SOME SHORT STORIES - BY JAYAKUMAR, JK_COMPUTERS, CHAMARAJANAGAR
STORY -1
My Windows Vista Took 1 Day and 3 Hours to copy a CD content!!! Oops!
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Who invented mouse? - an article published in Indian Express. [Courtesy]
Jayakumar, Chamarajanagar
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What’s in Ladies Vanity Bag!!!! Oops!!! Nothing precious like their mind!
Courtesy Samyuktha Karnataka
STORY - 6
While I am studying in 5th standard, I have had an English lesson called 'Market'. Because of it is a primary school, a chapter contains three page or more with pictures. In this lesson, at first page a picture appeared, which contains of a family members going to market. In that picture, the elder member of that family had held a bag in his hand. The chapter begins like this, ‘look at the picture, it is Raju’s family. They are going to market. At Raju’s hand there is a bag.’ And so on. . . . .
In the year between 1990 and 2000 the plastic has took major part of human life. We almost forgot our cloth bags. We go market or anywhere without any bag or anything else. While coming back, we have had several bags in our hand sometimes!
Plastic kills human. It creates the global warming. You can be Googled ‘global warming’. In my story, I like to introduce back the cloth / paper bag back in our life. The plastic has been banned since 8 months ago at Coorg District, now in Chamarajanagar District as on dated 17-04-2011.
Support to Ban Plastic. Save Earth.
STORY - 7
Following two are the images from Yahoo! I am using Yahoomail since 2000. I created that account on 16-04-2000. That was the longest E-mail ID I ever used. After some years, Google introduced Gmail. This is what I am using. Happy to see that mail.
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Mail From Yahoo - JK_Computers
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STORY - 8
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Invention of Digital Versatile Disk - Courtesy Indian Express.
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Jayakumar Loves Google - A letter sent by Google.
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Google+
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Please read this article. [Click to enlarge it]. People leave Google as soon as their search finishes. But also Google lies on Top. But people like me always stay on Google. In my IE or Chrome, one Tab still running Google. Courtesy - Indian Express on 10 Jul 2011. By the way WELCOME TO GOOGLE+
STORY – 8
A CENTIPEDE
I have heard about one centipede – the centipede has one hundred legs. The centipede was taking a morning walk and a spider became very much intrigued. The spider must have been a mathematician or something like that. He said, “Uncle, can you satisfy my curiosity? How do you manage? One hundred legs! Which one to put first and which one to put next then… a hundred legs! You don’t fall, you don’t get confused? Do you keep counting inside? If I had one hundred legs I am certain I would not be able to walk. My legs would become entangled with each other, I would fall immediately”
The centipede laughed. He said, “you mathematician, you are always asking nonsense questions! You know that I am managing perfectly well – but I have never thought about it. Let me think it over.”
So he tried to walk and think – and he fell down immediately. He was very angry at the spider and he said, “Listen! Never ask a centipede this question again – now for my whole life I will be in trouble! I had never thought about it, things were going perfectly well. I had never looked into the matter. Now that you have asked me I will never be at the ease until I have found the answer. Trying to figure it out… you see I am in a mess! Please never ask any centipede. You have crippled me for my whole life. Now I don’t thing that I will ever be able to walk. One hundred legs! Of course you are right, and I don’t know how everything was being managed.”
STORY – 9
SLEEP
If somebody asks you how you go to sleep, don’t try to find out the answer; otherwise you will suffer from insomnia from that very day. People who suffer from insomnia, all that they need is to forget about sleep; there is no need to worry about it. If you are not feeling sleepy, be happy, enjoy. Read something, listen music, sing, dance, go for a walk – you are more fortunate than the people who are fast asleep and snoring. But forget all about sleep. Watch the stars, enjoy the stars, feel yourself far more fortunate than others, and you will fall asleep without any effort on your part. But don’t make any effort.
STORY – 10
A JOKE - COMMUNISM
Ivan, a small Russian boy, is having great difficulty grasping the basic principles of soviet communism. After several hours of instruction, his father finally says to him, “Well, look at it this way. Imagine that I, your father, am the party, that your mother is the motherland, that your brothers and sisters are the unions and you are the people.”
Ivan still cannot understand the relationship between these institutions, and in a fit of rage his father locks him inside a cupboard in the parental bedroom.
Later that night, forgetting Ivan is still there, his father makes love to his mother. When he is finally released by an embarrassed father the next morning. Ivan exclaims:
“Now I know what you meant, father. The party rapes the motherland while the unions sleep and the people stand by and suffer!”
STORY – 10
LOUISE PASTURE
Louise Pasture - Spontaneous generation – the supposed origination of living matter directly from lifeless matter.
