Best Break-up letter!!!
A soldier stationed in Afghanistan recently received a letter from his girl friend back home.
It read as follows:
I can no longer continue our relationship. The distance between us is just too great. I'm sorry. Please return the picture of me that I sent to you.
The soldier, with hurt feelings, asked his fellow soldiers for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters or ex-girlfriends. In addition to the picture of Becky, Ricky included all the other pictures of the pretty gals he had collected from his buddies.
There were 57 photos in that envelope along with this note:
I'm so sorry, but I can't quite remember who the hell you are. Please take your picture from the pile, and send the rest back to me.
Moral of the story: If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.
One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.
They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.
On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”
“It was great, Dad.”
“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.
“Oh yeah,” said the son.
“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.
The son answered: “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.
“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.
“We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs.
“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”
The boy’s father was speechless.
Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”
A must read for all Professionals..... Please read it even though its long....
It would be really worthy....
‘You have done a brilliant work Rajesh. You have been given….rrrrhhhhh……Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh………… Raaaajjjeeeessshhhh .’- what!! I woke up from a sudden jerk. ‘Raaajeeessshhh… .’…I heard my wife yelling. What’s w/ her? Always yelling for something or the other. I can’t be in peace even in my dreams. Shucks!! Angrily, I kicked my blanket and got down. ‘Raaajesssh….’ ‘Coming Meera..what’s w/ you. Why are you shouting like this..’.
I hurried down the stairs. I saw Meera, my sweet(??!!) wife, sitting in the couch giving breakfast to my 7yr old daughter Achala. Both looked happy, watching TV. I got confused at the whole scenario. I came running down, expecting some kind of earthquake, but instead here everything was in place. I looked at my wife & daughter. She smiled at me back. Now, I more got confused, what’s happening here? Am I in a dream?
‘You called me. In fact yelled.’
‘Yes. You are right!’
‘Everything is fine here right? Why you screamed like that then…’
‘It’s ‘cos it’s going to be 8am now.’
I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say. Is she playing some kind of prank? Is this the time for all these? I have to be in office by 9am for a meeting.
‘Yes. It’s going to be 8am.Right! So…?’
‘Rajesh, don’t tell me, you forgot…today is 27th ‘
‘Don’t tell me you don’t remember?’
Meera gave me an ‘I’ll kill you’ look. Is it her birthday? No it’s somewhere at the year end. Is it my daughter’s? No no , we celebrated last month only right. Got it. Should be our Anniversary.
‘Hey Meera, How will I forget our Anniversary…’
‘Whaattttttt? ???….Anniversaryy yyy???…..’
Got it. It’s not our anniversary. Before I get killed…What’s w/ 27th. What ?? what?? Come on Rajesh!! Think. Nothing hit my mind. I looked at my daughter for a clue. She turned her face away.
What’s with all women? Why can’t they be straight forward & say things. With so much work pressure, how on earth I am supposed to remember all the dates?. If I say something, then Meera will pick up a fight, and I will miss the meeting, my whole day will be gone. I made up my mind to surrender.
‘Meera, Sorry, I don’t remember. This medicine I am taking for cough, Something happened..my memory is deteriorating ..What’s today?’ Meera doesn’t seem like buying that excuse from me.
‘Meera, please tell me’ I asked in a pitiable tone..
‘Rajesh..You don’t remember at all?’ I moved my head left & right meaning NO. I kept my face like I am a patient suffering from ‘amnesia'.
'Rajesh, As part of annual day celebrations, today is 'Daddy's Day' in Acchu's school. I have been telling you for the past 3 weeks. Now don’t tell me you forgot. You already promised that you will go with her to her school'
I couldn’t believe that I accepted for something like that. 'Meeraa..did I??'
'Yes. You did'
‘at what time it starts..?'
'By 8:30am and ends at 1pm'.
Gosh!! 9am!! I have such a critical meeting. How I will attend all these.
“Meera, you could have reminded me yesterday right?’
‘Oh I didn’t remind you? Great. I didn’t call to your office. Or remind you in the evening and before going to bed’
Might be I wouldn’t have heard it. Or slipped out of my memory. Whatever!!
'Meera! Can’t you attend all these. Why should I??'
"Rajesh. It’s Daddy's Day!...DADDY'ss!!!!!'
'Oh yeah....but. ..'
'errrh....might be some other day...'
'What? You want the school to postpone the function?'
'No..No…actually. .what..I am saying is..'
