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Dr. Kartik  called Nirmal’s mother and described about Nirmal,she immediately wanted to come to the hospital but Dr. Kartik said , “ He is under my observation and treatment. You can come tomorrow morning here to see him.”She said Okay. She thought it would be very tough now to run the shop as already there is cut throat competition and to run the shop is not only sitting and selling the products.We need to buy things at cheap price from wholesale market and sell them by adding our profits. Only some selected things are provided here at the shop by their salesmen. She can’t do it she even didn’t know from which shops Nirmal buys things. She did know what happened in Jalandhar. She closed the shop and went home. Her youngest daughter fifteen years Seema was alone there. She didn’t tell her anything and pretended to sleep but she couldn’t sleep whole night.Early in the morning she got up cooked breakfast for Seema and prepared her lunchbox, she also prepared a tiffin for Nirmal and herself. Seema went to school and Parvati Devi too locked the house and reached AIIMS to see Nirmal. She found his ward , it was a general ward. Nirmal still was sleeping. At nine Dr. Kartik came and had a word with her. He said , “ His lung is badly damaged, it will take long time to recover, he needs good and nutritious food and stay away from others as this is a infectious disease.——— Continued——

Laughter !!

 What is "GENERATION GAP"?

**Father used to walk 20 Minutes to save 20 Rs.

Son spends 20 Rs. to save 20 Minutes.

(Surprisingly both are correct...!!!)

**Cultural Gap

If electricity goes in America they call the power house.

In Japan, they test the fuse,

But In India, they check neighbour's house, "power gone there too....then ok!"

**Sense of Responsibility...

A man goes to library n asks for a book on Suicide..........

Librarian looks at him n says: "hello.. who will return the book ????"

**GRANDFATHER TO GRANDSON:

Go hide! Your teacher is coming as you bunked school today!

GRANDSON: YOU go hide.. I told her YOU PASSED AWAY!!

Sister to brother: What r u going to gift grandma on her b'day?

Brother: A football

Sister: But grandma does not play!

Brother: On my b'day she gave me Bhagavat Gita. !!

Dharm & Darshan !! Life !!

 I drive Uber. Night shift mostly. Last week picked up an old man at 11 PM. He got in and said: "I need you to drive me to five places tonight. I'll pay you $500. Cash. But you can't ask why until we're done." Handed me five addresses. First stop: a house in the suburbs. He sat in the car. Stared at it for ten minutes. Crying silently. "Okay. Next one." I drove.

Second stop: elementary school. Empty. Dark. He got out. Walked to the playground. Sat on a swing. Stayed there twenty minutes. Came back to the car. "I taught here. 43 years. Best job I ever had." Third stop: diner. He went inside. Ordered coffee. Sat alone in a booth. Didn't drink it. Just sat. Looking around. Fifteen minutes. Came back. "My wife and I had our first date here. 1967." Fourth stop: cemetery.

He got out at the cemetery. Walked to a grave. Stood there. Talking to it. Couldn't hear what he said. Thirty minutes. When he came back his eyes were red. "My wife. Three years today." Fifth stop: hospital. He asked me to park. Wait. "This is the last one." He looked at me. "Now I'll tell you why. I have stage four cancer. Weeks left. Maybe days. Tonight I wanted to see my whole life. One last time. Before I can't anymore."

I started crying. Right there. "The house - that's where I raised my kids. The school - where I found my purpose. The diner - where I fell in love. The cemetery - where I said goodbye. And here. The hospital. Where I'm checking in tonight. Hospice floor. I'm not going home." He handed me $500. "Thank you for driving me through my life. You're the last stranger who'll ever be kind to me. I wanted it to be gentle. You made it gentle."

I refused the money. "I can't take this." He insisted. "Please. I have nobody to leave it to. My kids don't talk to me. I have no friends left. You gave me three hours of kindness. That's worth more than $500 to me." He got out. Grabbed his small suitcase. Turned back. "What's your name?" "Marcus." "Thank you, Marcus. For being the last good thing." He walked into the hospital. I sat in my car. Sobbing. For an hour.