STORY – 11
KNOWLEDGE AND LEARN
Once it happened: A man came to Sri Ramakrishna with ten thousand gold coins to offer him. Ramakrishna accepted his offerings and then said, “Now these coins are mine – you go to the Ganges and throw them all in the river.” Ramakrishna lived in a temple just on the bank of Ganges.
The man was very much shocked. “Ten thousand gold coins, solid gold coins, and this fool is saying, ‘throw them into the river!’ And I have always thought this man had become enlightened – he is simply mad”. He hesitated.
Ramakrishna said, “When you have offered them to me they no longer belongs to you. Why are you hesitating? I can send somebody else to throw away. You please go.”
The man went, reluctantly of course, and he didn’t come back. One hour passed. Ramakrishna inquired. “What happened to that man? Has he escaped with the coin? Go and inquire.”
Somebody was sent. There was a great crowd, he had gathered a great crowd, and he was throwing each single coin, one by one, and counting them!
When Ramakrishna was told, “this is what is happening – it may take few hours more,” Ramakrishna went himself, hit the man on the head and said, “Are you mad or something? When you collect coins, of course you collect them one by one, it is a gradual process. But when you are throwing them away, why are you counting? Just throw the whole bag! Whether they are ten thousand or a few more or a few less, it doesn’t matter. The Ganges won’t take any note of it!”
This is a situation. When you stop gathering knowledge you also unlearn slowly, not because unlearning has to be slow. It is only your clinging mind. It is the mind that does not want to renounce knowledge, hence it goes on postponing. It finds beautiful rationalizations.
STORY – 12
COWBOY
A Wild West cowboy purchases a house form the local priest. “This horse is very special,” the priest explains. “When you shout, ‘praise the lord’ this horse will start galloping like crazy and the only way to stop is to call out, ‘Amen!’
At once the man jumps up on the horse’s back and shouts, ‘praise the lord!’
He shoots like an arrow across the desert. Suddenly he becomes aware a steep canyon ahead of him. ‘Goddam! I forgot the other command,” he says. “What shall I do with no means to slow down this mad horse?”
Cursing and sweating, he approaches the deep canyon, and at the last moment he remembers: ‘Amen!’ and just above the gorge the horse comes to a standstill.
Trembling and relieved, with tears in his eyes, the cowboy looks up to the sky and says, “Praise the lord!”
STORY – 13
LOVE MUSIC?
The story of a music player and a condition stating ‘nobody should swaying, moving head’. if they did so, they will be punished as their head cut with the sword.
But after finishing the music court, everybody did not maintain the above said condition including king and queen.
Then the musician says that, “I was wailing for these people. These are the right people for whom I can play. Forget about the condition! It was just a strategy to prevent those who were not ready to risk their lives, it was to prevent the cowards. These are the people for whom I will play. And not only today – I am going to stay in the town for months together because these are my people.
STORY – 14
LIFE AND LOVE – ETERNAL TRUTH
A man who lost his wife, whom he loved very much, was walking on his way to Benares. His soul grew heavier with grief as he kept walking. “Pity on those who know love,” he thought. “They will never be happy, with the fear of losing the one they love.”
He sat down under a tree to rest and his reverie was interrupted by a nightingale’s song. The widower was annoyed.
“My wife loved your songs but is not around to hear them anymore. Why do you sing?”
“Because I am happy,” said the bird. “Which means you haven’t lost anyone you loved in your life,” retorted the man.
“I have lost many I’ve loved many times,” answered the nightingale. “But my love still remains the same.”
[Courtesy: Indian Express]
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Google The Great - Read this article. Google not allow you to do fake things. The Real Google The Real World. Jayakumar, Chamarajanagar
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STORY – 16
Whenever you try to open Google.com you will be automatically redirected to Google.co.in. But I always choose 'go to Google.com'. I feel and experience the greatness at Google.com. After you logout from Google.com main page simply Google something and then exit. Then your cookies relating your account activity would be cleared. Feel safe with Google. Go on Googling.
STORY – 17
THE WORDS STILL LEFT UNSAID
This is a small love story. Please know about cast of this story before you read.
Cast: Me, P, N, X.
X has proposed me. I took some time to accept her proposal. After couple of months I accepted her. I decided that she would be my life partner. I am very close friend with N. N is very close friend with P. X made N as a friend through me. P is a lecture at a college where X was joined. Life goes on. After passing an year, X started avoiding me. I was so disturbed. At that time P is well known about the character of X. One day N said to P about me and X's love. P has advised not continue love. But at that time I was in deep love with X. One day P phoned me and said that, he wanna discuss certain things about me and X. Due to unavoidable circumstances, me and P never met each other. Consequently P is dead due to his ill health. I still miss his unsaid words. He is dead without saying anything about X. He is dead with THE WORDS STILL LEFT UNSAID. Ultimately I lost X too. But I am happy to lose a person like X.
