RAB Series The R Story
by Ribhu Ahuja
2020-09-03 00:21:26
“Respect the teachers. They are like gods.” This was taught to me by my mom, who is a teacher.“Respect the teachers for sure but if they don’t behave like teachers, take you for granted always and start behaving like unethical...
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“Respect the teachers. They are like gods.” This was taught to me by my mom, who is a teacher.“Respect the teachers for sure but if they don’t behave like teachers, take you for granted always and start behaving like unethical monsters, then don’t forget to make them realize by your actions that you are also human as they are, and sometimes you can also make mistakes as they did.” This was taught to me by one of my mentors who is a school principal. I agree with both of them, because that’s how the life is supposed to be lived.“Respect the teachers for sure and but if they don’t behave……..and all the above I agreed to, but those who mentor you – your teachers, your parents, your peers, your bosses, even your juniors, trust me they are all biased for the one reason that they are all humans with one heart on the left side which can’t be right for most of the practicalities of life and a brain at the top of their head which makes them think – sometimes for you and is most of the times trained naturally to prioritize for themselves and their people, and occasionally you might also be a ‘rit’ in their favorites so they are thinking in favor of you. I am no one to judge anyone’s parents or teachers or bosses or relatives but why, why one of the kids becomes a better child for parents and why the teachers say, ‘o that kid is not ranked high in my list?’ Life in itself is a practice and you learn to live it better and better as you learn its principles and understand its simple complexities – just like playing a guitar, like playing video games, like understanding the female sex – the more you practice, the more near to perfect you become. But there is one more thing to it and that is that if I am intelligent and if I am mentally strong then I could not become anything – neither bad nor good, neither crook nor candid, neither a hero nor a zero. I can only curse myself sitting in a corner of a dark and shady room criticizing myself with a bitter and entirely rubbish but absolute truth and that is ‘an intelligent and mentally strong man can NOT seriously become anything and that a fool and a weak can only make efforts to become something, to gain and to achieve and a lot of weakness and foolishness is required to run this world.’ What achievement is an achievement, what mission is a mission without any challenges? And weak and foolish only MAKE themselves better, prepare to become strong and intelligent and plan to face the challenges and break the code. History is the biggest proof that everything that’s done without planning could let the strongest loose easily and proper planning, accompanied with a long smooch of confidence and a touch of zeal could make a weaker be victorious. That’s what I had learnt throughout my life after facing so many situations and problems till now and I am still learning the lessons of the game called life, not to win the wars but the hearts and that, my dear friends is this story for…. and this book is dedicated:To all those people who made me realize how delicate, beautiful, important, strong, powerful and deadly –IS the game of LOVE.I said ‘game’ of love because it is believed even in today’s world, that love is strong and it’s the strength of any relationship and it wins over all the obstacles and the ones who are against it; though it requires genuineness and sacrifices, but even that way, don’t its definition makes love a game, with its own properties and rules? ……….. Every love story generally has a common theme - we see you meet, face challenges, fall in love, face challenges, even get married, face challenges and it’s all a predictable dream. The last shot will show you and your lover with a family. That’s it right? Well no. because I believe in mentioning something which is real, something from somewhere me and you belong – this real world. And there, love do not wins – not always;
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