My parents were married for 55 years. One morning, my mom was going downstairs to make dad breakfast, she had a heart attack and fell. My father picked her up as best he could and almost dragged her into the truck. At full speed, without respecting traffic lights, he drove her to the hospital.
When he arrived, unfortunately she was no longer with us.
During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried.
That night, his children joined him. In an atmosphere of pain and nostalgia, we remembered beautiful anecdotes and he asked my brother, a theologian, to tell him where Mom would be at that moment. My brother began to talk about life after death and guesses as to how and where she would be.
My father listened carefully. Suddenly he asked us to take him to the cemetery.
"Dad!" we replied, "it's 11 at night, we can't go to the cemetery right now!"
He raised his voice, and with a glazed look he said: "Don't argue with me, please don't argue with the man who just lost his wife of 55 years."
There was a moment of respectful silence, we didn't argue anymore. We went to the cemetery. With a flashlight we reached her grave.
My father sat down, prayed, and told his children: "It was 55 years... you know? No one can really talk about true love if haven't done life with a person."
He paused and wiped his face.
"She and I, we were together in the good and in the bad." he continued. "When I changed jobs, we packed up when we sold the house and moved. We shared the joy of seeing our children become parents, together we mourned the departure of loved ones, we prayed together in the waiting room of some hospitals, we supported each other in pain, we hugged one another each day, and we forgave mistakes."
And then he paused and added, "Children, that's all gone and I'm happy tonight. Do you know why I'm happy? Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of burying me, of being left alone after my departure. I will be the one to go through that, and I thank God for that. I love her so much that I wouldn't have liked her to suffer..."
When my father finished speaking, my brothers and I had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him and he comforted us, "It's okay. We can go home. It's been a good day."
That night I understood what true love is. It is more than just romanticism and sex, it's two people who stand beside one another, who are committed to one another ... through all the good and bad that life throws at you.
Peace in your hearts.
🖊 Author Unknown
Harsh Dubey, What a Man you are.🫡
This guy just destroyed the agendas of SC/ST representative by just one example.
He said : "You tell me where Sonam Wangchuk was admitted ?
SC/ST Guy: Medanta hospital
Harsh dubey: No,He was admitted to Sufdarjung Hospital first but then shifted to Medanta, Why ?? Because they know that in Safdarjung there can be doctors with negative marks who may have got an MBBS degree from the reservation quota in front of their name but this is not the case in Medanta.
This guy is exposing these reservation merchants so badly. Harsh dubey, Take a Bow man.
A -40 marks wala guy can become Physics professor in IIT Delhi but someone who secured a gold medal in IITK has to fly away to US for a better life.
This is the reality of India.
Got 2nd rank among class , GATE rank 53 still missed by dream of getting into IIT MADRAS just due to General Category .
- IIT Kharagpur Alumini
#EndReservation
Finally Reservation topic is gaining momentum.
Time to demand some changes-
1. One Family One Reservation
2. One Time Reservation- use either for studies or jobs
3. Sunset Clause- Reservation should end after specific period
@Leo04G ✅ Sundar Pichai graduated from IIT Kharagpur (Metallurgy)
✅ Gauranga Das graduated from IIT Bombay
🎓 Both graduated in 1993, but from different campuses
@ActusDei Last year you posted same with 50k nps thing. That really help me as reminder. I thought you change your strategy for this year. Thanks for helping 🫡
His name was Manjunath Shanmugam.
He was an IIM Lucknow graduate.
He got a job with Indian Oil Corporation as a sales officer.
His territory was Uttar Pradesh.
He found that petrol pump dealers were adulterating fuel and cheating customers.
He reported it. He sealed the pumps.
On November 19 2005 a petrol pump owner shot him dead outside his office.
He was 27 years old.
The killers were convicted. Sentenced to life imprisonment.
His parents did not get compensation for 15 years.
His college created the Manjunath Shanmugam Trust in his name to fight corruption.
Some men die because they refused to look the other way.
India forgets them too quickly.
Met someone today and realized you just can’t disregard a person just because they didn’t have a successful career. So many sharp, knowledgeable people nowhere close to their potential. Not because of lack of ability. But because life wasn’t kind to them.
The older I get, the more I realize intelligence is overrated. Intelligent people are more likely to overthink, overplan, and overanalyze. They hide behind motion that doesn't create progress. They fear the judgment of others if they're proven wrong.
The truth is that intelligence is abundant. Courage is not. The people you admire are the ones who had the courage to act. They aren’t more talented than you. They aren’t smarter than you. They just took action when you didn’t.
I often wonder how many extraordinary people wasted their entire lives waiting for permission that never came. Permission isn't granted. It's taken. You get to tap yourself in whenever you want. You can just do things.
Courage beats intelligence.