Chinna Katha with Pedda Meaning. - Gopi Krishna gopi@....

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Dear Lovely Lovers of Chinna Kathas in TBP,

Love and Love alone.....

 

Here is a Chinna Katha with a Pedda Meaning. But I caution you not

to weep at the end. I read it second time, and still I wept. So,

please be careful.

 

Love and Love alone....

 

P. Gopi Krishna

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A Touching Story

Posted by: " Bharat Churiwala " cbharat2003 cbharat2003

Thu Apr 19, 2007 7:34 pm (PST)

A Touching Story

 

My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you

come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?'

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter

Sindu looked frightened.

 

Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled

to its brim with Curd Rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent

for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested

Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in

the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice! I cleared my throat, and picked

up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of

this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear.

 

Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her

hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the

whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I

eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask

for?'....... ....Oh sure, darling'.... 'Promise? '........ .........

 

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with

mine, and clinched the deal.

 

'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My

wife put her hand on Sindu's, muttering 'Promise'.

 

Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu dear, you shouldn't insist on

getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have

that kind of money right now. OK?'

 

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'.Slowly and painfully,

she finished eating the whole quantity.

 

I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child

eat something that she detested. After the ordeal was through, Sindu

came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention

was on her......... ....'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off,

this Sunday!' was her demand.

 

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved

off? Impossible!' 'Never in our family!' my mother rasped.'She has

been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally

spoiled with these TV programs!'

 

Sindu darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad

seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

 

'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.

 

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I

tried to plead with her.

 

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'.

Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask

for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told

me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should

honour our promises no matter what?'

 

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

 

'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

 

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour

her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

 

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes

looked big and beautiful. On Monday morning, I dropped her at her

school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards

her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a

smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja,

please wait for me!'

 

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is

the in-stuff', I thought.

 

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing

herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued,' That boy who is

walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering

from... ... leukemia.' She paused to muffle her sobs. Harish could

not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all

his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to

come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of

the schoolmates. 'Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him

that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined

she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the

sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a

noble soul as your daughter.'

 

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are

teaching me how self-less real love is!'

 

*The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their

own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom

they love..*

 

Love Touch And Inspire others

 

Rgds

Ankur