'What Rajesh??? What?? Tell me. You promised Acchu and are you going to disappoint her? '
I stood there totally helpless. I looked at my daughter. She was all dressed up and ready to go. She looked like, she will cry any time. I saw Meera. She gave me a murderous look. I thought for a moment and my mind raced with many calculations. Important meeting. I can’t miss for sure. Half a day is too much. So many deliverables will get affected. I can’t face Meera again if I don’t go. Might be I can postpone the meeting by an hour and for name sake visit that function and escape to office.
'Meera, I will go, but I can spend only 1 hour..'
Before Meera finished the sentence, Acchu rushed to me 'Thanks daddy. 1hour. Mom, 1hour is enough mom. Please don’t fight mom. Daddy, get ready soon..' she nudged me.
‘Do you know her school name and the route for the school or you want me to tell???’ Asking that Meera threw me an angry look and left the living room. I rushed up, got ready. Called my manager & told that I got stuck in traffic jam and postponed the meeting to 10am.
I took Achala to her school. I felt somehow entering the school, ‘cos it’s the 2nd time, I am entering her school. In fact 1st time. I once dropped her outside her school gate. The school had a big playground, Small Park with all kids playing equipments. Some stalls were put up. So many kids with their fathers moved around here & there. Suddenly I felt some one touching my hand
‘Are you achala’s daddy?’ – A small kid asked. She had curly hair and bubbly smile.
‘Yes,,,My Daddy..…’ – Achala responded in an excited tone.
And some kids ran towards me and Achala started introducing everyone.
‘Daddy! this is Rohit, this is zakir, Anis, Sylvia, Divya..’ – I told hello to everyone.
‘Daddy, Daddy, Zakir is my best friend.’ – I smiled at that cute blue eyed boy.
‘Uncle, Acchu told that you have so much work and you won’t be able to come. She told she won’t come in today. You don’t have work Uncle?’ – Zakir asked me.
I suddenly felt very bad on how my daughter has understood me. ‘No Zakir, I don’t have work’
‘Daddy, they are calling for the games. ‘ . Zakir ran to his father and waved his hands at me & achala. I took achala by hand and walked towards the stage. They were announcing the 1st game. Fathers will be given a sheet containing questions about their kids. Fathers have to fill about their kids which will be verified with the kids response.
Achala was all excited about the game and she was all set to go. But I felt shivers. I looked at my daughter. Suddenly, I felt very far from her, and the reality hit me, that I don’t know anything about my very own daughter. I blurted out ‘Acchu..we will attend the next game..This one ..’ She gave me a deep stare. I thought she is going to cry or shout or do something. But instead she pulled out a small paper from her jeans pocket and gave it to me. Completely baffled, I opened the sheet.
My name is Achala. My birthday March 21st. I am 7yrs old. I like butterfly. Superman. Dairy milk. painting. dancing. I am in 1st standard A section. I like Dora. Mango. Apple. Fried rice. Jelly. I don’t like banana. I drink boost.. I like yellow color. My nick name is ‘Honey dew’
And the list went on with small, small spelling mistakes. I looked at Acchu. ‘Daddy, read it, I know they will keep this game. So I wrote it 2 days back itself, to give you if you come. If they ask anything about me, write there. Ok Now go & attend the game’. Most of the things, my daughter has written & gave me, I never knew anything about it. I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. I went to the stage waved my hand to Acchu and got the question sheet.
Since Acchu gave the sheet, I came to know about her & I answered almost all the questions. Then they asked Acchu on stage and asked the questions to her. We got the 2nd highest mark in that game. Acchu came running towards me and hugged me. They gave a ‘toy guitar’. Everyone congratulated us. Thou’ I won that game, I felt like a loser. I know, I don’t deserve this. I don’t know anything about my daughter.
She looked very happy showing that guitar to her best friend, zakir. What a kid she is. Understanding that her dad is totally hopeless and don’t want to let her dad down, before others she prepared that sheet and gave to me. The lump in my throat started getting bigger and my heart became heavy. I caressed her hair. What a beautiful smile she has and such big eyes.
Does she miss a wing to get qualified as an angel? I have never admired my daughter or even watched her in all these years. She has that cute dimple of Meera’s as well as her eyes. Does that curling lip edges when she smiles, is mine? How I missed all this in my life.
