Ample of Goodness but Actually Story Ends!

Ample of Goodness, but the Story Ends!

Last night, I fought with my wife. Frustrated, I decided not to talk to her for at least a day. I lay next to her, refusing to say goodnight—just to prove my dominance. Maybe I was right, maybe I was wrong, but I believed things would be fine soon.

The next morning, as I stepped out of bed, she wasn’t there. I didn’t look for her—my ego stopped me. But something felt incomplete. My mind was clouded with thoughts, doubts, and uneasiness. I convinced myself it was just the aftereffect of our fight.

I later noticed she had gone to the temple, probably to complain about me to God. I was relieved she hadn’t spoken to her parents about it. Avoiding our bedroom, I got ready and left for work.

Surprisingly, the roads were empty. No honking, no rush—just me, riding my vehicle as if I were flying. It felt refreshing, almost surreal.

But reality hit me when I reached my office. The security guard, who usually greeted me with a cheerful “Good morning, sir,” ignored me. I shrugged it off—maybe he had a bad night too.

By 11 AM, I realized something was off. My office was empty. None of my colleagues were around. Even the housekeeping lady didn’t bring my usual coffee. The silence was unsettling. Feeling suffocated, I decided to step out.

I walked to the park near my office and sat alone. Oddly, I wasn’t even hungry. Lost in thought, I began speaking to myself.

Everyone should talk to their own soul. Only then do we understand what we truly need.

I finally decided to call my wife. But I stopped. Instead, I planned to go home early and surprise her.

On the way, memories of our journey together flooded my mind—our marriage, our ups and downs, and all the times I had let my ego take over. Suddenly, I made a firm decision: I would live for my wife and our child. I would change.

As I neared my street, I saw some of my office colleagues standing outside. I didn’t greet them—I was too eager to see my wife.

But something felt wrong. A crowd had gathered outside my house. My heart pounded as I pushed through. Then, I saw my child in a relative’s arms and my wife… sobbing next to me.

Next to my body.

I was inside a freezer box.

I was dead.

I screamed. I cried. But no one heard me. My wife couldn’t hear me. She never would again.

I reached out to touch my child, to hold her one last time—but my hands passed through. I wasn’t even able to touch my own body. I had become nothing but air.

How could I tell my wife that I loved her? That I came home with a fresh mind, ready to hug her, to kiss her, to live with her without misunderstandings?

How could I tell my child that I wanted to be the best father in the world?

But it was too late.

I had lost my chance to make my life truly happy. I had lost everything. I would never get another moment to speak to my wife.

And yet, I was right next to her. That’s all she wanted. But she would never know.

I heard my office colleagues speaking to her. Through her sobs, she told them she had talked to me last night.

That meant… from this morning, I had been invisible.

That’s why the security guard didn’t greet me.

That’s why no one at work noticed me.

I had been dead all along.

What could I do now? Nothing.

In the end, it wasn’t fate. It wasn’t destiny.

It was my ego that killed me.

Kill your ego, or it will kill you.

My Dad Sold My Bottles

My Dad Sold My Bottles

My dreams, my desires, my behavior—everything about me was far beyond my age. I longed for a luxurious life, so I decided to prepare myself for it. My friends—better than good teachers, yet worse than enemies—showed me the path to the life I wished for.

One thing I learned: You should never blame anyone for your choices. You alone are responsible for searching for what you truly need.

When I was 15, my desires consumed me. I didn’t care about my family—who does at that age? Looking back now, I regret it. I was the perfect example of a worst-case scenario.

I had heard a lot about alcohol. Curiosity turned into desire—I just wanted to experience it. I shared my wish with my friends, my so-called "good teachers," and they had no hesitation in fulfilling it.

The plan was set. We found a hidden spot, far from my home and deep inside an isolated area.

"Party hard"—that was the phrase. And we did. It felt like an achievement.

At first, it was just for the experience. Now, there’s nothing left to explain.

One day, I missed our usual drinking session. My mother wasn’t feeling well, so she asked me to stay home. I agreed, reluctantly.

That evening, when my father came home, I quickly got up to give him his seat. He sat down, looked at my mother, and said happily, "I earned a little extra today by collecting empty bottles from deep inside the secluded area."

Yes, he had sold those bottles.

My heart pounded. I prayed it wasn’t the same place where my friends and I used to drink. But as he spoke, his words confirmed it.

I died inside.

I had thrown those bottles away carelessly, and my father had picked them up—to make money for his family.

That moment changed me forever.

My father was happy—he had earned something for us. But my soul was crushed. I felt like the biggest sinner.

