A little blog of Stories, Short Stories & Mini Stories -Sadar Moonniyur

A Magical World of Wonderful Stories: A blog to serve you Stories which certainly empower you to look things at a different angle. Stories are believed to be not from real world, but without the color and spice of imagination, can the reality be that cool? You can find here stories reflecting deep Philosophical ideas but adorned with a layer of humour. Reading a story will give a good meditation - I believe: Sadar Moonniyur

Sunday, July 4, 2010

The mini story below is dedicated to Mr. Rahman whom I found very much dedicated to bring ideas and concepts on Design and Graphics. The online Magazine -inStyle keralam which he published recently was an amazing one and presents an entirely new online reading experience.

Positive and Optimistic: An Executive's Tale

I have never seen a person so optimistic like Mr. Rajeev. He is very cheerful and his face always looked bright and brilliant.

He sees everyday so many people who discourages him, somebody laughed at him, and still some others shut their office doors against his face.

One day he visited a Construction Company and the guy there pleaded him: "Could you leave me alone? I'm too much busy".

He was a quite stranger and an alien in every office he visited, and he felt it badly. No one gave him a smiling or an encouraging face.

Even though the things are like this, Mr. Rajeev loved his job of marketing. He could meet different people, visit so many new places. He could feel sun outside and when sunrays embraced his body, he knew it. The other thing he liked was the abundant fresh air he could intake when walking out. The travel mania hidden inside him was another reason he opted this career.

I got that our marketing friend can never be static in an office chair sitting between walls. His dream was always that of birds flying from tree to tree.

He moved from place to place, building to building, office to office without a rest, enjoying different dishes served in various restaurants, out of perfect hunger while working hard in the sun. He believed the physical work should be an inevitable part to make us fit, like in our ancient days.

The executive –Mr. Rajeev is glad and enjoying all he's doing until meets his BOSS in the office, evening. See his field visit report:

June

-23: Visited a chemical company, Boss is out to attend a conference

-24: Tehnical college: No requirement right now

-25: Travel Agency: They've their own wing for any operation

-26: Another company: They'll call us upon requirement.

-27: A Business Avenue: No Sales people allowed.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The story below is dedicated to Mr. Jaleel (Kunha) - young, energetic and a workholic person but still hides a funny and humorous mind within him. He's a wide reader & a pure vegetarian if a non-veg. diet is not available. Works in Saudi Arabia and after all, my brother in law.

An Artist in the Town

It was a summer day and I was on a journey back to Kozhikode from Thiruvananthapuram (Capital of Kerala). The scenery outside was seductive and the landscape was enchanting with eye-soothing greenish colors everywhere. Whenever the bus getting speedy, my mind was also working faster and rigorously to create new ideas and concepts. I always felt that travelling could bring us more fresh thoughts and feelings.

But, my dreams were suddenly interrupted by a sudden slow down of our vehicle and when looked out, i found there a massive rally of a local Political Party going on. The road was blocked and it might take hours to clear up. My inner mind stopped working and felt bored. I looked around simply.. then noticed the passenger beside me, and began to watch his features 4 a while.

"Hi, if you don't mind, are you an artist? working online, and spending hours surfing in a cafe?" i asked him.

With wonder he replied: "Exactly my brother, but how did u know it?"

I explained my findings to him: "You're a lean and tall fellow with long, end curved nose and a wide forehead, you've thin and long fingers. Your thick beard is not properly cared & you're in a simple dress. You've long hanging hairs also. These signs show that you may be an artist".

"Then how did u come to know that I work online and in a cafe?" He asked.

"That's nothing. There's a significant dark circles under your eyes, due to continuous exposure to Monitor, and your face looks as if it's dehydrated and so gloomy, that means you work somewhere where there is not enough air circulation, so I guessed it may be an Internet cafe. Most cafes here are not properly ventillated -you know:" I told him

"Yeah,it looks amazing! Anyhow It makes me happy chatting with u"

"Ok, I love artists. They live in earth but from Paradise! The pleasure of creation which artist experience; how lovely and divine it is! So tell me your story. How u happened to be here in this town?"

