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The Last Hero

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She started speaking…

Just like many lucky kids, I also can say proudly that my father is my hero. When does “a just another father” turns a hero? It does not demand any special cinematic scenes or a formidable villain to make our man a hero.

I started feeling a hero in my father when he took a stand against the most fearful character in my life. Well, that was the time I started going to school and that character is my teacher Stella, who used to give all the scary assignments on the 2 lined and 4 lined note. I compared that horror of writing 2-3 pages of homework to eating spinach. On Spinach’s case my mother takes the teacher’s place and always insist me to eat them complete. I had no choice because even my father supports her.

But the choice was with me, when it comes to my homeworks. I felt it so tough to complete 2-3 pages and submitted my half done assignments to Teacher-Stella. Gone the day one, day two of her advices and finally she called up my parents to complain against me. 

It was the day my hero emerged. My father reached school and listened to the teacher’s complaints. He advised teacher-Stella that she should allow me some time to pick up writing speed and give less assignments. My father backed me. That angered her and she yelled at my dad that he was careless about his child’s future.

My father turned towards other kids and asked openly “Hey Kids, do you like homework?”. Even I didn’t expect that and we all kids remained silent. Of course, we were at our LKG and our teacher was standing just before us; how could we answer!

“Do not worry, Stella Miss won’t say anything, you can tell” my father insisted us to reply. I was the first girl to raise my hand and say “No”, then a few other kids joined me and then the entire class. I could still remember the reaction on teacher-Stella’s face. 

My father smiled at her. She went on to advise him, “See, this is not the way, which kid  like to do the homework. After all, it’s just 3 pages and takes 10 mins to complete. You should understand and do not encourage kids like this”.

He took my 4 lined note and the assignment “A for Apple, B for Ball, C for Cat” was still incomplete. He gave it to her and asked “Miss Stella are you right or left?” 

“Right!” She replied with a question in her eyes. 

“Fine, then, you take a pencil and try completing these 3 pages in 10 mins, but with your left hand” my father challenged her.

She smiled “Ha ha.. Are you kidding me?”

“No, I am serious, just take it easy. Try once” my father smiled back.

She tried as my father told and she started writing with her left hand. God! She wrote exactly same as how we used to write. The letters wobbled, there are waves and every letter was like Kurkure chips. We all laughed when my father shown it to us, so as the teacher-Stella. 🙂 She could not complete even a single page with neatness. 

She needed no explanation that our tender fingers and her unpracticed left hand faced the same hurdles. My father won that day and homeworks were reduced. Not just alone for me, but for the entire kids.

That day he became my hero.

And today he has become a hero of this entire nation. I may not know what terrorism is all about, I am just a Sixth Class student giving this speech before you. But I am sure you all know what violence and terrorism is all about. I am sure about what a gun is, what a bomb is and what happens when it is fired. They tried to do the same on that school bus. Why they tried to kill school kids? I hope you can find any sense out of it, Can you? No? Right? Yes, I am also unable to find any justice in killing innocents.

My father was not a bomb squad expert. All he could do was to take that bomb and run as far as he could away from the school bus and kids. He did that so well. He saved everyone. But there was no Hero to save my father’s life from that bomb.

But I do have a message to the Terrorists “Thanks for making my Father a Hero in million of hearts, before he was a hero in just a single heart and I request you all terrorists to let my father be The Last Hero”. 

Thank you all.

She completed addressing the crowd and the national media, filling millions of eyes with tears and gratitude. There she goes along with her mother to collect the Bravery Award for her Father and her Last Hero.

- Written by Din

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Story : On time – An Employee’s relinquishment

“What happened Peter?, will it take more time?”

“Karan, seems I need a mechanic to fix it!”

“Ok, let’s do something I catch up an auto, you arrange a mechanic. I have to be there on time”

“Hmm.. Sounds better, you go fast the meeting will commence in another 30 mins, I will handle this. You must be there”

“Auto!” one arrived at his service immediately. “Go to Crescent IT park”

He heaved “What a day! Breakdown, when there is no traffic jam!” he thought.

Vehicles moved a little faster than usual. He hoped to make it on time.

“Excuse me, sir!” the auto driver slowed down to the left.

“What happened?, you too don’t say a break down story again” Karan felt panic about the meeting, he must be there on time to give the presentation.

The auto has stopped, the driver stepped out with his water bottle and sipped some water.

“It’s getting late?” Karan chafed.

“Sorry, Please get another auto sir!” the driver fought for breath.

“What? Crazy man! Why the hell, then you…!” Karan, not much interested to argue with him and got out of the auto and his mobile was ringing.

Karan answered “Yes, Sir, I am on the way… I will make it on time… Actually the car broke down. Not a problem sir, Thank you, no need to send any car, Yes sir, I’ll be there. See you there”.

Karan glared the auto driver and walked a couple of feet. “Auto!” he called up for another one and there was no scarcity of autos in the city.

“Crescent Towers.” he was about to get in. He wanted to give an ultimate accusing look at the previous driver and looked at his direction.

“My God!” Karan’s anger crumbled to see that auto driver collapsed on the roadside. With no delay, he jumped out of that auto and rushed to him. Blood was oozing out of his nose and he seemed unconscious. He called out the other auto driver to help moving him inside the auto.

“Go to the nearest hospital!” he urged the auto driver.  The fierce auto was chasing the other vehicles; towards the hospital.

“Sorry sir, I cannot make it, please send the car to Peter and he can handle the presentation. I explain everything later, sir!” Karan spoke out “NO” to his boss for the first time and he made it to the Hospital on time.