That shame, that regret—it transformed my thoughts, my attitude, my life.

When someone works tirelessly for your well-being, don’t be the reason they suffer.

That day, I couldn’t even look my father in the eye.

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A Story for Those Who Hesitate to Help Their Parents.

Just a narration.

Fasting is not for my GOD !! It is all for my Pocket !!!

Health Is the Only Wealth for Middle-Class Families

For middle-class families, health is the only true wealth. We don’t have the luxury of fighting a big disease—we lack the strength, the resources, and the courage. My salary determines my next 29 days. It’s not my fault that I’m struggling financially, but yes, it’s my misfortune to be in this situation.

But why not? Why can’t I become great one day? And why can’t that day be today?

Everyone has the right to dream. Dreams have no limits. Dreams have no cost.

No cost—yet, somehow, they are expensive.

Who made them expensive? Who decided that my dream should be out of reach? Is it my fault that I dared to dream of a better life?

"Dreams have no cost, but remember—you are still dreaming until you make them a reality."

Fasting—Not for God, But for My Pocket!

I know that to achieve my dreams, I need discipline. But I never expected that discipline would mean going hungry just to save money.

When my friends asked why I wasn’t eating lunch, my God saved me.

"I’m fasting for God," I said.

What else could I say?

Yes, my God saved me! After all, God is always with middle-class families… right? Ha ha!

I’m ready to take risks. But no one offers me any risks.

I can’t even create my own risk—because, as I said, my salary decides my next 29 days.

So how do I turn my expensive dream into reality?

Do I have to redream—choose something smaller, something cheaper?

If so, does that mean I’m not truly committed to my dream?

They say, “Dream small. Achieve it first. Then dream big.”

Sounds logical, but what if I’m bad at managing time?

Who is responsible for the time I waste achieving a small dream when I could have been chasing the big one?

Is It My Lack of Education, or Just Bad Timing?

No, the real problem is this—by the time I dream, someone else has already implemented it, marketed it, and profited from it.

Yes, my dream expires before I can even chase it. And with each passing day, it only becomes more expensive.

So, as you said, it’s not just I, it’s WE.

We, the middle class, must dream small and achieve quickly.

And until then… I guess I’ll just have to keep fasting for my God! 😆

Here, ‘I’ is YOU.

My lunch box decides my happiness !!!

Who Decides Your Happiness?

If you ask people, "Who decides your happiness?" they will confidently say, "Me!" without hesitation. But step a little deeper into their lives, and you’ll easily see who truly controls their happiness.

The reality is, very few people in this universe truly find self-happiness.

Psychology says that if you go to a get-together and don’t order the food you actually want—because your friend ordered it, and you think, "I’ll just share from them instead"—that’s a form of unhappiness.

Some people cry just because their friend is crying. What kind of emotional bonding is that? I don’t get it.

Now, imagine this:

You're all set to leave for work, dressed and ready, and then—you notice your bike has a flat tire. Suddenly, your face looks like someone who has to eat food cooked by their house help instead of their mom’s cooking. That rubber wheel ruins your entire day, even though it doesn’t deserve that power.

The funny thing is, we are the ones who allow these small things to steal our happiness.

In this fast-moving world, the one thing we get without any effort is tension!

At lunchtime, I open my box in front of my colleagues, hoping to find something exciting. Instead, I see Poha—again! My mom’s love is inside the box, but not inside me. That single moment decides my mood for the whole day… until I eat it with a smiling face.

Why does this happen?

Because we give space for everything in life—except for our own happiness!

Comfort Zone vs. Happiness

If you prioritize your comfort zone, you’re automatically losing your happiness.

It’s like going to a live comedy show but choosing the last-row seat for a “better view.” Your comfort zone tells you about the view, but it doesn’t tell you whether you’ll be able to hear the jokes properly!

We live in an interlocked society.

I live in an independent country, yet my happiness depends on others. I can’t be truly happy unless my mom and dad are happy. That’s how I was raised.

If someone tells my parents, "Your son/daughter is a great dancer or singer," guess what? I’ll have to perform at home until the next compliment comes!

Am I really enjoying myself?

No. I’m just acting to make my parents happy. Because I’m emotionally weak.

I once thought about screaming in the middle of the night—just for fun. But I couldn’t. Society would call me crazy and throw me out.

So, here too, I lost my happiness.

Where Can I Find My Happiness?

If you laugh, I have to laugh.

If I laugh alone, society will give me an awkward label.

And I’m scared of that label. Here, I lost my happiness again.