The bus was still not moving and all other passengers were bored much, but for my luck, my fellow passenger's story gave me an incredible fun and a deep insight towards life.

Let me explain it below for you:

When he was in college, he felt the pain and pleasure of doing artworks. His mind was always chatting with him; it gave him tremendous ideas each moment. He couldnt stop drawing and drawing. Attending never-ending lectures going on in the dead class rooms- it was his nightmare!

..the Chemistry lab was so hard for him, he couldn't bear the rotten egg smell of H2S (Hydrogen Sulphide), and 1 day when he was experimenting with H2SO4 (Sulphuric Acid), he accidentally burnt his hands, and couldnt bear the insult from his Professor, infront of others. That was the last day in his college life.

Then he spent his life doing some artworks.. he was just pushing his days without much earning, but he could feel the pleasure and satisfaction out of his beloved work.

Things changed altogether after his marriage. He couldn't manage the family budget at all with his little income. 1 day his wife ordered him: "Dont you think about our kids and their future?! From Salt to Sugar, everything needs money. No vegetables and no land does anyone possess now. Our kids nursery admission require thousands. Do any other work and bring more money to home"

"what kind of job? I know only drawing" He said

"Learn to do any job, Work even as a Porotta (a kind of bread) Maker-no problem! Money is an important factor in these days". She advised.

It's true! He loved to live as an aritst, but will it help him to earn much? He left the house

at that moment. He watched his hands and fingers. God given him the fingers of an artist. How can he work as a Bread Baker? All jobs are sacred, but can one do every type of job?

Then he began to search for a good job several days, but at last found the same job of a Chef in a Hotel. He tried to work there hard and sincerely only for the sake of money. Days passed, but 1 thing became very clear to him, he can't be successful in that job.

God didn't experiment him long, while he was surfing the web on one of his off-days in an Internet Cafe, one of his Facebook friends offered him a good opportunity to work as an online artist.

Now, he's very happy: earns well, he lives in that town, staying nearby a Cafe, deriving much pleasure while performing on his own duty: painting his dreams and wishes on the web. The paycheques arrive regularly to his address.

"So, why don't you buy a laptop?" I asked him

"I don't want to possess anything for myself, I want to be free and free! Ideas spring up only in a relaxed mind where there is no fear of future. The Immense pleasure I obtain myself -it's enough for me. I'm happy my friend"

The road block was cleared out and our driver put the accelerator on again and I told him: "This story I'll write anyhow"

Our bus ran faster than before, and I was thinking how to draw this story for my readers without losing its beauty.

-vth luv

Monday, January 4, 2010

(The story below is dedicated to Mr. Ameerul Islam Chowdhury (Abbu) from whom I got nothing except pure love. When I was lonely in the desert, it was he who made my days rich with love, care, knowledge and deep philosophical sessions. Those Jeddah days were exciting -really!!)

Our Doctor's Departure

When reached Parappanangadi Railway Station, it was not too late,because the Cochin train which I intended to travel was still 2 hours late.The station was not so crowded: may be because of noon time.

Still I have 2 wait for 1 hour for my train. So I was thinking what 2 do. I wanted 2 have a strong tea and went to a small railway tea stall there. I enjoyed the great taste of tea I had from there, and... began 2 read a Magazine bought from there.

When looked the other platform, I saw our village Doctor there waiting for train and a moderate crowd around him. I was so excited to see him because I know him from my childhood. He's so special that no other Doctors I did notice like him.

He's a modern Allopathic Practitioner but still has many Ayurvedic, Homoeopathic Doctors as his friends! I found many other modern medicine people kept looking away when they're forced to face the alternate medicine doctors.

When he thought he couldnt solve some clinical cases, he did even refer it to Doctors who're may be alternate Practitioners like Nature cure People!