Achala pulled me to the stalls there and I got some eatables and ballons for her and zakir.. She kept talking about the next game and suddenly my mobile rang. Oops!! Is it already 10am. I looked at Acchu . Suddenly her face became dark. She looked totally upset and asked in an low voice ‘Daddy! You have to leave now?’
I looked at my mobile. My manager was calling. It’s already 10am. I looked at Acchu. I looked around. All those happy kids with their fathers. I thought about my school days, where my dad used to come for all sports day, annual day, sit with me, cheer me up. Every day morning, while dropping me to school, he will wait near the gate until my head disappear. Evening, he will come & pick me up in his cycle, and I will be telling him all the stories that happened that day in school.
I saw Acchu. How many untold stories my daughter has kept in her heart to say me? I thought about all those days, where I yearned for a girl child and I wonder, how much of my time I gave her.
I pulled her closer, gave a kiss on her fore head ‘No Honey! I am not going. I will be here only…we will attend all games and roam around whole day.ok?’
‘Really?’ – She asked in an unbelievable tone.
‘Thank you Daddy!’ – Achala kissed my cheeks and ran to her friends. School teaches you something or the other always. This time, ‘back to school’ has taught me a wonderful life’s lesson. I called my manager & told that am running high fever and can’t come in today.
I know, I can handle things tomorrow. Today my daughter needs me more than anyone can need me in this world. With a lighter heart, I got up; ran towards Acchu, lifted her and gave her a big swing. She erupted into an uncontrollable laughter. The lump in my throat started melting away.
Life is often misinterpreted…
We work to live and not live to work…
Search the real meaning of Life…
We always face situations where boss says to complete the works in no time.... take extra resources if you want..... Maybe this reply can help in those situations....It was a hot meeting at the office conference hall. All the people from the department had been called. The VP was looking much tensed.
The mood was so bad. My friend asked me -"Hey, what is this meeting all about? I told - May be they will decide on when to have the next meeting. People around smiled at each other. Then the VP started talking. It was about the recent attrition rate that was so high. The VP turned to the manager and told "Hey - take how much ever resources you want. Recruit or take them from other departments. But complete the work in another 25 days. Take people and complete it man.
To this the sweet manager replied " Sir! Give me one wife and nine months and I shall show you results. Don't give me nine wives and one month. I cannot do anything ." The VP was not prepared for this answer. We looked at the manager and thought "What an Awesome Reply man!"
Very cute love story......... MUST READ
She is my first and the only love till this point. Her name is Nivedita, a software engineer by profession. She is turning twenty-four shortly and she is undoubtedly the most beautiful girl on earth. I made it a point to share my feelings today with her, hoping this letter would do it all. I have not written any letters in my life till now, and this is perhaps the first time I pen down my thoughts and expectations for the person I love the most on earth.
It’s been four years since we met each other and a strong bond has grown between us through these years. I was unaware of her love for a long time. In fact, I hadn’t spoken a word with her till about a year I had seen her for the first time. It was in one long journey in train, I understood her love for me. It happened a year ago.
It was a trip from Kanyakumari to Chennai in Kanyakumari Express. We had passed Vizhupuram and it was 3 am in the morning. I thought I was the only one who was awake in the whole compartment in that early hour. But to my surprise, she was also awake.
I didn’t know then that it was for me she had got up that early. Hardly had she seemed to move her sight away from me. She smiled at me very often and every time I encountered that cute smile, I started eagerly awaiting the next battle with her smile and shining eyes. Her smile had everything in it, the story of unbelievable affection, care and what not.
From that moment, till now, I too have loved her to a great extent. We have never exchanged words about the love we have towards each other, but words are too less to reflect the amount of affection and love we share. I have always thought that the love would remain throughout our life and it happened to be the same till three months back.
Vivek had come into my life three months back. In fact I myself had waited his arrival for quite a long time, but from the moment he arrived, he has been the worst enemy in my life. Nivedita and he had grown close over times, and the fraction of time she spent with me got lowered to a great extent. Even the latest Sensex fall would be less compared to the fall in her affection for me.
I have wondered how it could suddenly happen, after near to four long years of understanding and love amidst us. At times, I have felt like killing that guy Vivek, but I have not had that much strength or braveness to do that. Still, what can he do? He did no mistake to his part, except for being born charming, cute and fair.
Two days before when I saw her, she was feeding food for him and I was hurt to the core on seeing the incident. My anger had boiled down to tears, and I broke. It took almost close to three hours for me stop crying, I felt I had cried more than how much I would have cried when I was born.
