HOW A SANATYANI IS MISTAKEN
https://youtu.be/iw7hG9R49GM SUNDAR PICHAI ON BOARD; EVEN IF SAY
FABRIGATED, IT REMINDS ME GANDHI SENT DOWN THE TRAIN WHICH MADE A NATION
WORLD 3RD TODAY K RAJARAM
ADAKKAM AMARARUL UYKKUM ADANGAMAI
AARIRUL UYTHU VIDUM BEING POLITE DOESN'T MEAN COMPROMISED; THE STORY THAT
I READ 2ND TIME REPRODUCED:
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled between rolling hills, there
was a kingdom ruled by a lazy leader. His name was King Valthor, a ruler
who found great comfort in idleness. He spent most of his days lounging on
his throne, barely lifting a finger to oversee his kingdom’s affairs. His
advisors often begged him to act, but Valthor would simply wave them away,
claiming that everything would work itself out in time. "Why worry about
the present when the future is unpredictable?" he would say, often
half-asleep.
In this kingdom also lived an arrogant old man named Gerund. Gerund
had lived through many wars and challenges, and he believed that his years
of experience made him wiser than everyone else. He often strutted about
the village, puffing out his chest and boasting about his past triumphs. He
considered himself the unofficial voice of reason, though his advice was
rarely helpful. He would speak condescendingly to younger villagers,
reminding them of how much he knew and how little they did. His favourite
saying was, “Experience speaks louder than youth.”
Then there was the fool of the village, an aged man named Thurston,
who had grown old but not wise. Thurston was simple-minded, his thoughts
scattered like autumn leaves in the wind. He frequently gave nonsensical
advice, his words tangled in confusion. Once, when a farmer asked him how
to fix a broken cart wheel, Thurston had replied, “Just tell the wheel to
roll, and it will. Everything in life listens to you if you just ask.” The
villagers often tried to avoid asking him anything important, though they
couldn’t help but feel sympathy for his lack of understanding.
But perhaps the worst of all was Lady Serica, a woman known
throughout the land for her scurrilous tongue. Her words were sharp as
daggers, and her gossip spread like wildfire. She delighted in tearing down
anyone who crossed her path, finding pleasure in exposing secrets and
starting rumours. When she wasn’t whispering behind closed doors, she was
loudly criticizing others in the town square. No one dared speak out
against her, for fear of becoming the next target of her cruel words.
Despite these troubling figures, the village was still trying to
function. The villagers, who were hardworking and kind, tried their best to
make the kingdom prosper, but the weight of the lazy king, the arrogant old
man, the foolish elder, and the venomous lady was too much for them to bear.
One fateful day, a great storm hit the village. The rains poured
down, flooding the streets and threatening to destroy crops and homes. The
villagers turned to King Valthor for guidance, but he remained in his
palace, curled up in bed, mumbling that the storm would surely pass on its
own. Gerund, meanwhile, stood in the town square, proclaiming that his vast
knowledge of past storms meant he knew exactly how to handle this one. He
suggested they build walls of sand and wait for the winds to shift.
Unfortunately, his “advice” was based on an outdated battle strategy and
had no bearing on the current crisis.
Thurston, confused as ever, wandered through the streets telling
people to “think happy thoughts,” because he believed that positivity could
stop the rain. His words did little to comfort the villagers, who were
struggling to save their homes.
But it was Lady Serica who caused the most trouble. While the
villagers worked together, she stood at the edge of the square, criticizing
their efforts. “You’re all wasting your time! These houses will be swept
away! It’s hopeless!” she shouted. Her harsh words only added to the fear
and anxiety that gripped the hearts of the villagers.
Finally, a young woman named Elara, who had spent her days quietly
observing the failures of the leaders, stepped forward. She was neither
lazy nor arrogant, and she had enough wisdom to see the futility of
Thurston’s advice and the harm of Serica’s cruel words. She gathered a
group of villagers and proposed a new plan. They would work together to
reinforce the levees, secure the roofs, and help each other in whatever way
they could.
With determination and unity, the villagers followed Elara’s lead.
They were able to weather the storm, protecting their homes and families.
As the storm passed, the sun broke through the clouds, and the villagers
rejoiced.
When the leaders saw the aftermath, they were shocked. King Valthor
woke up from his nap, looked around, and muttered, “Well, it seems
everything turned out alright after all.” Gerund grumbled, “I suppose the
younger generation has their uses.” Thurston smiled blankly and said, “Good
thing I told everyone to be happy!” And Lady Serica, though she had no
praise to offer, begrudgingly admitted that the village had survived
despite her harsh words.
But the villagers knew the truth: it wasn’t the lazy leader, the
arrogant old man, the foolish elder, or the scurrilous lady who had saved
the day. It was their unity, their hard work, and their ability to rise
above the failures of their leaders. From that day forward, the village
learned a valuable lesson: true leadership comes not from those who sit
idly by, but from those who act with courage and kindness. {A blogger on a
management course lessons} K RAJARAM IRS 8125
K Rajaram IRS 9125
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