A friend who never was

Hey! You have one nice short story here.

Rishav K Singh

He doubted that his passenger might be a terrorist, planning to bomb this school, terrorizing young minds. Was he helping an anarchist? No! He couldn’t get so mean for money. But, if that was the truth, why would he visit the Police headquarters? For questioning? No! No! A man under suspicion would never attempt another crime. Perhaps, he truly was an investigator, But, a 15 year old investigator! How could it be possible? Certainly, one of his relatives must have been a cop and that’s why he got interested in investigations at such a young age.

Finally settling at a conclusion, cabbie paid attention on the path and found that he had been driving wrong way, for quite some time.

He began to turn around.

“What’s the matter?” Enquired the stranger, frustrated at the lengthy ride.

“We will have to turn around. There’s police blockade ahead.” Cabbie replied, covering up…

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Eight Lies of a Mother by Navjit Singh

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This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn’t
enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her
portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she
would say “Eat this rice, son! I’m not hungry.”
This was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our
house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a
little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught
just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup,
mother would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone
of the fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I
gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused
it and said, “Eat this fish, son! I don’t really like fish.”
This was Mother’s Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to
bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh
matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One
wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by
candlelight. So I said, “Mother, go to sleep; it’s late: you can
continue working tomorrow morning.” Mother smiled and said “Go to
sleep, son! I’m not tired.”
This was Mother’s Third Lie.

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After
dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the
bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a
glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as
strong as my Mother’s love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I
at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said
“Drink, son! I’m not thirsty!”.
This was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After Father’s death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent.
She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our
family’s life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation.
Seeing our family’s condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near
my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other
neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my
mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying “I don’t
need love.”
This was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my
old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every
morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but
she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, “I
have enough money.”
That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my Master’s Degree. Funded by the
American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies.
With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life
in America but Mother didn’t want to bother her son; she said to me
“I’m not used to high living.”
That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.

In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be
hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit
Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but
I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said,
“Don’t cry, son! I’m not in pain.”
That was Mother’s Eighth Lie.

Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL! M
– O – T – H – E – R

“M” is for the Million things she gave me,
“O” means Only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the Tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her Heart of gold,
“E” is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,
“R” means Right, and right she’ll always be,

Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER” a word that means the world to me.

For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom’s
presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren’t so
blessed, this is even more beautiful.

Forwarded by: Anna

Miscommunication

Miscommunication

A co-worker got a pen stuck inside our printer. He started to try and remove the pen, but I told him we don’t have time for that now, just put a note on the printer telling folks not to use it and then report it to the Help Desk. So he grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled on it. I left before he finished the note.

About 20 minutes later, one of my techs comes in laughing and says he was just in the lobby, saw a piece of paper on a printer and went to investigate.

  • Attached is what he found. Sometimes things don’t always come out the way you want them to……..

Now that you’ve smiled at least once, it’s your turn to spread the stupidity and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to (maybe even a chuckle)….

We all need to smile every once in a while.

 

 

Forwarded by: Joylyn