I have been trying to understand where it all went wrong, but to my fortune, till now, I haven’t been able spot it out. Once for all, I decided to tell all my feelings to her, no matter how she is going to deal with it. I have heard my dad saying a lot of times ‘Something is better than nothing!’ and I made up my mind to do ’something’.
I fixed today to be the ‘DATE’ for throwing open in front of her the ‘TALE’ of my pure love for her. I don’t know whether I will get a positive response from her, but I pray God that only the best happens.
My school bell has rung. The lunch break is over. My ‘UKG’ classmates would be ready to welcome me with the same cute smile as ever.
I hope my ‘MOTHER’ Nivedita will be alright, understands me and shares some time with me also, apart from that she spends with my three months old rascal ‘BROTHER’ Vivek.
See you after a break!!!
**Story of Appreciation**
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none".
The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.
The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands.
His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings."
The youth said,
Number 1: I know now what appreciation is. Without my Mother, there would not the successful me today.
Number 2: By working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
Number 3: I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager.
I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team.
The company's performance improved tremendously.
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
A good one from my email.. Try to share this story to as many as possible... this may change somebody's fate...
Her hands were shivering and body temperature was falling down. A 0.5 degree Celsius decrease would cause hypothermia. She tried with all energy to release herself from that knot. But she couldn’t do even move her body. With her legs and hands tied, she was screaming for help and to survive in that freezer. Even her saliva and tears were getting frozen.
Her body temperature went down to 90 degree Fahrenheit and still she was choking. She couldn't utter a word and her breathing became impossible. With her eye balls protruding outside she died staring at the paper " MORE YOU SCREAM MORE YOU LIVE…. ”.
His vengeance filled eyes were watching everything. He stroke Marcila out of the four names and closed his handicam. He left the place with a wicked smile.
Monday morning Hotel 'Rendezvous' was swamped with police men. Media persons were waiting like a voracious fox for a picture of Marcila's dead body. Crowd’s number was growing and throngs were becoming restless to know what and how it happened.
Inspector Madrian was waiting for Chief investigating officer Rodriguez. He had prepared a short note for chief about Marcila. Mr. Rodriguez was a well know detective in criminal world. He has solved 19 cases which were recorded in books for trainees in Crime investigation Department. Inspector Madrian was losing his patients, as media was framing new stories about the murder.
Madrian adjusted his pant over his belly and gave horrendous stare at the crowd. He was 6 feet tall with a masculine body. Only one odd thing in his perfect body was his belly. At the age of 40 he was one among those respected servants. As the Rassburg city had low crime rate, Madrian was worried about this murder. There were many strange things about the murder; it was not for theft or a rape attempt and Marcila had a faultless public record. While his mind was raving for answer, he heard a police siren approaching him. It was Rodriguez. Chief wore a black suite with impeccable tie flowing majestically over his body. He looked much younger than his age.
Inspector saluted and welcomed him inside the hotel.
" Any traces of criminal ??" asked Rodriguez.
" No sir, killer seemed to be interesting. There was no intention of robbery. Our dog squad could not trace his path as he had sprinkled pepper powder over the entrance. Murder plot was well planned and executed more cautiously. The freezer was operated with a sound automated device which would increase the room temperature with the increase in decibel level. Even the hotel people were not aware of these modification done to their freeze r" said Inspector.
Rodriguez walked into that huge freezer room. In the midst of many meat logs, her body was lying like a dead snail. He scrupulously checked the room for any evidence. But he could not find anything appealing that could help his investigation.
Rodriguez came out and asked “ Who is this lady and did you inform this to her family? "
" Her name is Ms. Marcila Fernandez, a reporter in EW TV channel. She used to host some reality show and a well known program 'Scapegoat'. We have informed this to her parents. They are waiting outside. Mr. Fernandez was a retired government servant. Marcila seemed to be friendly with her peers and hence no suspects. It seems to be action with prior enmity. But the killer should be a psycho as he has taken so much effort to kill her with all these set up in freezer " said Madrian.
Rodriguez thought for a moment and said " We need to visit EW’s office. We will start our investigation from there“ Both of them left the place, ordering the ambulance to take dead body for Postmortem.
Meanwhile the killer was having espresso thinking about his next plan.
Police car stopped at 3 rd Avenue Street and security guards opened the gate. They entered the office to see everyone shocked. The receptionist guided them to Mr. Chairman.
