Who's the best of all?

Me,My Guru

Who’s the best of all?

"I feel so depressed, lonely, angry and frustrated with life. Why am I to suffer so much in life and yet receive so little from life?” This was Ratna complaining in between her tears. “Yesterday, I met my friend Chandra and she said “do you know about Surekha? She’s in US and has 30 patents in her name. She’s a famous scientist/inventor”. She kept talking but I lost her. That much was enough to put me through this pain of depression, anger etc. She is just my classmate and she never scored more than me too! I am better looking than her and yet look at her success. And where am I? A simple school teacher! Why? Why such an injustice is meted

on to me always? Where did I go wrong? Why couldn’t I be so successful?” her voice had become high-pitched and shrill. I could sense the level of frustration in her voice. But, what I found and felt bad about was that she was vomiting it on our Guru who was no where in picture. How could anger on someone be shown on some other person? Was it not bad? Did she not realize that? These thoughts engaged my senses so much that I didn’t hear what said later. 

   “There was a stone-cutter sweating under hot sun. He was cutting stones since morning as he would and was doing since ages. Thirst made him feel tired as sweat drenched his body completely. He sat down tired, thirsty and feeling very low. He thought “? How come my fate is so bad as to slog so much yet receive so little in life?

  "If only I was the sun, I would be the Most Powerful Person on earth."

Now it so happened that there was a forest fairy on the tree under which our wood-cutter sat and complained. Fairy took pity on him and decided to fulfill his wish so that he could be happy and satisfied. And lo! He became the ‘Sun’.”

This was not the first time she was bursting into story in reply to our queries or question. Yet I enjoyed it every time. It was a surprise that she came up with some story for every question asked. She seemed to be a treasure trove of stories. Many times, I didn’t understand how the question was answered even after listening to the story that she told but I enjoyed the stories every single time. Yes, even the story that I knew or had read somewhere, I enjoyed it fully when she narrated it. She made every story come alive. I had lived every story that I had heard from her.

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