Life is not as hard as most people consider it to be. Actually, it's a matter of our fulfillment and performance and how much we expect from ourselves. To Vicky, life is not hard at all. What do we do if we have nothing to do? Everybody needs to do something, whether they like it or not. It's their work that keeps them going in life. It also helps others to keep doing their everyday jobs. No barber can cut their own hair. Not every job can be done by everyone.
So, everybody has to do something to earn a living. Now, it's up to you how you perform your duties and obligations. It means you should do it or not do it; if you do it, then do it nicely. Then you won't find it hard. People will love you if you love your job. That's a secret of happiness, too.
"Oh my God, how would I survive in such a malpractice?" Vicky often found himself lost in thought, unable to help but lie in bed and cry. After his parents' passing, he was left with grim future, no means to support himself and his seven siblings.
"How can I earn a living and continue my education?" He tried to think more reasonably, but couldn't. His scared worries overwhelmed him like a nightmare. He needed some reasonable means to survive, but he had nothing to do but cry, despite having plenty of time. His racing heart weakened his postures sometimees.
"Dear Vicky, I want to ask you something." "Yes, please?" Fortunately, he ran into a former classmate at the barber shop. The question his friend asked changed Vicky's life forever. It was a ray of hope in his journey ahead. "Vicky, I want to change my field of study. What should I opt for? I'm struggling with my current subjects."
Vicky suggested alternative subjects to his friend, one by one. Finally, he chose those subjects that Vicky was studying in college. The very next question became a ray of hope in his life. "Who will teach me these subjects?" Vicky answered this question, but he refused to join any private tuition elsewhere. It was hard for him to manage also. He requested Vicky to coach him on these subjects, including his favourite one, "English".
It was just the beginning of a new era in Vicky's life, and he had got a way to survive. After a few days, there was an addition of one more student with his elder brother who was studying in school. This made Vicky more active and excited. By the end of the month, when he tried to pay Vicky for his services, Vicky refused. "Take it, sir. You deserve it, please."
Hesitatingly, Vicky accepted, and within a short period, there was an increase in the number of pupils one by one. It made Vicky very happy and excited. With the passage of time, Vicky got more and more students to teach because there were none to teach at the college level. He started teaching girls and boys in his locality, and parents requested him to teach their kids.
Though it was a good start, it gave him the opportunity to earn a living, and he could easily manage his educational expenses. "Can you please teach my daughter?" she asked. "She's in her second year and wants to improve her English." "Sure," Vicky replied.
The mother was more interested in Vicky than her daughter's studies, and Vicky sensed her intentions but tried to politely decline. However, the mother persisted. Meanwhile, another student joined the group, who was jealous of the daughter and often tried to tease her. One day, he started arguing with her brother, and their quarrel escalated into a physical fight. Vicky had to intervene to resolve the situation.
Vicky's life was changing, and he was becoming a beacon of hope for many students in his locality. His sublime dedication and passion for teaching had brought a novelty in his life, and he was finally finding his good footing.
Despite the power of challenges he faced, Vicky remained resolute and focused on his goals. He continued to preach and inspire his students, and his reputation as a great teacher had a good start spread.
Vicky's experience, got a fame of testament to the power of resilience and determination, and a reminder that with hard work and dedication, anyone can overcome adversity and achieve one's cherished dreams.