[This is an imaginary and fiction story. All characters are created and this story is only to influence how we miss a person who wanna say something about us but died intestate.]
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Courtesy: Deepika Wilson, Mysore Mitra.
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STORY – 19
MUDDY ROAD
Tanzan and Ekido were once travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling.
Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in silk kimino and sash, unable to cross the intersection. “Come on, girl”, said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. “We monks don’t go near females,” he told Tanzan, “especially not young and lovely one. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”
“I left that girl there,” said Tanzan “are you still carrying her?”
STORY – 20
SOME TECHNICAL STORY THAT I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND
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STORY – 21
THE BIRD AND THE CAGE
Enchanted by the song of a bird singing happily on the branch of a tree, a king had it caught and kept in a cage. Even singing is wrong in the presence of wrong people. The poor bird could not have imagined that his song would get him behind bars! The bird that flew in abandon in the free skies and flitted from one branch to another as he wished, now found himself in a golden cage, inlaid with precious stones to one who has tasted the freedom of the skies? A cage is a cage, whether of gold or iron.
The bird cried and cried, but the king and his courtiers thought he was singing aloud with joy! Some people can cry only like the bird did but to those who cannot perceive the cry would be an expression of joy. The bird was filled with agony and anxiety and he began to think: “Will my wings remember how to fly if I remain in this cage too long?” If he forgets the sky then of what use even if he were to be freed from the cage!
Only those that have the knowledge and the joy of freedom within their souls know what it is. By merely becoming independent, freedom cannot be known. The bird longed to be free before he lost memory of the sky.
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A TRUE LOVE STORY – SURE TOUCHES YOUR HEART
There was once an ancient and majestic tree, with branches spreading out towards the sky. When it was in a flowering mood, butterflies of all shapes, colors and sizes danced around it. When it grew blossoms and bore fruit, birds from far lands came and sang in it. The branches, like outstretched hands, blessed all who came and sat in their shade. A small boy used to come and play under it, and the big tree developed an affection for the small boy.
Love between big and small is possible, if the big is not aware that it is big. The tree did not know it was big; only man has that kind of knowledge. The big always has the ego as its prime concern, but for love, nobody is big or small. Love embraces whomsoever comes near.
So the tree developed a love for this small boy who used to come to play near it. Its branches were high, but it bent and bowed them down so that he might pluck its flowers and pick its fruit. Love is ever ready to bow; the ego is never ready to bend. If you approach the ego, its branches will stretch upwards even more; it will stiffen so you cannot reach it.
The playful child came, and the tree bowed its branches. The tree was very pleased when the child plucked some flowers; its entire being was filled with the joy of love. Love is always happy when it can give something; the ego is always happy when it can take.
The boy grew. Sometimes he slept on the tree’s lap, sometimes he ate its fruit, and sometimes he wore a crown of the tree’s flowers and acted like a jungle king. One becomes like a king when the flowers of love are there, but one becomes poor and miserable when the thorns of the ego are present. To see the boy wearing a crown of flowers and dancing about filled the tree with joy. It nodded in love; it sang in the breeze. The boy grew even more. He began to climb the tree to swing on its branches. The tree felt very happy when the boy rested on its branches. Love is happy when it gives comfort to someone; the ego is only happy when it gives discomfort.
With the passage of time the burden of other duties came to the boy. Ambition grew; he had exams to pass; he had friends to chat with and to wander about with, so he did not come often. But the tree waited anxiously for him to come. It called from its soul, ”Come. Come. I am waiting for you.” Love waits day and night. And the tree waited. The tree felt sad when the boy did not come. Love is sad when it cannot share; love is sad when it cannot give. Love is grateful when it can share. When it can surrender, totally, love is the happiest.
As he grew, the boy came less and less to the tree. The man who becomes big, whose ambitions grow, finds less and less time for love. The boy was now engrossed in worldly affairs.
One day, while he was passing by, the tree said to him, ”I wait for you but you do not come. I expect you daily.”
The boy said, ”What do you have? Why should I come to you? Have you any money? I am looking for money.” The ego is always motivated. Only if there is some purpose to be served will the ego come. But love is motiveless. Love is its own reward.