The Two Days We Waste

I had a fight with my friend and didn’t talk to them for two days. Those two days were miserable.

Then, when we made up, we ate spicy, delicious Biryani together.

I’ve heard this story from so many people, and I always think—

Hey, fellow mate, why did you waste two days of your life?

Why did you give the key to your happiness to your friend?

Who Really Suffers?

When I was sick, my mom suffered.

When I failed an exam, my teacher suffered.

When I didn’t do my tuition work, my tutor suffered.

When I was physically unfit, my girlfriend suffered.

After seeing all this, I suffered!

Ouch!!! I killed everyone’s happiness… but not mine.

Because guess what? KFC chicken brought it back!

(That’s also the reason for my bad physical fitness. 😆)

The Funny Part About Happiness

Maybe happiness only exists when you pronounce it with a laughing face—

HEEEE!

I’M HAPPYYYYY!!!! 😄

One day, I went to my mom and said, "Mom, I’m not happy."

She thought I was mentally ill.

She took me to the doctor. The doctor said, "Do meditation."

She took me to a guru. The guru said, "Close your eyes and sit. You can even sleep. That’s meditation."

I felt like dying.

What was my problem?

Now, society has branded me as a sleep disorder patient!

The Conclusion?

I wanted to end this story by saying, "Finding self-happiness is the key to being the happiest person in the world."

But now, even that’s not possible—because I lost my happiness after writing this!

So, the only way to be happy…

Don’t let others share the effort you put into being happy.

Let everyone find their own way to happiness.

This universe is designed in a way that every individual has a unique quality.

Let’s explore our own qualities and spread love.

Do Many Things, Expect Nothing—That’s the Path to Happiness! 💙

Simple, God or Goddess or Almighty !!!!

Everyone’s life begins with the words, "Thank God!" From the day we are born, this phrase follows us until our last breath. I've often heard people say, "When creation exists, there must be a creator." Yes, we must agree. People need someone to take over their worries. Some prefer sharing everything with their friends, making them unwilling listeners. But the wiser choice is to keep God by your side—because He won't gossip about you, He won't call your stories boring, and He will always be there for you.

We consider temples as sacred places to find inner peace because "Silence is the key to happiness." When we step into a temple, we believe we are praying to God, sharing our worries and wishes with Him. But in reality, we are simply talking to our own souls, using the temple as a space and God as a mediator. The reason we feel relieved after leaving a temple is that we have expressed our burdens to ourselves. We feel confident, believing we have handed over all our troubles to God, and now, He will take care of everything.

Once we leave a temple or any spiritual place, we often feel like we have found answers to all our questions. And why not? After all, only the creator knows how to repair what is broken and solve what is unsolved.

But then, a question arises—who is God? What does He or She do? When I asked myself this, more questions surfaced: Who is God? Is it God, Goddess, or the Almighty? I couldn’t find the answer, so I started searching for it.

I have unwavering faith, but in what exactly? Do I believe in God, Goddess, or the Almighty? I didn’t want to believe blindly, so I decided to search for the truth. To do that, I needed to meet someone truly wise in this matter.

I initially struggled to get any answers. Later, I didn't take any significant steps toward this search, but something unexpected happened.

One day, while crossing the road, I met an old man in my neighborhood who was in great need. I decided to speak with him. As I approached, he lifted his head to look at me. I asked, "What do you need?"

He smiled and said, "I'm very expensive in my own way. How much can you afford to give and move on?"

His response intrigued me. I replied, "Oh! You're so expensive? Is that why no one wants to buy you new clothes, and you’re wearing torn ones?"

He just smiled. I continued our conversation, asking him many questions. He answered each one wisely. Finally, I asked, "Who is the creator? How should I address Him? And what do you think about God?"

He began narrating a story, and I was excited to listen.

The Story

A boy and a girl were deeply in love. They planned a vacation together, and the boy wanted to play a little game with her. He was waiting for the right moment.

As they reached their destination and started walking, the girl said, "I'm very grateful to the Almighty because you are with me. I need you in my life forever."

This was the boy’s chance to challenge her belief. He said, "Who is this Almighty? There is no such thing! The only thing that exists is God, the supreme power."

But the girl held firm. She argued passionately, defending her belief. Their debate continued until she said,

"Okay, not far from here, there’s a temple. When I had the same question, I went there, and I got my answer. You should go there too and find yours. But remember, I'll wait here until you return!"

The boy agreed. "Yeah, sure!" he said and left for the temple.

