of you I got to smell fragrance of a flower. I got to spent one complete night in the confines of that beautiful flower, drinking her nector and sleeping on her soft petals. I had not touched even a single flower before that. Next day, I found myself in the company of hundreds of such flower. Each flower beautiful than the other. To add to my luck, I just din't find myself in the temples of mighty lord, but got to sit on top of his head, attached to the flower you dropped me in. And if this was not enough, to cleanse me, I was released in the holy river of Ganges. Had I lost my life before you came, I wouldn't have called it death. After being elevated from shit to flower, then temple, then God and then holy river Ganges, if I go back to that world of shit, it would be real death"
Both were looking eye to eye, flying over the water. After a pause, when Dingoo opened his mouths to say again, Beeboo already knew what the words were going to mean. With closed eyes Beeboo listened to the most clear, confident and firm words...
"After gaining this elevation, now let me not fall again. Do the second favor and let me maintain that elevation".
Beeboo wanted to disobey those commands but couldn't. Beeboo released Dingoo and saw him falling. In that fall Beeboo saw the highest elevation of any life.
When Beeboo opened his eyes, he found himself on a hard bed inside a poorly lit whole. He was finding it difficult to breathe as the atmosphere was stinking bad. Still lying on bed, he murmered in a weak voice
"Where am I?"
"Dingoo's den" was the response he got from right side of the bed.
"Hello, I am Dingoo"
"How I came here?"
"Just before the storm, you fell in front of me from sky. I couldn't leave you alone and brought here. How are you now?"
"Last I remember was the collision with the tree"
"How are you feeling now?"
"I m feeling little pain, but I guess nothing serious. How long I was here?"
"Just few hours"
"Thank you Mr. Dingoo for saving my life"
"My pleasure"
"What you do Mr. Dingoo?"
"I make dung balls"
"What?" No wonder why everything is stinking, thought Beeboo in his mind. Next thought that hit his mind was why Dingoo saved him, what is the cost or favor that he would demand in return. Will it be honey? or something else? "I think I should make a move now. People of my hive would be worrying about me" said Beeboo with haste, anticipating Dingoo to put his demands.
"Sure, please do visit again" While saying this Dingoo knew what was going in Beeboo's mind and was sure that an elite bee would never visit him again. Beeboo took a sigh of relief and flied out in hurry.
After knowing the fact that his life was saved by the insect that make dung ball from the waste of animals, Beeboo was feeling uneasy. Before returning to the hive, he took a dip in the fragrant lilly. On reaching hive, he didn't spoke with anyone but took two pegs of honey and went to sleep but couldn't. Everything kept coming to his mind and slowly he realized how mean he was in suspecting the intentions of Dingoo. Strangely, next morning he wanted to see Dingoo again, after all he had saved his life. He wanted to thank Dingoo properly.
Beeboo flied to Dingoo's den and called for him in an affectionate voice. Smiling came out Dingoo. This time Beeboo didn't cared that Dingoo was an insect that lives in dung and immediately hugged him while thanking him repeatedly. Dingoo felt the warmth of thanks and friendship in Beeboo's hug. Dingoo was touched on seeing this behaviour of Beeboo. The hug started a new friendship between hearts of creatures of two different species. They spent hours chatting about their lifestyles and daily activities.
Beeboo wanted to give a treat to Dingoo, which Dingoo accepted gladly and immediately. Dingoo asked, "Where are you going to take me and when?" "Right now and the venue is a surprise" replied Beeboo. He took off while clutching Dinggo in his claws. He flew over to near by garden.
After seeing all the flowers in the garden, Beeboo dropped Dingoo in the best flower he could think of. Before Dingoo could understand anything, Beeboo told him, "Enjoy the fragrance and nector of this beautiful flower. I will see you soon." He flied away from the flower as if he was leaving Dingoo with his beloved in privacy.
Beeboo returned to the flower by evening time. To his surprise the flower had closed itself and Dingoo was locked inside it. Beeboo tried setting Dingoo free but couldn't open the grips of flower. The night fell and Beeboo decided to return to the flower early next morning. Beeboo yelled to Dingoo from outside. "The flower is not opening, I will come early morning and take you back. You don't worry, its safe inside." Dingoo had no option but replying,"Don't worry I will be fine."
Next morning when Beeboo came back, he found that the flower was plucked by the gardner. Now Beeboo was getting anxious about life of Dingoo. He kept his eyes fixed on the basket carrying the flowers. The basket was put in a van and taken to a temple. The flowers were used to decorate the idol of God. Beeboo was trying to spot Dingoo whole day but couldn't. Next day he again returned to temple, just to find that the previous days flowers are despersed in the holy river Ganges. Tensed Beeboo was flying over the flowers that were floating in the current of river Ganges and trying to spot Dingoo. Now Beeboo was really worried and his eyes filled with the tears of regret. He was dying a thousand times every second, just thinking that he is responsible for death of Dingoo, the one who saved him.
Suddenly he saw Dingoo floating on his back in the current. Beeboo's wings gained new strengths and he rushed towards Dingoo. Dingoo's eyes were still open and he was still breathing. Beeboo started shouting repeatedly "Give me your hands".
Dingoo moved his eyes to see Beeboo, but didn't raised his hands at all, instead gave a faint smile. On the repeated cry of Beeboo, he finaly raised his hands towards Beeboo.
Beeboo caught him with a strong grip and flew away from water. While flying his eyes were oozing tears that became part of river. He was constantly repeating, "I am sorry, I am really sorry" as if the priest repeats the sacred chants. After a small flight he placed Dingoo on dry land, hugged him and gave his loudest cry. Dingoo in the meanwhile was calm and never lost his composure. He hugged Beeboo back and helped him to store to normalcy.
Dingoo said, "Can you please do me two favors?"
"Anything that you want me to"
"Okay then first give me a flight over river Ganges and keep flying while I talk with you."
Puzzled Beeboo opened his mouth but before could say anything, Dingoo said "Don't ask anything, I will tell you all". Like an obedient friend, Beeboo was flying over Ganges again with Dingoo in his claws.
Dingoo started in a soft and relaxed voice. "Dont be sorry for what happened and listen to what I say very carefully, as I wont be there to repeat them. I am an insect who spent all his life living in hell, making dung ball of excreta of all creatures. I always smelled shit, but because of you I got to smell fragrance of a flower. I got to spent one complete night in the confines of that beautiful flower, drinking her nector and sleeping on her soft petals. I had not touched even a single flower before that. Next day, I found myself in the company of hundreds of such flower. Each flower beautiful than the other. To add to my luck, I just din't find myself in the temples of mighty lord, but got to sit on top of his head, attached to the flower you dropped me in. And if this was not enough, to cleanse me, I was released in the holy river of Ganges. Had I lost my life before you came, I wouldn't have called it death. After being elevated from shit to flower, then temple, then God and then holy river Ganges, if I go back to that world of shit, it would be real death"
Both were looking eye to eye, flying over the water. After a pause, when Dingoo opened his mouths to say again, Beeboo already knew what the words were going to mean. With closed eyes Beeboo listened to the most clear, confident and firm words...
"After gaining this elevation, now let me not fall again. Do the second favor and let me maintain that elevation".
Beeboo wanted to disobey those commands but couldn't. Beeboo released Dingoo and saw him falling. In that fall Beeboo saw the highest elevation of any life.
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