Short Story : My Name is Chocolate

'My Name is Chocolate' is a story about a naughty house cat and Parker his pal.

ChocolateWhen Parker returned home he saw all his project papers shredded, he got furious over it. Bad time for his two year old Chocolate! Yes, that’s his cat’s name. As usual, Chocolate sensed his return and rushed to the hall to welcome him with his unusual Meows and Purrs.

Parker at his peak of frustration that all his hard work was destroyed now! Meanwhile Chocolate came close to him. He kicked him firmly. “Maaaeow” he screamed and thrown almost some 7 feet away. But nothing fatal, since he is a strong cat. He hurried under the sofa like Captain Jack Sparrow and peeked at Parker.

“What happened to you? Why you hit me? I did nothing. Have not scratched you!” his scared looks conveyed this message.

Chocolate is an unusually faithful cat and loves Parker a lot. For this cat, he is the whole world. At times Chocolate caused bloody scratches on him, but Parker would always take him lightly. They understood each other so well. But this aggressive behaviour was unusual for that cat.

Parker went to his room and locked inside.

“Parker.. Where are you? I told you not to keep the front doors open when you are in your room!” his mother arrived.

“Meow” Chocolate went to her with a silent voice and gently rubbed his head on her palm. Definitely he was not going to complain about Parker.

“Hey Chocolate! You look terrible. Where is Parker? He is not playing with you today?” she grabbed the cat and walked to Parker’s room.

“Open the door” she knocked thrice. No response from him.

“Dear, are you alright?” she got worried a bit and let Chocolate down on the floor.

Moeaow” as usual Chocolate tried his modulated Meows.

“Are you going to open or not? This is not good Dear” she knocked continuous and the door opened.

She saw him crying. “What happened Son?” She wrapped her arm around his shoulders.

Chocolate was looking at them, sitting just outside the room “Meaw” he called Parker.

“Why are you not coming inside Chocolate?” she asked the cat “Did anything wrong with you both?”

“I kicked him” Parker admitted.

“But why?”

“He has torn away my Project note into pieces” he replied.

She looked at Chocolate, who just emulated “I was just playing with it :)”

“Oh Chocolate” she went on to search the note and found it beside the window. The breeze was gentle and that could have made him curious to play with. No one was home to play… flying papers… and obviously for a playful cat like Chocolate would do the obvious!

Poor Chocolate had no idea what notebook was that, in fact, it was Parker who taught him to shred papers when they play.

“Look what he has done!” Parker came out of his room.

“Dear, you will have a copy of your work on your computer, you can print them again. But look at him, he is not aware of what he did. For him the toilet paper, newspaper and any paper is just a toy to play with. You left it here open and breeze blown the papers so he did this!” she explained.

Parker seemed to realize. “I am the one who taught him this right?” He started searching for Chocolate under the sofa. He was not there.

“Chocolate!” he called his pet for a compromise. They both searched him everywhere, he disappeared suddenly. The front doors were still open.

“Did he go outside?” Parker rushed. The busy street outside was never been a safe place for cats. Many were hit by cars. They both ran outside to find Chocolate.

“Mommy, will he be ok?” worried Parker almost cried. “Don’t worry, he is a smart cat we will find him”

“Chocolate!” they inquired around and shouted his name. But no sign of him. As it was getting dark, she advised that they should get back to home and wait for Chocolate to return.

Parker was crying, “I made a mistake, I was so rude”.

“It’s ok dear, he will understand you” she comforted him.

They walked back home. They could not believe what they saw and burst out to laugh.

“Purr.. Purr…” Chocolate was busy tearing off the remaining papers of that project note! 🙂

 - Words by Din

In our life too, our anger takes over the real character and sometimes we may behave rude with our beloved ones. We must understand that mistakes do happen, it’s always better not to judge our beloved ones. When we look deeper, the mistake could be petty and always there will be a solution. 

We should forget hatred like pets and ready to accept our mistakes like the wise. Not finding fault at first matters, all it matters is who let go the issue and compromise first 🙂

Story : Hammer, Nails and Scar

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Once upon a time there was a little boy who was talented, creative, handsome, and extremely bright. A natural leader. The kind of person everyone would normally have wanted on their team or project. But he was also self-centered and had a very bad temper. When he got angry, he usually said, and often did, some very hurtful things. In fact, he seemed to have little regard for those around him. Even friends. So, naturally, he had few. “But,” he told himself, “that just shows how stupid most people are!”

As he grew, his parents became concerned about this personality flaw, and pondered long and hard about what they should do. Finally, the father had an idea. And he struck a bargain with his son. He gave him a bag of nails, and a BIG hammer. “Whenever you lose your temper,” he told the boy, “I want you to really let it out. Just take a nail and drive it into the oak boards of that old fence out back. Hit that nail as hard as you can!”

Of course, those weathered oak boards in that old fence were almost as tough as iron, and the hammer was mighty heavy, so it wasn’t nearly as easy as it first sounded. Nevertheless, by the end of the first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence (That was one angry young man!). Gradually, over a period of weeks, the number dwindled down. Holding his temper proved to be easier than driving nails into the fence! Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He felt mighty proud as he told his parents about that accomplishment.

“As a sign of your success,” his father responded, “you get to PULL OUT one nail. In fact, you can do that each day that you don’t lose your temper even once.”

Well, many weeks passed. Finally one day the young boy was able to report proudly that all the nails were gone.

At that point, the father asked his son to walk out back with him and take one more good look at the fence. “You have done well, my son,” he said. “But I want you to notice the holes that are left. No matter what happens from now on, this fence will never be the same. Saying or doing hurtful things in anger produces the same kind of result. There will always be a scar. It won’t matter how many times you say you’re sorry, or how many years pass, the scar will still be there. And a verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. People are much more valuable than an old fence. They make us smile. They help us succeed. Some will even become friends who share our joys, and support us through bad times. And, if they trust us, they will also open their hearts to us. That means we need to treat everyone with love and respect. We need to prevent as many of those scars as we can.”

Moral: It is obvious for humans to get anger sometimes, but we should know that when we are anger the wise thing to do is to do nothing and remain silent. Whatever the action whether it is speaking, or shouting or reacting whatever, please stop doing anything in anger. Anything done in anger will have marks which are tough to erase. 

Powerful Quote #8 : Anger

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Powerful Quote #8 : Anger
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Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret.

Ambrose Bierce