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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Character Based
- Published: 04/22/2016
THE TRAINER
SUBHADEEP BANDYOPADHYAY
When almighty wants to take part in his creation there happens: “Reincarnations”. It had happened several times in the past and it will happen uncountable times in the future. Every time it happens we are forced to look at religion in a different way. We, in society get influenced similar to when a stone creates ripples in an ocean of water. We don’t understand neither can we comprehend every secret of the cosmos!
Subhas sitting in his house in Kolkata was thinking on these lines as he was penning his poems which was going to be part of his maiden book. How would the book ultimately take shape? Will it receive accolades or vicious criticism? Can the illustration on the cover carry the book on its shoulders? For years he had feared the critics. But today destiny wanted him to face them. It was a war within, to cross the limits.
Arati was cooking food. Even at this age she was proficient enough to challenge anybody at this endeavour .She never wanted her son to be a star but taught him to be human.
“Manush holei manush ke bujhte parbe” (To be human you have to be human), she would yell.
She believed her little son had cleared the entrance examination at Holy Cross School. It was the time when her son’s idol Shah Rukh Khan was struggling to make a name through “Fauji”. But what belief and what pressure on the child’s shoulders who practiced writing using a small chalk on the slippery floor. Every time he failed he could see the self belief in him, twinkling in his mother’s eyes. Mothers never make losers but winners, her son believed.
Craig Gonsalvez, the facilitator, wanted his trainees to close their eyes, as he distributed the poster.
The poster read:”I believe I can fly!”
He wanted them to recall that one teacher who challenged them, inspired them, motivated them and the list never seem to end. The boy was fearing to close his eyes because every time he would do that he would reach a state of trance from where it was difficult for him to return. Several people crossed his mind: the common men of the street, the chai wallas, the dabba wallas, the shopkeepers, but he couldnot concentrate his mind on that one teacher. How could it be so when several teachers have shaped his psyche at different and distinct phases of his life?
The ad on the T.V. was loud: “Aap ka favourite team jeetey ya na jeetey but ours is the best brand!”(Your favourite team may or may not win but ours is the best brand)
Uzair, the editor was going through the submission at the editor office and suddenly the scent of autumn filled his room. It was a distinct scent all right but it was not autumn right now.
Now the big question is: “What is the connection between all of them?”
Shah Rukh, the other day was telling his fan he had used prosthetic make up, and why he needed bodyguards to save him from that one erratic fan. Sorry SRK, your fans will increase and killing them won’t be easy. May God bless you!
The other day the fan had paid tribute to the master in his classroom without the projector, without slides, without make up, in grey beard and not so trimmed moustache. And he was still not 100% hit. Such is the price of stardom!
The man had thanked his company for staying by him and his family in the difficult times and had almost pleaded for a place in human resources. The case is sub judice.
Even after the catastrophe he went to save his fan this Saturday. What happened there? He just touched the feet of his fan before a walk back home.
The great master is still playing the game. The earth is still rotating on its axis. The stars are all twinkling in the sky. Soon it will rain.
And who is the trainer, what is his name?
You already know it!
THE TRAINER(SUBHADEEP BANDYOPADHYAY)
THE TRAINER
SUBHADEEP BANDYOPADHYAY
When almighty wants to take part in his creation there happens: “Reincarnations”. It had happened several times in the past and it will happen uncountable times in the future. Every time it happens we are forced to look at religion in a different way. We, in society get influenced similar to when a stone creates ripples in an ocean of water. We don’t understand neither can we comprehend every secret of the cosmos!
Subhas sitting in his house in Kolkata was thinking on these lines as he was penning his poems which was going to be part of his maiden book. How would the book ultimately take shape? Will it receive accolades or vicious criticism? Can the illustration on the cover carry the book on its shoulders? For years he had feared the critics. But today destiny wanted him to face them. It was a war within, to cross the limits.
Arati was cooking food. Even at this age she was proficient enough to challenge anybody at this endeavour .She never wanted her son to be a star but taught him to be human.
“Manush holei manush ke bujhte parbe” (To be human you have to be human), she would yell.
She believed her little son had cleared the entrance examination at Holy Cross School. It was the time when her son’s idol Shah Rukh Khan was struggling to make a name through “Fauji”. But what belief and what pressure on the child’s shoulders who practiced writing using a small chalk on the slippery floor. Every time he failed he could see the self belief in him, twinkling in his mother’s eyes. Mothers never make losers but winners, her son believed.
Craig Gonsalvez, the facilitator, wanted his trainees to close their eyes, as he distributed the poster.
The poster read:”I believe I can fly!”
He wanted them to recall that one teacher who challenged them, inspired them, motivated them and the list never seem to end. The boy was fearing to close his eyes because every time he would do that he would reach a state of trance from where it was difficult for him to return. Several people crossed his mind: the common men of the street, the chai wallas, the dabba wallas, the shopkeepers, but he couldnot concentrate his mind on that one teacher. How could it be so when several teachers have shaped his psyche at different and distinct phases of his life?
The ad on the T.V. was loud: “Aap ka favourite team jeetey ya na jeetey but ours is the best brand!”(Your favourite team may or may not win but ours is the best brand)
Uzair, the editor was going through the submission at the editor office and suddenly the scent of autumn filled his room. It was a distinct scent all right but it was not autumn right now.
Now the big question is: “What is the connection between all of them?”
Shah Rukh, the other day was telling his fan he had used prosthetic make up, and why he needed bodyguards to save him from that one erratic fan. Sorry SRK, your fans will increase and killing them won’t be easy. May God bless you!
The other day the fan had paid tribute to the master in his classroom without the projector, without slides, without make up, in grey beard and not so trimmed moustache. And he was still not 100% hit. Such is the price of stardom!
The man had thanked his company for staying by him and his family in the difficult times and had almost pleaded for a place in human resources. The case is sub judice.
Even after the catastrophe he went to save his fan this Saturday. What happened there? He just touched the feet of his fan before a walk back home.
The great master is still playing the game. The earth is still rotating on its axis. The stars are all twinkling in the sky. Soon it will rain.
And who is the trainer, what is his name?
You already know it!
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