Couldn't stop thinking about him. Went back next day. Asked for him. "Mr. Patterson. Room 412." Brought flowers. Knocked. He was in bed. Smiled when he saw me. "Marcus. You came back." "Couldn't leave it like that. Are you okay?" "Dying. But I got to see my life last night. So yes. I'm okay." We talked for two hours. About his wife. His students. The kids who stopped calling. The life he lived.

I visited every day for two weeks. Brought coffee. Read him the news. Sat in silence sometimes. He told me everything. The regrets. The joys. The moments he'd relive. "I thought I'd die alone," he said one day. "But you're here. A stranger who became family in my last days. That's a gift." I held his hand. "You're not dying alone. Not anymore." He cried. "Thank you for seeing me. When I was invisible."

Mr. Patterson died on a Tuesday. 3:17 AM. I was there. Holding his hand. His last words: "Tell people. Tell them to look at strangers. Really look. Everyone's dying. Some faster than others. But we're all heading somewhere. Be kind on the way. You were kind. You saved my last days." He closed his eyes. Heart monitor flatlined. I stayed another hour. Couldn't let go. He died with someone. That mattered.

His funeral had six people. Me. Three nurses. A lawyer. One former student who saw the obituary. That's it. A man who taught for 43 years. Loved a woman for 52. Lived 81 years. Six people. I spoke. "Mr. Patterson taught me something in his last two weeks.

Every stranger is someone's whole world. Every Uber passenger has a story. Every person you pass is living and dying and hoping someone sees them. He paid me $500 to drive him through his life. But he gave me something worth more. The knowledge that kindness to strangers isn't extra. It's everything. Because we're all strangers. Until someone stops. Looks. Listens. Stays." I keep the $500 in my glove box. Never spent it. It's a reminder.

Every passenger might be taking their last ride. Every stranger might be saying their last goodbye. So I drive different now. I ask questions. I listen. I see people. Because of an old man who needed one last gentle night. And a stranger who stayed. Be that stranger. Please. Someone's taking their last ride tonight. Make it gentle.

Quiet Moments, Loud Truths."

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Train reached right time at Delhi. Nirmal got down and felt too tired and restless. He decided to go straight to AIIMS. He had only one backpack so he had no problem. He got down and caught an auto. When he reached AIIMS Dr. Kartik was there and about to leave as his duty hours were over. When he saw Nirmal in bad condition, he called the ward boy. Nirmal handed over his backpack to Dr. Kartik , asked him to keep it safe. Dr. Kartik put that in his cabin’s locker, till that time the ward boys came with stretcher and took Nirmal to the X-ray room asked by Dr. Kartik. X-ray technician immediately took the X-ray. The print was to be received after One hour so Dr. Kartik gave him the missed injection and medicine so that he could get a little bit comfort. Nirmal requested Dr. Kartik to inform his mother, he gave a slip to him on which phone number of the front shopkeeper written. Dr. Kartik nodded his head and asked him to take rest. Nirmal was feeling a little bit drowsy and he closed his eyes.After one hour when Dr. Kartik saw his X-ray he found lung damaged increased. ——-Continued—-

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Somesh Gaur and Nirmal  straight way went to the railway station. Somesh Gaur was lonely person so he had no hurry going back home.They we’re sitting in waiting room and talked a lot on every aspect whatever happened and what would be the result .Nirmal said , We had given five lacs cash as dowry, mummy had given approximately most of the jewellery which we had have, then for fridge tv dining table we spent about fifty thousand and now about one lac again, and still they are hungry. We thought our daughters are getting married to rich family so they will be happy always but the scenario is totally different , Uncle you visit there as surprise visit , this can change their behaviour.Nirmal  now wanted to reach Delhi and convey all the things happened here to Parvati Devi and also he wanted to go and meet Dr. Kartik and know about the effects of this gap in his treatment. He was feeling clearly the change in coughing and restlessness. Somesh Gaur was also worried about Nirmal’s illness, and Amita and Usha’s situation After all they were his dear friend’s children The train arrived at the right time. Nirmal climbed up and found his berth. When train started moving both the persons waved their hands.——— Continued—-

Today’s tip : Marathi !!

 Validation Addiction — मान्यतेचं व्यसन

तीने नवीन साडी घातली.

फोटो काढला. स्टेटस टाकलं.

दर ५ मिनिटांनी फोन उघडून बघते..