Dr. Richard was sitting in his cabin. His face was pale. He could not believe the death of his assistant. He welcomed officers and offered them a seat.
Rodriguez said “ Mr. Richard extremely sorry for the loss. My name is Rodriguez Bentel and this is Inspector Madrian. We are investigating Ms.Marcila's murder. We expect your cooperation ”
Chairman told " I will do anything to help you in this case. I have called all my employees who worked with Marcila. They would answer your questions ".
Chairman took them to a conference room where 12 employees were sitting. Most of them were worried and few of them were frightened. Rodriquez introduced him and addressed them about the issue. He gave a rough picture about the crime to gather varied opinions from those people. He was trying to extract maximum about Marcila. Inspector gathered information about her programs, her friends and her work. There wasn’t much things Rodriguez could use for this case. But he felt that her murder had something to do with her work.
Rodriquez returned with inspector to police station. They started listing all possible suspects.
That night, Killer had planned for another murder. He took a taxi to a ‘Nazzirock’ pub. He was waiting inside for his next prey. He made sure that the leather bag had those necessary objects for his plan.
After an hour, a black man entered the pub. He was short and stout. His name was Johnsons. He ordered for his favorite Martini and was enjoying the ambience with his friends. The killer was waiting for a chance to hunt him down.
After few minutes, Johnson stood up and walked away from his friends.
Killer took the filled syringe with him. He followed Johnson to restroom. He waited for others to vacate the restroom. As Johnson was left alone, he entered silently. He aimed at Johnson’s neck and stabbed with the syringe. Johnson could see only killer’s face. The toxin paralyzed his muscles and arrested his mobility. He took Johnson to generator room. He left a paper which said “ MORE YOU SCREAM MORE YOU LIVE… ” But Johnson could hardly say something as the toxin reacted with the alcohol and blocked his vocal sac. Killer switched on his handicam and started recording.
Johnson died within 5 mins. As the pub had many people getting high and making noise, none had doubt. Johnson's friend tried to contact him through phone.
As they could not reach him they left the place thinking that Johnson has left the pub. Killer checked Johnson’s pulses and closed his handicam. He had same wicked smile. He stroke another name from the list leaving only two more.
Next day early morning, Inspector Madrian got a call. He rushed to Nazzirock pub. He searched the place meticulously and informed his chief about the second murder. When Rodriguez reached the spot Madrian had made all arrangements for investigation. Finger print experts where working seriously. Rodriguez was shocked to find the same note near the dead body. His intuition said that there were more to come.
He spoke to his department people to get information on Johnson and Marcila. He sent Madrian to EW station to enquire about their joint work. Rodriguez was looking at Johnson. The nerves in the body were very visible and his nose was bleeding. The forensic expert took the body for autopsy. Chief was looking at the paper. “ MORE YOU SCREAM MORE YOU LIVE ". His imagination was growing wild. He understood that he was looking for a killer who is highly dangerous.
Rodriguez was sure that this murder had something to do with EW TV. Killer's next target could be one among those 11 employees. He wanted to avoid the next murder but did not know how. He was investigating at a killer who is highly equipped and clearly organized. He was also sure that this was a job of one person as the foot marks near his body were matching to only two foot prints. Rodriguez expected something to happen immediately, as he was aware that killer wouldn’t give police enough time to take him down. So his hunt for next victim must have started by now. He ordered his department men to give protection to EW office and all its employees . He sat inside the car and was looking carefully at the paper. The word ‘scream’ disturbed him..............................
When Rodriguez reached EW office he could smell an inexplicable fear in everybody’s face. It was natural as the office lost two of its employees. Inspector Madrian was standing with a confused mind. Now it was very evident that the murder had something to do with EW TV and its member. Rodriguez wanted to learn all those haunting thoughts that were dangling in their minds. He started his interrogation. There wasn’t much he could get, but there was definitely a gruesome horror in their face, which he could feel. The sweat was draining out of Mr. Andy’s head. He left the conference room immediately. This caught Rodriguez attention. Inspector Madrian was ordered to keep an eye on Andy. That day Andy took half day leave and left the office.
Rodriguez asked chairman to give details about all the shows in which Marcila and Johnson were involved. He learned that Marcila had worked in 6 reality shows and 2 soaps. Johnson was part of only 2 shows. So Rodriguez decided to start from Johnson’s program.
