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what do we choose?

This is a short story my brother sent me sometime back.

I am bringing this story here for all of you even though I found it so heart-breaking.

The story illustrates how we loose our awareness in fits of rage for things that do not really matter.

While dad was polishing his new car, his four year old son picked up a stone and scratched a few lines on the side of his car. The father seeing this got so furious that in anger he took the child's hand and hit it several times, not realising that he was using a wrench.

At the hospital, his child asked, "dad when will my fingers grow back?"

Dad was so hurt. He went back now to hit his car and kicked it many times.

Exhausted he sat back and his eyes fell on the scratches.

Coming close he saw....his son had written, Dad I love you....

How can we forget that people are meant to be loved and things are meant to be used. What a tragedy it is that people are being used and things are being loved.

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Anonymous said…
That is so sad and touching. Oh!
February 25, 2009
Lynda Lehmann said…
oooh, this gave me goosebumps, jyotsana! Too sad to even contemplate.

I love your artwork in your sidebar! It's very emotional and expressive.
February 26, 2009
Beatrice V said…
Hello Jyotsana, such terribly bleak story.. but it is good to read you again and know you are around. Thank you for passing by my page. I am not around the blog much lately, as I have too many commitments, but I do pass by now and then to see, what you are up to. I did notice you weren't around for a while, and thought perhaps you have moved on from this page, as sometimes people do. It is good you are back.
March 04, 2009
Anonymous said…
Hi, Jyotsana,
What beautiful prose! As good as your poetry. How we use anger to release our inner frustrations comes through as a meaningful message!
Keep on writing & publish in book form. Why don't you? As a collection of short stories.
Smita Tewari
March 04, 2009
pradipwritenow said…
It is a valuable story touches the heart and compells you to weep. Keep on giving us such wonderful stories which are learning lessons.

Jyotsna please visit my blog for two write ups. I am waiting for your valuable comments.
March 04, 2009
Anonymous said…
I posted my comment, but you disappeared, after learning of my heart problem. That really hurt. Even the, I love your poems/ stories.
S mita Ma'am
March 05, 2009
Anonymous said…
dunno what to say.........I have yet to do something destructive in anger but yeah ive said a few vindictive words which ive wanted to kick myself for later. thanks for dropping by dear. ive only just started a cookery blog hope you find the time to check it out.....
March 05, 2009
budh.aaah said…
Nicely written and informative (the heart post) keep it up
March 06, 2009
Jackie said…
Oh it breaks my heart when violence is used to convey frustrations. What a powerful message. Great post.
March 07, 2009
luckysanjana said…
hi dear. thanks for dropping by on Mirchi nu Tadko.well I guess the nu tadko gave a little away....LOL. You half gujurathi you say. as for me..........Im not guju at all but in a sense IM more guju than most gujjus......LOL...Im married to a guju you see.............and being the foodie I am........I learnt to cook their food as well........when I married i looked with disdain at the platterse of farsan that could be offered to you as early as seven inthe monring with your tea. LOL but ive come around and you should see me now. IM the proud owner of a fasan or nashtho nu dabbo like my mil would call it..........and its not a dabbo. its a bloody 1.5 ft container.........LOL........
March 07, 2009
Razzer said…
Yes.. Touching indeed.
Man..the things that happen...
Ill visit u some more.
Anand. :-)
March 09, 2009
akaash said…
yes. i am the same akaash. this post of yours says many things in a few words. good writing.
March 10, 2009
§ωατι §ετhι said…
Its a beautiful post.. with a strong & important message in the end..
March 10, 2009
Razzer said…
Hi Jyotsana.. Sorry to have u waiting so long..

The 2nd part of the "Legend of Krishna" has been publised.

Have a great read. Lemme knw wot u think. I hope u like it.

And it's true..so far as I believe. And yes..places such as these have unexplained high energies running across them.

Anand. :-)
March 10, 2009
Razzer said…
Hey u,

It's big but it's finally out..
The last part of the Legend of Krishna. I worked as fast as I cud so u r not left unsatisfied...
Hope u like it. Lemme know wot u think.

The story writer. :-)
March 14, 2009
Nithin Purple said…
m greatly admiring you
June 11, 2009
Unknown said…
i am really very touched by reading this,really very nice piece of teaching that human beings are to loved not to be used.....
July 16, 2009
Anonymous said…
Glad yo have u back! And thanks for visiting my blog and helping me keep the 'flame' alive! Where should I visit you for your new poems?
October 20, 2009
rohini said…
hi jyotsana,,,the post is beautiful and touchy...and i find it close to me too...as i have a son of 2.4 yrs of age..his masti is increasing day by day...and i scold him for using the stuffs like laptop, kinves, wires etc. smtimes we have to be strict...bt yes on the top i value my son more than such materialistic things.
December 15, 2009
manpret kapor said…
Those must know before list is really helpful...thanks for having it posted.
February 24, 2010
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