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Satisfaction

Half of the day
We are futile in worries.
Because anxiety is such a disease
Which gives more importance to the words of others than their own.

It is not really a mistake to think.
You are not wrong either.
You are not wrong in your own mind.
So whose fault is it?
The mistake is our complacency
Which we always are
We have high hopes.

Too much hope always leads to unhappiness
We don’t want to know that
How much satisfaction do we need?
And how satisfied we are with ourselves
Consider it appropriate.

The reason for all this is written below!

Hope first
Expectations must be limited
Second lust
Lust should not be exaggerated
The third is more wishes
Be it to others or to any thing
It is very important to stay away from Wishes.

And these three mean only one thing
That is our unhappy mind
It is the way to satisfy your mind
It should be our main motto.

So what are you thinking again?
What you have
That is satisfying
Because God loves you
Two times and two fist are available for eating,
Isn’t that satisfying?
Because making a difference??
Be it a cold winter or a rainy night
By which road is a beggar sleeping hungry and torn themselves in rags
How is the night spent by covering
Only he himself knows that sorrow.

But even the beggar is satisfied
Because he thinks
That was it more for me today.

And more hope is futile for him.
Then you got it right.

Limit your indulgence
The solution to all problems
It will become easier by itself.

Thank you

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Thank you once again.

Written by Nilamadhab Bhuyan…

Do Something That Will Brighten Your Future.

The story begins in a small kingdom Where all the people walk on one principle. Even the king is bound to follow that principle. It was a strange rule
By law, the king was elected for five years. But after the completion of 5 years, the king was left in the dense forest of that kingdom. If he returned within a certain period of time, he would be accepted as a king again. If the king did not return within the specified time interval, another king was elected for the next 5 years.


The reason for not returning was that after the king was left in the forest, the wild animals were killing him and eating him, but no one has returned alive from that forest till date.


This has been going on for almost 50 years  it is time to elect a new king?? The election process was such that the person with the most names was chosen as the king.


Now the name of Rameshwar Pandit came up. As handsome as Rameshwar Pandit looked. His honesty won the hearts of the people. He was solving all the problems but he was poor.


The people reached his house for Raja Tilak. Rameswar was very happy to hear this, but his wife Maya got sad and told Rameswar that I don’t want to lose you. There is no benefit in being a king for 5 years. Eventually you will be released into the wild.


After that Rameshwar said, Look Maya, you are right too but it would be wrong to go against the people’s choice and finally Rameshwar became the king.
After becoming king, Rameshwar made a plan. Set a goal and start making plans on how to save his life and spend the rest of his life happily.


Rameswar put all the ministers on different tasks. Each minister was given a different task.
Such as cleaning the state, focusing on education, repairing the roads of the state, saving rain water, building dams by saving pond and river water etc.
Started doing another new job It had the task of taking care of the wild animals in the forest He made a good path in the forest.

They built a fence inside the forest and kept all the animals in one place and made a wildlife sanctuary.


5 years passed by Rameshwar doing all such good works
Now came the custom of leaving the king in the forest The people left Rameshwar in the forest and returned but the king returned in time and assumed the royal throne again in the form of a king.


Because all the animals of that forest were kept apart in one place like a zoo and no animal harmed him.


Rameshwar now spent the rest of his life as king.


You will learn something new in this story. At the right time, Rameshwar first removed the danger with his wisdom and lived happily for the rest of his life.


When you have time, do something that will brighten your future.


This story is narrated from the Shri Vivek Bindra Ji.
Written by Nilamadhab Bhuyan…

KTM-400 (ଏକ ବ୍ୟଙ୍ଗ ଗଳ୍ପ-କବିତା)

KTM-400 (ଏକ ବ୍ୟଙ୍ଗ ଗଳ୍ପ-କବିତା)
KTM-400 (ଏକ ବ୍ୟଙ୍ଗ ଗଳ୍ପ-କବିତା)

ପ୍ରଥମ ଦିନ କଲେଜ ରେ ଦେଖା ବହୁତ୍ ରୋମାଞ୍ଚକର ଥିଲା । ସାଙ୍ଗ ମାନଙ୍କୁ ତାଗିଦ୍ କରି କହିଲି, ଆବେ ସେ ତୋର ଭାଉଜ ହେବ…


ସେମାନେ ଫେରେଇ ନେଲେ ସିନା ତାଙ୍କ ଦୃଷ୍ଟି ଭଙ୍ଗୀ କିନ୍ତୁ ମୋର ଆଖି ଲାଗି ରହିଲା ତମ ପାଖରେ…

କେତେବେଳେ ତମ ପ୍ରତି ଏତେ ଭଲ ପାଇବା ବଢ଼ିଗଲା ଯେ ମୁଁ ନିଜେ ଜାଣିପାରିନି…

ନିଜର ହୋଇ ରହିଛି ସିନା ମନ ଟା କେବଳ ତମ ପାଖରେ…

ସେଦିନ ପ୍ରଥମ ଥର କଥା ହେବା ପାଇଁ ବହୁତ୍ ଡର ଡର ଲାଗୁଥିଲା । ପହଞ୍ଚି ଗଲି ତୁମ ଡେଞ୍ଜର୍ ଜୋନ୍ ରେ…