He worked as an art director and editor of the program “Scapegoat” and “Daily dairy”. Of these two, “Daily dairy” was related to ladies day -today activities. It included interviews of actresses and fashion designers.
But “Scapegoat” was a different show, where people who were cheated and made scapegoats by industrialist and politicians were focused. It also did programs in which people were fooled by some petty tricks. It was one of the well known shows of EW TV. But ‘SCAPEGOAT’ was not telecasted for past two weeks for some unknown reason. On Rodriguez’s enquiry, he was told that it was cancelled because the sponsors backed out.
But chief noticed that there were 6 major sponsors for that show and he had doubts how all of them could suddenly withdraw from it. Chief also collected information about other shows in which Marcila was involved. He took videos of all the recent shows of Marcilla and Johnson.
He left the EW office after warning its employees to be very careful.
Even while driving, his mind was thinking about the show “Scapegoat” and its sudden truncation. He called his department people to check for any police case filed against EW channel in relation to ‘scapegoat’. He reached the office and started looking at the videos. He wanted to avoid other murders that were to follow. He ordered for police protection to all those 11 employees. While he was watching a ‘scapegoat’ video, he got a call from Inspector Andrian.
He said “ Sir, I was following Andy. He left the office and drove straight to Mullet street. He has booked an air ticket to Kent city. After that he suddenly got out of my sight.
He was acting weirdly. He changed his destination thrice while booking the tickets. The man sitting in the booking counter said that Andy was not feeling. So we are trying our best to trace him. He could be the criminal we are looking for. Though we don’t have arrest warrant, I have ordered for his arrest at sight .”
Rodriguez was listening carefully. He took the records of Andy in hands and started reading. He understood that Andy was the man behind the show “Scapegoat”. He directed it and framed all the tricks. He ordered for a special security for those involved in that show. He was expecting the criminal to strike tonight at his next target. Rodriguez had set trap for that killer. But killer was also not an easy bird to catch.
That evening he got a call from Forensic department stating that the report of Johnson’s postmortem was ready. They also informed Rodriguez, that Johnson was killed by a special Mycotoxin from fungi Cylindrocarpon strain mixed with methyl cyanide at low concentration. This toxin would prevent DNA, RNA and protein synthesis. It was intended to keep the person alive at least for 15 mins and the interesting part is that it cannot be found in autopsy. Only pathologist could identify this specific strain. But the reaction of toxin with the alcohol consumed by Johnson caused him early death.
Chief enquired about the toxin’s availability. But they said that it was not a usual one used by common criminals. It was blended in perfect mixture for special purpose. The fungi’s toxin was not available commercially. It should have cultivated individually or got it from some research station.
Chief kept the phone thinking about the toxin. He became little tensed as the killer was not some ordinary maniac hanging out in city. His murder plan has been highly organized and unpredictably executed.
Meanwhile the Killer was following Andy in ‘China town market’. There were unimaginable crowd and Andy wanted to roam among the people and take the flight to Kent by that night. He was sure that he would be the next target and would become an easy prey to the killer, if he stays in single place. He wanted to take police help, but was afraid of that incident that happened three weeks back.
While Andy settled to have a sandwich, he felt a hand over his shoulder. Immediately a cloth covered in nose and Andy fainted.
After an hour Andy woke up to see himself locked inside a glass chamber. Suddenly water started to flow inside from two ports. At the top there was a paper which said “ MORE YOU SCREAM MORE YOU LIVE ”…
He did not understand anything. He looked outside the through the glass window. Killer was standing with the same iniquitous smile. He made an arrangement where the rate of water flow could only be minimized by the increase in decibel level. Andy was shouting like a mad hound. But as his throat dried, water flooded the tank. The salt water had filled his lung's cavity. He was struggling to breathe. After few minutes his body was floating. Killer closed his handicam and stroke Andy from the list, leaving only one name.
Inspector Madrian was informed about Andy's death; another victim from EW. As the news of Andy’s death reached EW office, everyone was trembling with fear.
Rodriguez entered EW office. He was feeling ashamed as he couldn’t save Andy; even he knew that Andy would be the next target. He was sure that the killer was not a psycho as his plan had some hidden motive.
Police men got a paper from the chamber. He was completely wet with water. But everyone could guess the words written in it.
While Rodriguez and inspector were searching for another clue from scapegoat videos, he got a call from his department men. They informed him about a case filed against EW TV against the murder of a boy. But file was closed within two days, as it was withdrawn. This happened exactly three weeks back. Rodriguez was expecting some twist in this. The case was filed against Chairman Richard.