He had never been so happy when he visited his father's farm. The pleasure of touching the velvety grass was overwhelming, so he lay down and gazed up at the deep blue sky. His eyes caught sight of a hawk curving down towards the woods, its wings spread wide. He got up and rushed to see the hawk up close, his heart racing with excitement. Belly thought that it was in some trouble, but when he reached the spot, he found nothing amiss elsewhere.The hawk seemed to have vanished into thin air. He was panting badly due to the steep ups and downs of the field, his breathlessness a testament to his eagerness. His attendant was there to follow his orders, but he was still confused, his brow furrowed in concern. He had seen the hawk's flight plummeting downward, its scream echoing through the air. "Where has it gone?' he wondered, his mind racing with possibilities. He rushed back to the place where he saw the hawk's flight, his eyes scanning the ground, searching for any sign of the majestic
Sometimes, it's too hard to believe that an incident has taken place in one's life. Even though he tries to forget it, still it remains a permanent etch in his memory, despite having tried to pul out from the enormous store of mind. Vicky got married and had a nice baby. His old mother was also with his small family. Usually on every Sunday, they having their empty baskets used to visit the market to buy some crockery and garments. But little did they know, their joyous outing would soon turn into a nightmare. After a while, he and his wife hoping to get some enduring shoes went to another corner, leaving their two-year-old baby with his mother near in a shop. Here the trauma began that challenged the couple to face.Vicky's legs started trembling with mind-blowing fears as he struggled to walk up and down the street. His mind raced with a single, haunting question: "Has he lost his child?". He answered, 'No'(The incident occurred 25 years ago, but the memory still keeps a gro
Though the winding lanes somewhere connected to another lane, it always gives pleasure to be lost in these lanes. Sometimes vacant lanes are filled with horrors that somebody is swiftly coming behind you. You take steps hurriedly to finish it. One lane is always filled with a sweet aroma, while others are streaked with a stingy smell all the time, especially on a Sunday, it was a pleasure to move across the lanes. One could also reach their destination by hopping from one to another, but that was always seems too dangerous to go through. Some of the houses are very haunting and frightening, and nobody dared to go inside. While moving through such buildings, one always met with a culprit who was looking for a place to hide himself. The person whom Vicky was looking for expected to happen on his way. But it did happened at once. "Oh, I could escape now!" There was no more turn to get rid of her. She stopped and wating for him to come nearer and Vicky stepped were stuck. He tried to av
Happiness is an attitude of mind, born of the simple determination to be happy under all outward circumstances." - J. Donald WaltersOpening his eyes, Vicky gazed out the window at a bright blue sky above thousands of waves, creating a motion picture of sounds and surf. Flying seagulls with their piercing squawks over the mighty ocean were enhancing the vast view, making it more poignant and vivid. "What could I do?"He wondered what lay beneath the surface, where the ocean's pulse crashed against the dark brownish rocks and rebounded back to the swells of the sea. The powerful and colorful panorama danced around him, mesmerizing him. But could Vicky let himself be crushed by the burden of immediate obligations, or could he seize the moment and let joy in? His mind was overloaded with myraid questions. "O Lord, have mercy on me!"Finnally, the choice was his: to squander his time in procrastination or seize every opportunity on his way. With a new day ahead, he had the chance to harne
It was almost incredible that Vicky was so fortunate to avoid an accident that could have led to a serious crisis just before his departure to Greece, and it filled him with a sense of ease and seriousness. Are you really going?" "Yes, I'm really going; at any time I can fly to Athens. It's my cherished dream." Vicky was very happy that he had finally got his visa stamped for Greece. He was busy collecting some important documents, books and paintings, and packing his bags etc. Shandy was very sad and wished to see him more than twice a day. Vicky was also very worried about his old mother that he was going to leave her behind. With a very heavy heart, he was trying to satisfy everyone in the family. "Would you meet me alone somewhere?" Vicky reluctantly agreed. Before departing for Greece, he headed towards the park on his motorbike. As he approached the park, he noticed a gang of four boys harassing two girls - Shandy and her friend - who were chatting and walking leisurely on the
"What a nice aroma! All seems nice and delicious!" Without looking at Vicky, Jacxon answered Vicky's expression. The youth of Vicky's campus were chatting and enjoying the sumptuous meal. It was cold enough, they were demanding cold drinks. "One more please!" A group of intimate friends were eating their dinner and talking about some drawings anxiously. "Drawings?" Vicky's ears perked up instinctively. A group of eighty girls from the Girls' College was on an excursion trip to a hill station. They had been climbing up and down all the day and now seemed very tired. Some of theme did horse riding, too. Vicky, along with some colleagues, was with that cluster of young girls. It was a two-day trip. After dinner, Vicky overheard some girls requesting their group in-charge to accompany them down the street to pick up their drawings, which they had ordered from a shop. The artist promised them to collect the sketches by the evening. They were worried because the party would leave for anoth