– DinIndian tuk-tuk running on compressed natural gas

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Touching Story : “We Can Save Her”

“She is a just 7 years old Doctor! How come?” I could not control my tears. “What to do? Sometimes even we doctors have no answers, even if we do, it is so difficult to answer at a situation like this. It is so rare and probability is 1 in a million gets this kind of cancer! At least we have found it very early. Let us hope for the best. You can take her for the best treatment available, we can save her…” the doctor continued telling some medical terms for explaining her condition but I listened to nothing but echoes of the words “We can save her…!”

A small girl being examined by the doctor.I walk out of the room, my heart beats are being replaced by “We can save her”. I knew the money needed is too big to our savings, insurance claims and our little properties. My family approached me and my wife asked me with questions on her eyes “Nothing right? When can we take her home? I know all because of not having proper food! You pampered her too much. I am not going to listen to you both anymore.” She sounded so innocent like her child.

Pappa(child) needs some healthy proper food, as you said. It is available only in a bigger hospital. We need to take her there immediately!” I took her palms on my eyes. She could feel my tears drenching her fingers “What happened dear?, do not scare us!”

I explained them. “We can save her!, Right that’s enough! Let us see that than crying”, I have never seen an innocent wife behave so bravely! She is so determined as a mother and walked to the room where they kept our daughter. We followed her and seen her with some new found respect for her.

Pappa, I told you not to have too much ice creams with your daddy! See now you got severe fever and the Doctor uncle is going to put a big injection to you! Will you listen to me hereafter?” she said as sweetly anger as she used to be with her always. I am stunned at her composure. “No Ice Cream, No inkjetion 😦 ” my angel is sad to hear the word injection.

Two days passed, “So we are here in this big hospital for that big inkjetion?” she uttered with the same sad mood. Still she could not pronounce injection correct! I just answered her “yes, but not big inkjetion dear, mommy scares you for not eating ice cream do not worry daddy will get big Ice Creams”. My wife turned her look at me and turned my face to my child.

We have just one day to pay the remaining fees. I left her in the room with my parents “You play with Grandma and Grandpa, Daddy gonna get you some Mui Mui (jelly in her language)”, she smiled at me.

My wife and her parents just arrived as I opened the door. They have paid a little more money they could but still that is not sufficient. I was having no idea where to ask for money and my friends also shared as much as they can. Even on Facebook my friends made some attempt to raise funds, some call to inquire legitimacy, which I have no time to prove them so I have even given my phone to my friend to handle the calls.

This the day! They are making all the arrangements for the surgery. One doctor walked towards me with a form, which I thought the usual form. But the doctor explained “We no longer delay or hold treatments for the sake of money! Even we have kids! So just read this document which will explain you everything”. He walked in the direction of the Operation Theatre handing over that file to me.

My mind is filled with questions and some strange happiness! I could read the document, but I kept it aside as it’s time to reach my angel. “Daddy, why I wear this green dress, I want yellow one!” she said immediately after seeing me. My wife still has the question about the remaining fees. “Listen to Mommy sweetheart, green is doctor uncle’s favorite color, he will smile at you and may forget the inkjetion“, I said. “Really!” she wowed. “Yes dear, you look so beautiful in this dress”, her mom said kissing her on forehead with her hand holding my hand.

The staff nurses have come to take her to the operation theatre. And our little angel is so sweet and happy to go with them. Usually she never goes easy with strangers, not a crying type child but smart one who never trust strangers unless we accompany her. I and my wife just walked along with her as long as we could hold her little fingers.

They have taken her in. We need to wait for three hours outside. “Dear, what happened to the remaining amount? I know somehow you will arrange.” my wife asked. I told her that I could not manage to arrange and also told her the doctor’s words few minutes before. She got the file from me and started reading.

“We Can Save – initiative has paid the complete fees of the medical procedures for your child’s recovery. We hope she comes back to you as she used to be…” The first line of the document itself stunned us.

On reading further we have come to know that it was a foundation started by a rich couple who lost their son to a tragedic cancer diagnosed at an advanced stage. They could have spent any billions to save him but it was very late. So they had no other choice to pray for his soul rest in peace. Later they worked on with many doctors, hospitals and families to find a feasible solution for these kind of extreme situations and save lives. They are luckily rich to have enough money to spend, what about others who do not have that money! They knew very well the love remains the same for all. Families always love their children, so do young kids love their parents. Anybody can fall victim. They just wanted a long term solution for this.

So they came up with this idea to create a common treasury funded by all the doctors, hospitals and the public who know the impact of such critical conditions. Doctors contribute a part of their salary, so as hospitals do it from their profits and public too do offer some donations voluntarily. The couple donated a huge amount and started this foundation.

In order to keep the genuinty of the foundation they never advertised about it, even the names of the founders are kept as secret, saying “If you want genuinely help someone, never expect your name to be mentioned!”

Our eyes filled with tears as my wife read the last few lines. “We can understand your love for your beloved one, we can understand your hardship how much you struggled to arrange that money for saving his/her soul. You could do it, you did as much as you can! There are many out there who cannot even arrange a small part of this money! But the soul and the love remain the same for them too. Why money should be a measure of our love? So we have paid the complete fees on behalf of you.

You can submit this document to the billing desk and collect your fees back. Else you can fill the form on the next page to make a donation from the fees you have paid to “We Can Save”. Thank you for spreading love!”

The document ended. Our eyes are filled with tears and joy to feel such love and kindness. There we have seen no discriminations the world outside, but has only pure humanity. I started filling the donation form and filled the amount. My wife just confirmed whether it is equal to the total what we have paid at the bill-desk.

The doctor walked out with smiling face and said “I told you the we can save her!” 🙂 I hugged him and thanked him for everything. He just smiled and walked. We submitted the form at the bill-desk and walked back to see our angel in her second birth 🙂

– Words by Din