किती views? किती replies?

त्याने नवीन प्रोजेक्ट पूर्ण केला.

घरी येऊन शांत बसला.

पण ऑफिसमध्ये कोणी “well done” म्हटलं नाही म्हणून रात्रभर त्याचा mood off.

लहान मुलगा चित्र काढतो.

आई म्हणते, “छान आहे.”

तो लगेच विचारतो — “खरंच? की फक्त बोलतेस?”

ही सगळी एकच गोष्ट आहे —

Validation Addiction.

Validation म्हणजे काय?

इतरांनी आपल्याला मान्यता देणं.

आपण चांगले आहोत, सुंदर आहोत, यशस्वी आहोत —

हे बाहेरून ऐकायची गरज.

मान्यता हवी असणं नैसर्गिक आहे.

पण जेव्हा आपली किंमत फक्त वारंवार  इतरांच्या शब्दांवर अवलंबून होते —

तेव्हा ती सवय व्यसन बनते.

आजची पिढी दुखावलेली नाही…

ती approval वर जगायला शिकली आहे.

Like कमी आले तर mood off.

Partner ने appreciate केलं नाही तर insecurity.

Boss ने कौतुक केलं नाही तर self-doubt.

आपण इतके बाहेरच्या टाळ्यांवर अवलंबून झालो आहोत

की आतला आवाज ऐकणं विसरलो आहोत.

Validation Addiction ची मोठी समस्या काय?

ती आपल्याला कायम भुकेलं ठेवते.

आज १० लोकांनी कौतुक केलं तर छान वाटतं.

उद्या ८ लोकांनी केलं तर कमी वाटतं.

परवा ५ लोकांनी केलं तर दुःख होतं.

कारण व्यसन वाढत जातं.

मानसिक आरोग्यासाठी सर्वात धोकादायक गोष्ट म्हणजे —

स्वतःची किंमत दुसऱ्यांच्या प्रतिक्रियेत शोधणं.

जर तुमचा आत्मविश्वास

like, comment, appreciation, promotion

यावर उभा असेल —

तर तो कायम हलणार.

खरी ताकद कुठे आहे?

Self-validation मध्ये.

स्वतःला विचारणं —

मी माझ्या मूल्यांनुसार वागलो का?

मी माझ्या परीने प्रामाणिक प्रयत्न केला का?

मी स्वतःच्या नजरेत ठीक आहे का?

जर उत्तर “हो” असेल,

तर बाहेरचं कौतुक बोनस आहे…

गरज नाही.

Validation Addiction मध्ये माणूस लोकांना खूश ठेवतो.

Self-respect मध्ये माणूस स्वतःशी प्रामाणिक राहतो.

आज depression चं एक मोठं मूळ म्हणजे

आपण स्वतःला स्वतः मान्यता देत नाही.

आपण स्वतःला टाळ्या देत नाही.

आपण स्वतःला “मी पुरेसा आहे” असं म्हणत नाही.

लक्षात ठेवा —

जगाचं approval बदलत राहील.

तुमची किंमत बदलत नाही.

मनाची मोठी सवय म्हणजे —

टाळ्यांची वाट पाहू नका…

स्वतःला शांतपणे मान्यता द्या.

कारण जेव्हा आत्मसन्मान आतून उभा राहतो,

तेव्हा बाहेरच्या टाळ्या फक्त आवाज असतात !! 

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Listening Nirmal’s statement all Shukla’s got shuddered, They were shocked, how did Nirmal know that her sisters work like servants. Might because there is no servant in the house, but there was no servant before their arrival too. Janki Devi was doing all the works on her own. The girls were also habitual of doing household works at their parents house then what is bad in it to do household works at their husband’s house. No one spoke for two minutes. Nirmal made the atmosphere light by saying, “ It is said in Hindu culture that after Kanyadan, daughters family members must not even drink water at their house. But look at me I am having lunch here. No body laughed or commented on his statement and Nirmal felt shy. After lunch Somesh Gaur and Nirmal got up and took leave by saying that he had to catch the train. Both the sisters hugged again with tears in eyes. Nirmal said ,” This is your home now, respect your elders and property take care of your husbands. “ he was covering up his previous statements. But everything was now useless.———- Continued ——