He didn't forget to smile at his patients -especially kids. Our village people got cured even when they felt the touch of him. He was so friendly with them and often discussed even their family issues.

He never asked money from his patients; he'll accept whatever they offered him. Sometimes our village people presented him anything they've if they dont have to pay him a penny.

Unlike other doctors, he lived in a moderate house and drove a simple car (He couldnt live in a luxurious bangalow because he refused to refer the poor patients merely for high commission to High Speciality Medical Business Centers). He believed in the service of people who're in need of his care and treatment.

When I reached the Doctor's nearby, he smiled at me with love. "Are you ok by all means? If not, I'm praying 4 u"

I replied: "Ok Sir, but where're you going leaving us?"

"China,for the higher studies in Medicine"

Eventhough little troubled and sad by his departure, I felt proud of him because our dearest village Doctor is going to China for higher studies and to attain a Specialization degree in Medicine.

Monday, December 14, 2009

----- a funny story - this is dedicated to my friend Mr. Ibrahim Kutty who's a social activist for small Traders in Kerala.

A Nature Lover

1 day, I decided 2 visit that wonderful place: Kadalundi where river meets sea. It's a marvelous place where birds from different geographical region come 2 enjoy . After a 45' drive of my old Willys Jeep, I reached that calm and tranquil place where sky, sea and land unite together.

But for my wonder, I found there my friend! - a philosopher. He's well known in our area for his intense love towards Nature.

He told me: “if you're getting close to Nature, it'll be closer 2 u more & love u more & more. If you feel the touch of it, it can even heal ur wounded mind.

……….and YOu'll never feel lonely anymore! It’ll be ur true companion forever without demanding u anything!

He became so happy 2 see me there. We watched the clear waters, sitting on a stony & rocky place near the shore.

Gradually he began 2 touch the waves with his legs. I got it that he was trying to be in connection with Nature.

He stated: No need to worry on your life and death if you're in perfect union with Nature. Even if your life ends, you’re returning back to Nature’s lovely embrace. So why worries??

I found he's really enjoying it, and watched the life force's passing through his body radiating an incredible glow.

The sky began cloudy at that time. I showed him the Mighty waves of the ocean approaching us with a roaring sound.

…but when looked aside, I couldn’t find him - my philosopher friend! He was running away fast.

He shouted: "Don't you see the angry waves? May be it's Tsunami again!"

--with Natural luv

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

(The mini story below is dedicated again to Ms. Asiya - a Junior Scientist who won the contest posted on this blog earlier.)

MLM - A Dubai Meditation

After a long long time, I met him yesterday in a Malabari cafe in Dubai. He looked smart, more healthy and energetic. His eyes were shining with joy. No black rings under his eyes like b4. He appeared to be so light hearted. 2-3 lines of a famous Hindi song I heard from him.

Sure! He's perfectly tuned well with Nature, enjoying the light, colors, beauty... & everything! I could even feel an Aura around his body.

I asked him: "So u got a better job?"
"No": He

I thought someone helped him to build his dream house, but he told it's still a far dream! His face sad: "I dont think i can make it in the near future".

"So, what's the secret? You have many problems, financial! ... and u r away from ur family. long hours of troublesome work. But even then, u look so happy and joyful?

He served me a glass of orange juice. "Ok, that I will tell you next week".

I was waiting like anything for that day. It was a Friday -my holiday in Dubai. He took me to a big hall where spread a dim light and I saw there several Professionals, high profile people - ALL well dressed and smart looking.

After a while A Leader appeared on the stage who looked like an exact fotocopy of a Super Star. He ordered all of us to close our eyes.....and then we are suggested to imagine that we're all in our newly built dream house (it costs millions) which is in the center of a very beautiful Garden with cute colorful flowers and butterflies.

He asked us: "Which car do u want to drive?"
I answered him it is BMW I wish, but my friend drove Rolls Royce, and each one selected according to his taste.