Vicky's jacket got hooked on a cab while crossing the road, and his friend cried out, "Catch him! Don't let him go!" In a fury and chaos, Vicky chased the cabman, grabbed him by the shirt, and started bickering. In no time, one of his friends incited him further, and Vicky, without thinking, headbutted the cabman. Blood streamed down the cabman's face, and Vicky trembled, trying to let him go, but the cabman held tight. It was too late to retreat. Now Vicky tried to get rid of his shir front, but the cabman used maximum energy to close his first and had his own plan to wangle. Vicky is inside the cab accompanied by the cabman heading towards the cluster of cabs.When Vicky's friends saw him in a pitiful state, they attempted to step in, but the cabman stubbornly refused to release him.He gripped him tightly. Vicky was both severely injured and enraged, prompting his friends to try to mediate the situation. However, their efforts only led to further escalation. There was no use of i
One always forgets the pang and pain of one's current suffering, one's beautiful past always remains a permanent treat in the drudgery and humdrum of life. This episode of his is a glimpse into his life's journey, where his love for pets blossomed into a passion for art. he hopes to keep it afresh in the store of his memory before his final sleep. "Moma, dad, come, come and see, Vicky is not in his room!" his elder sister cried. Commuion and turmoil erupted at once as everyone yelled and taunted each other for their carelessness in letting the baby go missing early afternoon. The disappearance of the baby left everyone in a state of denial, with no one willing to take ownership of the mistake or acknowledge their role in the chaos that had unfolded at once.Faces were etched with worry, and no one knew where little Vicky could be. He left no sign that would help them to lead. "Where did you see him last?" mother asked. "I don't know." elder sis replied.Unaware of the frantic search
Logan Murphy called Serena. Serena always started her day with his hello, but today she didn't pick up his call. Serena's thoughts drifted to Johnson again, the man she never expected in her life, but loved him so much.Logan was planning to marry in just a few weeks. He was a perfect match for Serena and she also loved his style and way of thinking. He was a bit more mature and older than Johnson. He loved her and was ready to get everything she wanted to settle their lives.Now, Johnson's sudden reappearance had disrupted their plans, sending numerous reservations into their minds. He disturbed their tranquil lives. Logan was repine about his recent missing chance of winning. Serena phoned Vicky and requested him to see her at the cafe. Vicky was sitting in the staff room of his campus during a break, going through the paper. He was interested in applying somewhere. He came across a passage that he decided to translate into simpler English for his next class. It was related to stu
Serana's phone buzzed and she received an unknown call. She didn't attend and scrolled off. Again, she received the call from the same unknown number and she handed over the cell phone to Vicky to attend it. Both Serena and Vicky were relishing the hot coffee under the shade of an open-air cafe. "Who's there?" Vicky asked in a low and quizzical manner. "Me Johnson's here." the voice replied. "Johnson?" Serena spoke wide-eyed. "Hi, What's up? " Serena took the mobile and replied to Johnson. "I'm here in your city, and want to see you," Johnson said. Johnson was the boy whom Serena loved so much and her entire life revolved around him. They wanted to get married and planned together. But his parents wanted to marry Johnson to Harper. So the match was rejected by Johnson's parents and Serena was disheartened. Later, she started her new job and shifted to the city where he met with Vicky. Here Serena met Logan Murphy and they were planning to get married soon. He was working in an i
Joe was already sitting in the Vice Principal's office, waiting for Vicky and seek some help. He was accompanied by his eighteen-year-old elder daughter. She was studying for a BS program.She needed some money for some dues to pay. Vicky did not know about the situation. When Vicky arrived, she sat down beside them on the office sofa. Vicky glanced around the room, expecting the person who wanted to see him to arrive. But Joe was already seated, waiting for him. At first Vicky did not know about the purpose of his visit, and after some pleminary compliments both talked about some other matters.There was pause and after a few minutes of silence, Joe broke the ice and Vicky was surprised to hear his narration. "Sir, do you remember our previous meeting?" Joe asked Vicky.Vicky's expression turned quizzical, unsure of the meeting's purpose still. But as Joe's words sparked his memory, a smile spread across Vicky's face. Vicky was sure that now it would be a matter of some 'money'."A
