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