Then A bold tone suggested us that we're getting continuous income and high revenue from our downlines even when we're relaxing lazily in our garden chairs! Suddenly some spill over came and we're piled up with big bucks & huge money and
we saw that our Bank account has been overflowing with tons of cash!

He (our leader) declared: This is MLM (Multi level marketing)! The golden tool of future to offer you what you wish in your life in this world.

Really, I forgot all my troubles in that river of joy, and took an elaborate bath in it. It made me in an ecstasy when i thought of countless money flowing thru my left and right wings!

Oh! when came out of the Hall, I noticed in the mirror, my face: it's also shining with joy like that of my friend!

See the power of MLM meditation!

(Notes: Malabari - People from Malabar - a part of Kerala (India)

Aura - a field of luminous radiation around a person or object, or reflection of bioenergy level)

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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Hi,
.....Ok, Now...

MLM stands for what?

Answer now so that I can dedicate my next posting 4 u!

Search 4 anything Here - Sadar

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

The posting below is dedicated to Mr. Chandra Swami (Sekhar) whom I found reflecting a sense of eternal joy in his eyes derived from a super conscious level out of self knowledge - I think. He works in Dubai

-- A poem born on a bus ride in Dubai

Lost in Dubai:

I'm on a wooden bench in Creek now,
Enjoying the water vessels
Riding like golden swans..

wow! they're made of beauty and charm

...then a wonder bus entered on the waters
after a lazy road ride..

Oh! it's an amphibian

The enchanting colors & lights seemed
They're made out of a dream!

The romantic Arabian music-
is heard then from a nearby cafe
..and the Sheisha smokes relaxed my burning nerves

The gigantic buildings around

Marked -the mighty Technological advancements

My Metro - gave me a fancy ride on the ground
in the air, and hurray! under water!

When I looked behind;-
I love it! the Heritage Village!!
It invited me back to the History

There's everything there 4 u
to clock you back many years!

The village man pouring water in his field

His stony muddy well, a Mighty darkish Ox,

an innocent looking camel

- all those are from Past -really.

Tasted the sweets in a palm leaves hut-

made by those village ladies in the Past

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Mini story: A Gandhian in Parakkav

Hi all...

The posting below is dedicated to my friend Mr. Rejikumar who's a wonderful Artist and Mural Painter working in Dubai. He's a Freelancer

.....that day was bright and colorful. I was very glad and thinking what to do..

Suddenly, i have an idea of visiting that small shop which stood very near to my home.

It's an old shop with unpainted walls, there was no dandy glass doors infront. Some local Political Parties embossed their symbols on its side wall. The bottles which contained sweets attracted many kids in nearby homes. Moms could control their kids pointing to these jars which have colorful chocolates and in different shapes. Village people sat there lazily but worrying about the rising price of common things.

There He sat! He wore no shirt! Only a simple 'Kaili' (A cotton piece instead of Pant for men) and no chappals he used!

I said "Hello" to him, and he became so delighted seeing me after a long time. He: "Oh my son! where u lost in these days?"

Suddenly we became so much engaged discussing about 'Cloud Computing'
- a new trend in IT (Users do not have to setup expensive IT infrastructure or resources, but it can be shared online).

He surprised what a change it would bring in near future, but our ongoing ideas exchange has been interrupted by a small girl who asked him to give her 1 kg tomato.

He told her: "Oh! girl, No I have no stock". (He was lazy to pack it), but she found it inside the shop, & showed him that tomato basket, and he was forced to give her that at last.

I wondered why he's in a small village shop, "Dont u want to work in big Companies?"

He told me, "Hi Sadaru, I love to be near my small hut, drinking pure porridge (rice soup) whenever I want. Fish sellers bring me fresh ones to my home. I can be at the ecstasy of Sun kiss when I'm half naked. I enjoy organic vegetables cultivated in my land".

........at that spot, his youngest daughter came with a bottle of fresh coconut juice! He served me a glass: "See, this is my life!"

--with love

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