Ants

There was a small ant hill, small for humans, huge for ants for there were many ants that had never gone to all of its corners. It was a complete society of ants. There was each sort of ants here. Some ants were big, others were small. Some were intelligent, others dumb. Some were pretty, others were ugly. Some had gained much in their life, others had been mere spectators. Some had all the superior qualities, others none. The superior ones used to make fun of the inferior one, same as humans do.

One day, there was heavy rain and the hill broke. They were all drowning, big ants, small ants, rich ants, poor ants, intelligent ants, dumb ants, superior ants, inferior ants.

Knowledge

There was a boy. Other boys in the street used to take his toys. The boy often used to go to his father complaining about the same. His father one day suggested him to snatch the toys back from the street kids forcefully. The boy did so. Father was happy as he had solved the problem. Now no one in the surroundings dared to disturb him. Time passed and the boy became man. Father became old man. Man came to old man and asked him of money. Old man refused. But, man was a learned guy. He knew how to get one’s rights. Old had himself imparted the knowledge to him.

There is great saying, violence can’t do any good for anyone. If your country is fighting against any other nation, after the peace at the borders (after victory or defeat) it will fight amongst itself. Violence is like another habit, once cultivated is hard to get rid of.

On the same lines, a thought occurred to me. There is a comment that one usually gives, “He is not a bad guy as he is good for his dear ones”. Always be with the person, who is good for everyone. A gun that shoots in one direction can equally shoot in the other too.

love

Blessings can't be won, you have to beg for them.
Rights can't be begged, you have to fight for them.
Love can neither be won nor be begged, you have to wait for it.