The startled tree said, ”You will come only if I give something?” That which withholds is not love. The ego amasses, but love gives unconditionally. ”We don’t have that sickness, and we are joyful,” the tree said. ”Flowers bloom on us. Many fruits grow on us. We give soothing shade. We dance in the breeze, and sing songs. Innocent birds hop on our branches and chirp even though we don’t have any money. The day we get involved with money, we will have to go to the temples like you weak men do, to learn how to obtain peace, to learn how to find love. No, we do not have any need for money.”
The boy said, ”Then why should I come to you? I will go where there is money. I need money.” The ego asks for money because it needs power.
The tree thought for a while and said, ”Don’t go anywhere else, my dear. Pick my fruit and sell it. You will get money that way.”
The boy brightened immediately. He climbed up and picked all the tree’s fruit; even the unripe ones were shaken down. The tree felt happy, even though some twigs and branches were broken, even though some of its leaves had fallen to the ground. Getting broken also makes love happy, but even after getting, the ego is not happy. The ego always desires more. The tree didn’t notice that the boy hadn’t even once looked back to thank him. It had had its thanks when the boy accepted the offer to pick and sell its fruit.
The boy did not come back for a long time. Now he had money and he was busy making more money from that money. He had forgotten all about the tree. Years passed. The tree was sad. It yearned for the boy’s return – like a mother whose breasts are filled with milk but whose son is lost. Her whole being craves for her son; she searches madly for her son so he can come to lighten her.
Such was the inner cry of that tree. Its entire being was in agony.
After many years, now an adult, the boy came to the tree. The tree said, ”Come, my boy. Come embrace me.”
The man said, ”Stop that sentimentality. That was a childhood thing. I am not a child any more.” The ego sees love as madness, as a childish fantasy. But the tree invited him: ”Come, swing on my branches. Come dance. Come play with me.” The man said, ”Stop all this useless talk! I need to build a house. Can you give me a house?”
The tree exclaimed: ”A house! I am without a house.” Only men live in houses. Nobody else lives in a house but man. And do you notice his condition after his confinement among four walls? The bigger his buildings, the smaller man becomes. ”We do not stay in houses, but you can cut and take away my branches – and then you may be able to build a house.”
Without wasting any time, the man brought an axe and severed all the branches of the tree. Now the tree was just a bare trunk. But love cares not for such things – even if its limbs are severed for the loved one. Love is giving; love is ever ready to give.
The man didn’t even bother to thank the tree. He built his house. And the days flew into years.
The trunk waited and waited. It wanted to call for him, but it had neither branches nor leaves to give it strength. The wind blew by, but it couldn’t even manage to give the wind a message. And still its soul resounded with one prayer only: ”Come. Come, my dear. Come.” But nothing happened.
Time passed and the man had now become old. Once he was passing by and he came and stood by the tree. The tree asked, ”What else can I do for you? You have come after a very, very long time.”
The old man said, ”What else can you do for me? I want to go to distant lands to earn more money. I need a boat, to travel.” Cheerfully, the tree said, ”But that’s no problem, my love. Cut my trunk, and make a boat from it. I would be so very happy if I could help you go to faraway lands to earn money. But, please remember, I will always be waiting your return.”
The man brought a saw, cut down the trunk, made a boat and sailed away. Now the tree is a small stump. And it waits for its loved one to return. It waits and it waits and it waits. The man will never return; the ego only goes where there is something to gain and now the tree has nothing, absolutely nothing to offer. The ego does not go where there is nothing to gain. The ego is an eternal beggar, in a continuous state of demand, and love is charity. Love is a king, an emperor! Is there any greater king than love? I was resting near that stump one night. It whispered to me, ”That friend of mine has not come back yet. I am very worried in case he might have drowned, or in case he might be lost. He may be lost in one of those faraway countries. He might not even be alive any more. How I wish for news of him! As I near the end of my life, I would be satisfied with some news of him at least. Then I could die happily. But he would not come even if I could call him. I have nothing left to give and he only understands the language of taking.” The ego only understands the language of taking; the language of giving is love.
STORY – 23
INTELLIGENCE
Once Mullah Nasruddin was begging in a big market of a town. Whenever he asked for money, people would show him a large coin and a small one. Nasruddin would always choose the small one and people would laugh at him. A passerby who saw him being mocked asked Nasruddin why he always chose the small coin: “when people offer two coins, and you choose the larger one they will think you have money, and hence you will not be considered an idiot.” He added: “if I always chose the larger coin, people would stop offering me money, in order to tell themselves I am a greater fool than they are. Then I would no longer receive money. It’s fine to appear to be a fool, if what you are doing is smarter.”
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FOOT NOTES:
1) The stories from 8 to 13, 21 are selected from Osho Books.
2) The story 19 courtesty from Indian Express.
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