Inspector Madrian was told to bring the chairman into the conference room. Mr. Richardson walked slowly with his mind filled with some haunting thoughts. Rodriguez could read his fear. He knew that it would not be difficult to get truth from the old man at this situation. Rodriguez said " Mr. Chairman, all I can do to save you is by hearing truth from your mouth. Tell me about the murder case filed against you. It would not be a nice idea to hide something from police, as we are the only person whom you can trust at this point of time ".
There was a long pause. Chairman started “ It’s too late to hide it. The show ‘scapegoat’ was bringing lots of sponsors and hence we were forced to bring something new to the show. Just like other episodes we decided to shoot a show "scream ”. It was not intended to cause any harm to public... We wanted to capture the scream of people by threatening them in funny way. And while doing that we lost a life. Andy was directing it. Marcila dressed herself as a monster. Johnson was also involved in it. They were waiting for a scapegoat at night over the Wilson Bridge. And that is when this boy happened to pass by. He was walking in the pedestrian path. Marcila's sudden threatening caused that boy to fall from the bridge. They tried to save him. But before that a train smashed his body. His father, who was walking behind him, lost his conscious seeing his son's body crushed to pieces. He was admitted in hospital. I was informed immediately. But I did not want EW's reputation to be damaged. The sponsor's money was managed for another show. The boy's name was Samir Mohammed. His father lodged a murder complaint against EW. But I was forced to use the political influence to save my channel. He was threatened with Terrorist act against Samir and him. Fearing the perdition of his family, he committed suicide and the case was withdrawn. Family members were not even ready to accept the compensation amount. This happened 15 days ago. I have been keeping a constant check on the boy’s family members. But they have moved out of the city.. ."
Rodriguez was recording it. Now it was very clear that killer would come for Mr. Richard. Tight security was put for chairman. Richard was arrested but kept in office to catch the killer. To prevent the leak of this news to public, everything in the office was told to proceed as per daily agenda. All those who behaved suspiciously were ordered to be arrested.
Killer was watching everything. He has already set three micro cameras in EW office. He even kidnapped a security guard. This time his plan was to be changed. His weapon was a Botulinum neurotoxin, one of the most potent natural toxins known. It could cause brain damage in short time. For any conditions like this, Paramedics will give try to make the heart and lungs of patients work at initial level. It would need a pathologist or a neurologist to find the neurotoxin’s effect. He was all set to take his next prey.
Rodriguez was guarding EW employees along with inspector. Apparently he was collecting details about Samir's family member and distant relatives. He could smell something fishy in that. He contacted his department men and gave some orders about an individual.
Next day afternoon there was a shift in the securities of EW office.
Killer entered the office as a guard. His identity proof matched his face. He had the plastic covering his thumb with same finger print of the kidnapped guard. His entry to office was very easy but crossing Rodriguez was very difficult. He was waiting for Rodriguez to move away from chairman.
Mr. Richard was supposed to approve the program of EW channel every day and as a part of that he was supposed to sign few documents.
This time it was presented by killer. Richard was offered a pen by the guard. When Richard, pressed it at the top, he experienced a prick in his right thumb. He neglected and signed one document. As the needle at the top of the pen was coated with toxin, Richard started experiencing some pain. Killer took the documents and left a paper with a word ’SCREAM’ in it.
Before Rodriguez found chairman’s condition, the killer left the office with the same wicked smile. But the police camera recorded everything.
AS Mr. Richard was rushed to hospital, Rodriguez got information about, Abdul Nazir a cousin brother of Samir who was killed. He was doing his masters in drugs and biometrics in Manchester's university. They have even confirmed from university about the availability of mycotoxin used to kill Johnson. It was clear that Nazir was the killer. But he was to be caught with evidence.
Rodriguez had already gave orders to arrest Nazir for investigation.Inspector Madrian went in person to Nazir's apartment as ordered by Rodriguez. There he found the videos of first three murders. Police force was waiting, when he entered. He smiled at them and raised his hands for handcuff. Killer was sure of Rodriguez's ability to trace him.
But Nazir was happy that he couldn’t stop him from taking revenge against his brother's murderers.
Later Inspector came to know that all those videos were already published in internet. Nazir also had the video of his brother's death. Behind the bars, in jail, he screamed with a great relief. Chairman died on his way to hospital...Though Rodriguez solved this case, he couldn’t avoid two deaths. He got a call and was ready for his next case...
