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दुष्ट की साहयता

एक बार एक बाघ के गले में हड्डी अटक गयी. बाघ ने उसे निकालने की बड़ी चेष्टा की, पर उसे सफलता नहीं मिली.  पीड़ा से परेशान हो कर वह इधर उधर दौड़ भाग करने लगा.  किसी भी जानवर को सामने देखते ही वह कहता - भाई!  यदि तुम मेरे गले से हड्डी को बाहर निकाल दो तो मै तुम्हें  पुरस्कार दूंगा और आजीवन तुम्हारा ऋणी रहूँगा.  परन्तु कोई भी जीव भय के कारण उस की सहायता करने को राजी नही  हुआ. 

  पुरस्कार के लोभ में आख़िरकार एक बगला तैयार हुआ. उसने बाघ के मुंह में अपनी लम्बी चौंच डाल कर अथक प्रयास के बाद बाघ के गले की  हड्डी को बाहर निकाल दिया. बाघ को बड़ी राहत मिली. बगले ने जब बाघ से अपना पुरस्कार माँगा तो बाघ आग बबूला होकर दांत पीसते हुए बोला- अरे मूर्ख! तूने बाघ के मुंह में अपनी चौंच डाल दी थी, उसे तू सुरक्षितरूप से बाहर निकाल सका, इसको अपना भाग्य न मान कर ऊपर से पुरस्कार मांग रहा है? यदि तुझे अपनी जान प्यारी है तो मेरे सामने से दूर हो जा, नहीं तो अभी तेरी गर्दन मरोड़ दूंगा.  यह सुनकर बगला स्तब्ध रह गया  और तत्काल वहां से चल दिया. इसी लिए कहते हैं कि- दुष्टों की साहयता करना भी  अच्छा नहीं.  
 

क्यों डराती है हमें पुलिस

KYON DARATI HAI HAME POLICE

ये भारत  वर्ष  हमारा है |

हम को  प्राणों  से प्यरा है| 

ये भारत वर्ष  हमारा है|

हम को प्राणों  से प्यारा  है|

है  हवा  मनोहर  डोल  रही |

बन में  है  कोयल  बोल रही|

बहती  सुगंध की धारा है | 

ये भारत  वर्ष  हमारा है |
ये भारत वर्ष  हमारा है|
हम को  प्राणों  से प्यरा है| 

ये भारत वर्ष  हमारा है|

हम को प्राणों  से प्यारा  है|
है यहाँ हिमालय  खड़ा  हुआ |
सन्तरी  सरीखा  अड़ा  हुआ|
गंगा  की  निर्मल   धरा है|
ये भारत  वर्ष  हमारा है,

ये भारत वर्ष  हमारा है|
हम को  प्राणों  से प्यरा है|

ये भारत वर्ष  हमारा है|
हम को  प्राणों  से प्यरा है|

               

                             हर्षित  सिंह  garewal

SANSAR

Sabse  pahale  meria  ghar  ka

Ande   jaise   tha  aakar 

Tabh  mein   yahei   samazhti  thi

Bas  itena  sa  he  hai sansar

                            Fir  maren   ghar  bana  ghosla 

                             Sukhe  tinko  se  tayyar

                              Tabh  mein  yahei  samazhti  thi

                              Bas  itena   sa  he  hai  sansar

Akhir   mein  jab    aasman  me

Udhi   dur  tak  phank    pasar

Tabhi  samaz    mein  meari  aaya

Bahut   bada  hai  yeh  sansar

BADAL

Kon  sindhu se jal  bhar lata

Umad-umad  jag  mein   barashta

Garmi  mein  din  thap-khap  hote

Agar  na nabh  mein  badal  hote

                         Kabhi  na  bijli  chamak  dhikate

                         Dunia  mein   kya damak  dhikate

                         Kabhi  na  bahate  jharne   sote

                         Agar na  nabh  mein   badal  hote

Moar  na  khus   ho  shor  macahte

Meindhak   kabhi  na   tar- tarate

Pyise  marte  chidya- tote

Agar   na  nabh   mein  badal  hote

                           Kabhi   na  hoatein   nadiya-naharien

                            Kabhi  na  hoatein  sunder   laharien

                            Kahen   nahate  khate   gote    

                            Agar  na  nabh  mein badal    hote

THE NOBLE SPIRIT

There was once a king in India, who wanted to build himself a palace that was more beautiful than any other palace in country. He decided that there should be a single column in the centre of the palace. This would support the entire building.