ଭାବିଲି ଆଜି ନିଶ୍ଚୟ କିଛି ଘଟିବ । ତୁମେ ବ୍ୟସ୍ତ ତୁମ ସାଙ୍ଗ ସହିତ । ମୋର ଦୁଇ ଥର ଡାକିବା ଶବ୍ଦ ଯେମିତି ପବନରେ ଉଡ଼ି ଚାଲିଗଲା…

ତୃତୀୟ ଡାକ ରେ ମୋ ଶବ୍ଦ ଜବାବ ତମେ ଦେଇଗଲ ସିନା ରାଗରେ ତୁମ ଚାହାଣି ସତରେ ମୋତେ ଭୟଭୀତ କରି ଦେଲା…

ସାହାସ କରି ନାମ ଟି ପଚାରିଲି ସିନା ତମର ଫୁଲେଇ ହେବା ଢଙ୍ଗ ମୋତେ ହଜେଇ ଦେଲା ତୁମ ସୌନ୍ଦର୍ଯ୍ୟ ମୟ ଚେହେରା ର ବଗିଚାରେ… 

କେବଳ ନାମ ପାଇଁ ଆସି ନଥିଲି । ଦୁଇ ପଦ କଥା ହେବା ବାହାନାରେ ଆସିଥିଲି କିନ୍ତୁ ହଠାତ୍ ତୁମ ଫୋନ୍ ର ରିଙ୍ଗଟୋନ ମୋ ଫିଲିଙ୍ଗ କୁ ଗୋଳମାଳ କରିଦେଲା…

ଫୋନ୍ ସାଇଲେଣ୍ଟ କରି ମୋ ସହିତ କଥା ହେଲ ସିନା, ମନ ମୋର ବୁଝିଲାନି…

ପର ଦିନ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରିଲି ଗେଟ୍ ପାଖରେ!!!

ଏ କଣ??? ତମେ ପୁଣି କାହାର KTM ବାଇକ୍ ର ପଛ ପଟେ…

ତମକୁ ଦେଖି ବହୁତ୍ ରାଗ ହେଲା, କିନ୍ତୁ ଖୋଜି ଚାଲିଲି ସେ KTM ଚାଳକ କିଏ???

ଯେତେବେଳେ ଜାଣିଲି ମନ ମୋର ଯେମିତି ଅମୂଲ ଗୁଣ୍ଡ ଭଳି ଅନୁଭବ ହେଲା…

ଯାହା ମୋର ଥିଲା ତାକୁ ଆଉ କିଏ ଘୋଳି ଚା ପିଇ ସାରିବା ଭଳି ଅନୁଭବ ହେଲା…

କଣ କହିବି ତାକୁ ସେ ଥିଲା ମୋର ଦାଦା ପୁଅ ଭାଇ ସୁକୁଟା…

ଯେତେବେଳେ କିଛି ଭଲ କାମ କରିବାକୁ ଯାଏ ସେ ଆସି ଲାଗିଯାଏ ମୋ ପଛେ ଯୋକ ଭଳି…

ହଉ ଯାଅ ପ୍ରିୟା ଆଜି ଉତ୍ସର୍ଗ କରି ଦେଲି ମୋ ସୁକୁଟା ଭାଇ ପାଇଁ…

ମୋ ଆଖି ଲୁହ ର ଦୁବ ଚାଉଳ ବାଇକ୍ ଚକାରେ ପକେଇ ମୁଁ ଭୀଷ୍ମ ପ୍ରତିଜ୍ଞା ନେଉଛି..

ଆଜି ସିନା ମୋ ପାଖେ Pulsar ଅଛି କିନ୍ତୁ ଦିନେ ଥିବ ମୋ ପାଖେ KTM-400..

ସେତେବେଳେ ତମଠୁ ସୁନ୍ଦରୀ ବସିଥିବ ଏହି ଟେକା ସିଟ୍ ରେ…

ଭୁଲିଗଲ ନା ପ୍ରିୟା କେବଳ ଗୋଟିଏ KTM ବାଇକ୍ ପାଇଁ…

 ହଉ ହଉ…

ଅପେକ୍ଷା କର ପ୍ରିୟା, ଦିନେ ମୋ ପାଖେ ମଧ୍ୟ ଥିବ KTM-400 …..

KTM-400 ର ଅପେକ୍ଷାରେ……

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