At the temple, he stood before the deity and cried out, "I started this argument as a joke, but now it's driving me crazy! Please help me find the truth. Who are you? Tell me!"

Suddenly, he heard the voice of an angel.

Angel: "My dear!"

Boy: "Who’s there? Please don’t scare me!"

Angel: "I am the voice of your thoughts! I am not here to scare you."

Boy: "I need clarity!"

Angel: "Alright! Walk to the end of this street without noticing anything. But while returning, observe everything carefully. Then come back and share what you saw."

The boy agreed and walked forward without paying attention. But on his way back, he noticed three things:

A group of people crying over someone’s death.

A pregnant woman being rushed into a hospital.

A wedding celebration filled with joy and laughter.

He reached the temple and shouted, "I'm back! I saw nothing extraordinary! Where are you?"

Angel: "Tell me, what did you see?"

Boy: "Someone had died, and people were crying. Then I saw a pregnant woman in a hospital. And lastly, I saw a happy wedding celebration. But what does it mean?"

Angel: "The first scene shows that I am present in sorrow. I do not exist only in happiness.

The second scene—a pregnant woman in pain—reminds us that pain leads to immense joy. I exist in pain too.

The third scene—a wedding—proves that happiness spreads, and I am there in that joy as well.

I am a mix of all emotions. When creativity ceases, no one remains a creator. I am present in everything. For nature, humans are everything. For humans, nature is everything. It is all about your perspective."

Angel: "Now, return to the girl who is still waiting for you. That’s called belief, and I exist in belief too."

Boy: "Thank you! I now understand. You exist in my emotions. You are my soul, my tears, my happiness. You are my Almighty!"

The boy ran back to the girl and said, "You were right. It is the Almighty, not just God or Goddess!"

The girl smiled and replied, "Who said that? It’s called GOD!"

Boy: "WHAT?!"

The old man laughed and said, "The boy and girl never reached a conclusion. It's all about perception. If you provide me with food today, you are my God. If nature provides me with something, then it is the Almighty. Believe and move on!"

His words left me deep in thought.

If we don’t find God in people, where else are we going to find Him?

The Almighty is everywhere, and God is within my heart.

DOMINANT MARKETING

     Marketing !!!! What it is !!! Rising others brain !!! No one is fool, by the way no one is much intelligent too. Think how difficult it is to market your product to others, have to build

confidence both on your side as well as on end user side. You can market your product until you didn't get caught. What is the base for this profession ?? communication ? Appearance ? absolutely accepted, nothing more than this but every marketing expert would have their own skills.

This field will give you much more self confident, every single product you sold is a medal for you to make you to move forward. 

Now lets us know what is Dominant Marketing !!!! Normally, this fields runs on any particular product based?  this Dominant Marketing is completely different no need to manufacture your own product just give the available resource to the end-user hand directly without making them to go for your product ..!!

Who is Grofers, Peppertap, Food Panda, Tiny Owl what they doing and with what idea they entered this field !!!

Might be this is the reason  "At beginning many made money because people's are Innocent but now it is happening because people's are lazy !! " 

Now everyone needs a clone to do their work, so why don't we accept if this non-identical clone(Marketing people) do our work by purchasing a groceries for us just by getting our wish from their app in all our smart phones.

Here by doing such type of dominant marketing who is the victim You ?? Me ??  Marketing people ??No, definitely not, the one and only victim is a owner of the product. Not also the mediator who sells it in shop and also the price of the product will get increase but we won't care about that.

Few years back this peoples were not there but how we got all over groceries and household products, now this people's are here who is paying for them ?? Are they selling their own goods !!!! have we worried about that ?? No !! We are paying for them to do our work this not a sin and it is not written in any holy book that paying for doing you work is a Sin, but but but !!!

Something is urging us !!! who is paying and how this Dominant Marketing people survives ????

If i'm running hotel, parallel to my hotel some hotel is there if that hotel is a member of this Dominant Marketing people of course I also need to be a member to make my survival safe, otherwise I can't survive, mean while I've do some changes in my price list and need to import some extra strategy to win my surroundings. Before they come the competition is between me and with my neighbor but now I've to scare for the person who is 1000feet far from me.

Due to this Dominant Marketing, all hotels are started raise the price behind the bars. The Marketing Strategy is, you do here let me throw it out of your eyesight let me take-care but for that you've to pay  !!

Where it is going who is the victim..we can't conclude !!! "Be Roman when you are in Rome" !!! Just thought to share .... I did !!!

OOOHH GOD !!! forget my dinner nothing prepared need to order online !!!! --->> ME TOO Brutus ;) :P