Jake opened his bag and pulled out a bottle of perfume he had recently bought with his pocket money. Meanwhile, Vicky due to his meeting with Serena last, was running late, struggling to wrap up his last evening lecture. He was still thinking about the loss that he had made in contact with fraudulant Stephen Moor.The students were waiting for Vicky, Jake entertained his classmates with cups of coffee and proudly displayed his new perfume, jokingly spraying it around and teasing himself. His classmates were hurling and kidding him. Emma and Harper surrounded him, laughing and boasting to him.As Jake entered the classroom, he did not realize he had left his perfume bottle in the corridor. Emma pointed to him, "Oh no!" He muttered to himself, frustrated at his carelessness. Vicky was in the classroom, holding some worksheets, passing instructions. "Today, we're going to do an activity related to our previous lecture. Come on, hurry up!" Jake considered going back for his perfume, bu
Vicky's phone buzzed and he ignored the call because it was from an unknow contact. He just viewed and and dropped his cell phone in his pocketbook and moved on. Again it buzzed and Vicky scrolled and didn't speak any words.The voice informed him, "I'm from the 'writers community' functional by the Medium, and want to talk to you." Vicky asked, "Who's there and why you're calling me again and again?" "I'm an established writer and want to help you to grow as an established writer, too." she explianed with conviction.Vicky asked,"How?" After some conversation, the person requsted to shift to the Telegram for further negotiation. He also shared the Id of Stephen Moor on the W******p and Vicky switched to Telegram.After some exchange the Stephen Moor started his work to trap Vicky. He aptly offered Vickey to get registered in the community writers that belonged to the Medium, assuring him to earn $100 weekly.The offere seemed to be very attractive as writing was Vicky's passion and h
"Don't speak negatively about yourself." These words always haunted Vicky, and he always tried to find some reasons to justify his quitting the institute. During his one-month notice, he appeared in an interview and got the opportunity to teach. He read these valuable words spoken by Bruce Lee on social media, He started pondering over the statement about how one could speak negatively about oneself. "A man has a physical body that needs energy to keep fit, and his brain needs thoughts to keep it sharp. Vicky thought, "Just as our bodies require nourishment to function optimally, our minds crave mental stimulation to stay active and healthy." He had very good company with his colleagues and chatted well on all issues, yet he still felt himself a lone wolf. He talked to his colleague Jennifer, "But what fuels our minds? Simply thinking is not enough." Jennifer said, "Thinking is a continuous process, but how do we train our brains to think constructively and positively, to cultiva
Vicky stood calmed outside Oakwood Vocational Institute's grand entrance, his pulse quickening with expectancy and reservation. Having made the bold decision to leave Newokland Institute behind, he was ready to embrace new challenges and opportunities for personal growth.As he stepped onto the campus, a surge of excitement coursed through him. Renowned for its pioneering approach to education and skill development, Oakwood Vocational Institute promised an unparalleled experience.Principal Thompson's warm smile welcomed Vicky, "We're thrilled to have you on board!" The cutting-edge facilities and vibrant student life left Vicky awestruck. His new colleagues greeted him with interest and warmth. Mrs. Jeans was very happy and over-excited.During his inaugural week, Vicky studied headfirst into the institute's distinctive culture, impressed by its emphasis on:1. Interdisciplinary learning2. Project-based skill acquisition3. Community servicesPrincipal Thompson summoned Vicky to his
Vicky finished his lecture and browsed W******p, where a post from the head office caught his attention. The message announced a new policy, which he quickly shared in his group chat. Leaving the institution, he headed home, unaware of the stir his share would cause.Later, while checking his phone, Vicky saw a news report shared by his worthy colleagues: a disturbing rape case in the city where the head office was located. Intrigued, he opened W******p to find his group chat flooded with passionate debates and shocking views on the policy post he had shared just hours ago.Vicky's eyes scanned the messages in his inbox, a growing sense of unease settling in. He quickly reopened the post shared by the head office and re-read it carefully. Alarm bells rang in his mind as he realized the discrepancy between the post's content and the video attached."Without hesitation, Vicky rushed to his W******p status, located the offending post, and deleted it. The video had conveyed a completely di
"You look so gorgeous, sweetheart!", Vicky commented as he looked at Ashely. She looked back at him because she was walking to the corridor to meet her client. She had been working for a pharmaceutical company for three months. She was trying to complete her last semester at secondary high school."Hi, Vicky, where have you been?" Ashely asked Vicky. "I have been to a walk-in interview. I have recently applied for the job," Vicky replied eagerly. "Oh, I see," she did not comment. She looked back at her reflection in the tinted window pane and studied her facial looks that would warrant such an amazing comment that Vicky had just passed on her. She was beautiful, true, but Vicky was not interested in her. It was Ashely only who was making attempts to impress him with her cajolery before meeting with Jermy. Her manager, seeing the hesitation on her face, tried to know about her today's visits. He tried to coax her and made her speak. Ashely replied cautiously, "Only one client today,