kya tum pillu ho ???

Not every body can be a story teller(i mean a gud 1) and i m sure m nt 1.
But this is nt a story .this is sumthg i found out abt lyf recently.Well m nt a discoverer either , but ya a free friday and a few pegs can make u feel like 1. hehehe !!!

Well here goes wat i "discovered" ( m njyng using dis word.....crap !!!)..........

he he he

Henceforth , serious stuff only.

There was a small family ("Hum do hamare do" types)living on the countryside in some part of central india , say Madhya
Pradesh(like the hell u care !!!).

Actually , I hate this "creating platform for the real stuff" thing , so better to jump directly to the stuff that matters.

Inside the kitchen of the house there were two big transparent jars - one for pulses and other to store rice.
Everyday at 11:30 AM , the MOM of the house used to take out one bowl each of rice and pulses from those jars.

Inside the jar having pulses , was the inhabitance of our friend "PILLU".
As the name suggests , Mr. Pillu was an insect , living a comfortable life inside his jar.

The jar containing pulses had a resident named "RILLU".
Well, here the name does not suggest anything ,but by the analogy of the story we will take him as an insect too.
(For the ones not happy with this analogy will have to deal with it , its my story damn't)

PILLU and RILLU had been very curious what the world outside their jars will be like.
Everyday they used to see amazing stuff through the transparent walls , more space to wander ,more options so feed (and poop)
upon . This was really fascinating for them to think how it will feel to be outside of their jars.
But as lazy these insects were , these all were just dreams for them.

But one bright day , RILLU made a tough decision.He decided he will change his life for once and all.
He had a plan for the next time MOM comes to take out rice from his jar.

NEXT DAY 11:30 AM
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MOM entered the kitchen and plunged the bowl inside the Rice jar.
Rillu tried to swim all across the sea of rice between him and the coming in bowl to get inside it.
This was his master plan, to get inside the bowl and when MOM takes out the bowl out of jar ,he will jump outside and will enjoy the outside world like never before.

Well , we all make plans ,and we agree they do not go the planned way always(actually most of the times).

Even after trying hard , RILLU was not able to cross the uproaring sea of rice to reach the bowl.
He failed in his attempt,he was sad. But he was not shattered.

He decided to try again and to keep on trying till eventually he succeeds.


PILLU was watching all this from his jar.

What!!! you are confused between the names.
Let me help you.
P for pulses, P for Pillu
R for rice , R for Rillu, now it will be easy for you to remember.


Where was I ?

Ya Pillu was watching all this from his jar,very excited for Rillu,
to see if his friend succeeds or not.
And inside his heart he prayed for fulfillment of Rillu's dream.
But you know insects can nt be completely unselfish.
(Even if you do not know, let it be like this for the sake of the story , take them as human...this will help :P ).

Well , Pillu also dreamed to get out of that jar using the MOM's bowl , but was not ready to work hard like his friend.
He used to lie in his place and pray that the bowl will take that part of the rice where he was lying.
(Very lazy hunh....)

But one day eventually ,RILLU was able to get to the bowl and was finally out to the vast world.
Yes , he succeeded , he was able to get out of his boundaries to realise his true potential.

Pillu was happy for his friend and a bit jealous too.
And he suddenly grew this feeling that Rillu was very lucky that he got to live his dreams.
He began cursing his bad luck which prevented him to even get nearer to what could have been a nice life for him.
Rillu is wandering in the outside world enjoying his life and Pillu is still there inside his jar cursing everyone for his

life.
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All of us fall into the one of the categories of these two insects.
We always define luck to describe success of others and failure of ours.

I know which category i fall in , now its ur turn .......

(abe jyada serious nahi hone kaa....bindaas jeene kaa....yeh to bus kahani hai...hee hee hee)

CHEERSSSSS !!!