THE LOYAL WIFE
There was a man who had worked all of his life, had saved all of his money, and was a real miser when it came to his money.
Just before he died, he said to his wife, "When I die, I want you to take all my money and put it in the casket with me. I want to take my money with me."
And so he got his wife to promise him with all of her heart that when he died, she would put all of the money in the casket with him.
Well, he died . . .
He was stretched out in the casket, his wife was sitting there in black, and her friend was sitting next to her. When they finished the ceremony, just before the undertakers got ready to close the casket, the wife said,
"Wait, just a minute!"
She had a box with her, she came over with the box and put it in the casket.
Then the undertakers locked the casket down, and they rolled it away.
Her friend said, "I know you weren't fool enough to put all that money in there with your husband."
The loyal wife replied "Listen, I'm a Christian, I can't go back on my word. I promised him that I was going to put that money in that casket with him."
"You mean to tell me you put that money in the casket with him !!! ?"
"I sure did" said the wife. "I got it all together, put it into my account and wrote him a cheque. If he can cash it, he can spend it."
Moral of the story:
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE FEMALES, Females are ALWAYS MUCH MORE clever than Males.....
Pass this to a clever female you know, or a man with a sense of humour . . . .
I just did. ;-)
Once upon a time there was a painter who had just completed his course. He took 3 days and
painted beautiful scenery. He wanted people's opinion about his caliber and painting skills.
He put his creation at a busy street-crossing. And just down below aboard which read -"I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. Please put a cross wherever you see a mistake."
While he came back in the evening to collect his painting he was completely shattered to see that whole canvass was filled with Xs(crosses) and some people had even written their comments on the painting.
Disheartened and broken completely he ran to his master's place and burst into tears. This young artist was breathing heavily and master heard him saying"I'm useless and if this is what I have learnt to paint I'm not worth becoming a painter. People have rejected me completely. I feel like dying"
Master smiled and suggested "My Son, I will prove that you are a great artist and have learnt a flawless painting. Do as I say without questioning it. It WILL work."
Young artist reluctantly agreed and two days later early morning he presented a replica of his earlier painting to his master. Master took that gracefully and smiled.
"Come with me." master said.
They reached the same street-square early morning and displayed the same painting exactly at the same place. Now master took out anotherboard which read -"Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokesetc. I have put a box with colors and brushes just below. Please do a favor. If you see a mistake, kindly pick up the brush and correct it."
Master and disciple walked back home.
They both visited the place same evening. Young painter was surprised to see that actually there was not a single correction done so far. Next day again they visited and found painting remained untouched. They say the painting was kept there for a month for no correction came in!
Moral of the story:
It is easier to criticize, but DIFFICULT TO IMPROVE!
So don't get carried away or judge yourself by someone elses criticism and feel depressed...
JUDGE YOURSELF! YOU ARE YOUR BEST JUDGE!!!
React Vs. Respond
Suddenly, a cockroach flew from somewhere and sat on a lady. She started screaming out of fear. With panic stricken face and trembling voice, she started jumping, with both her hands desperately trying to get rid of the cockroach. Her reaction was contagious, as everyone in her group got cranky to what was happening. The lady finally managed to push the cockroach to another lady in the group.
Now, it was the turn of the other lady in the group to continue the drama.
The waiter rushed forward to their rescue. In the relay of throwing, the cockroach next fell upon the waiter. The waiter stood firm, composed himself and observed the behavior of the cockroach on his shirt. When he was confident enough, he grabbed and threw it out with his fingers.
Sipping my coffee and watching the amusement, the antenna of my mind picked up a few thoughts and started wondering, was the cockroach responsible for their histrionic behavior? If so, then why was the waiter not disturbed? He handled it near to perfection, without any chaos.
It is not the cockroach, but the inability of the ladies to handle the disturbance caused by the cockroach that disturbed the ladies.
I realized even in my case then , it is not the shouting of my father or my boss that disturbs me, but it’s my inability to handle the disturbances caused by their shouting that disturbs me. It’s not the traffic jams on the road that disturbs me, but my inability to handle the disturbance caused by the traffic jam that disturbs me.
More than the problem, it’s my reaction to the problem that hurts me...
The Take-Away : The women reacted, whereas the waiter responded.
Do not react, only respond.
Reactions are always instinctive, whereas responses are always intellectual...
A good one from my email.