The king called his chief minister and said, “Send men to our forests, far and near. Tell them to cut down and bring to the city the biggest and strongest tree they can find.”

The minister sent out thirty foresters.

Soon the foresters returned. The leader of the group said, “There are many strong and gigantic trees in the kingdom. We cannot carry or drag them all the way to the city.”

“Very well,” said the king. “You must find a tree, just as big, in one of our parks. Bring it here within seven days.”

The foresters left and looked around. They saw a splendid SAL  tree that grew not far from the palace. The tree was unusually strong, large and beautiful. So the foresters decided that the king’s column must be made from this beautiful SAL tree. The people of many nearby villages worshipped the tree because within it lived a tree spirit. So, they would come with garlands, lamps and music to pray to the spirit that she must leave her tree, for within seven days it would be cut to the ground.

                The tree spirit understood what was going to happen. She remained quiet as a resting breeze for a few moments, and then all her leaves began to whisper. This was what the leaves were whispering to each other: “Sh- sh ! Our fall will crush all the little SAL trees that have sprung and thrive under our protection. For ourselves we do not care, but for the children’s snake, we wish the king had not ordered this….”

                As the whispering died away, the spirit within the tree thought, ‘This must not be allowed. I must visit the king and try to make him change his mind.’

That night, while the king was asleep, a shining figure appeared to him in a dream and spoke in a soft voice: “I am the spirit of the SAL tree, O king! Today I learned of your plan to cut me down. I have come to beg you to change your mind.”

“No, I cannot ,” answered the king. “Yours is the only tree in our park strong enough to support a palace. Therefore I must have it.”

                “O King!” said the spirit. “For a thousand years the people of many villages have worshipped me. The birds have their nests in me. Against my trunk, men take rest, glad of the cool shade.”

“True,” said the king, “all true enough, good SAL but I cannot spare you. I cannot change my mind.”

The tree spirit bowed her head and spoke. “Then, Mighty King, grant me one request. Please fell me in three parts. First, cut away the green part. Next cut my middle, with its hundred strong arms and hands. Last of all, cut down my trunk.”

“This is a strange request,” said the king. “I have never heard anyone who wished to suffer three times.”

                “ MY family has grown around me. Dozens SAL trees have sprung from me. They depend on me for shade. If you cut me with one mighty stroke, my weight would certainly crush all my children to death. But if I suffer the stroke three times and fall in the three pieces, some of the little ones may escape. Do you grant my prayer?”

“Yes I do,” said the king, as the tree spirit faded away.

                The next morning the king called the minister and his foresters. He told them that he had changed his mind. The column for the new palace  should be built of stone, not wood.

“I have changed my mind because a very noble spirit lives in the SAL tree,”

He said . Then he told them of his dream.   

PATRIOTISM ACT OF USA

After the dreaded incident of terrorism of 09/11 the American have introduced and implemented an act which called "(USA PATRIOT ACT) ACT OF 2001". This act was introduced by Americans to UNITING AND STRENGTHENING AMERICA BY PROVIDING APPROPRIATE TOOLS REQUIRED TO INTERCEPT AND OBSTRUCT TERRORISM. After 09/11 no single incident of terrorism took place in America due to following this act not only by American Government but by public also.The Government of India as well as Indian have soft corner against the terrorist. The result of this soft corner is before the public and Government.This is right time to wake up for Indians and fight against terrorist in true manner like Americans. This is a suggestion to India that the a PATRIOT ACT as in America may be introduced in India.

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