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The Brutal Murder Story Of Osmania Student Leader George Reddy-Beginning

“When many a head will tumble down beneath your ruthless sword.. Those who watch will lose their cool and dread the fatal stroke.. But we will stand undeterred despite the threat you hold.. Others might crouch and cringe before your menacing pose.. Blow us if you like to shreds, we will be firm and bold.” – Bahadur Shah Zafar

Those were the favorite lines of this most powerful student leader of independent India, who was also a Physics research scholar par excellence and a rebel extraordinaire of his times.

However, the life of this maverick student leader was abruptly cut short when he was brutally stabbed thirty two times, all over his tender 25-year old body, by the ruthless goons belonging to the Akhil Bharatiya Vidya Parishad (ABVP) Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS) and the Jan Sangh (previous name of Bharateeya Janata Party – BJP) parties, forty four years ago, on this day of April 14, 1972.

This ghastly murder was committed in broad daylight – in the premises of the Osmania University College Of Engineering hostel one – in Hyderabad.

All the students, all the staff members and all the inmates, belonging to that famous Hostel one, remained watching with fear, that day – this brutal murder of the most admired and the most popular student of their university – from behind the windows of their rooms.

Even all the policemen on duty there, that day, remained unmoved in their positions, just because they were strictly instructed to remain so.

Everything on that most eventful day, in the history of Osmania University, went according to the scheming of the goons, ruling the Osmania University those days.

In that diabolic game of great betrayal played on that day, in which two of the innocent student leader’s personal friends were also involved, everyone, right from those who designed it and those who executed it, played their roles to perfection.

As a result..

This independent India’s greatest student leader..

The ever agile..

The ever brilliant..

The ever caring..

The ever energetic..

The ever friendly..

The ever loving..

The ever protective..

And..

The ever polemicist..

Physics research scholar..

Called George Reddy..

Was mercilessly knocked out from this world.

The Next Day After That Brutal Murder,

The beautiful Osmania University, which is always in the news for all the wrong reasons, just remained shell shocked and heart broken.. Every living being, residing in that campus, wept inconsolably.

All the colleges and all the student hostels in the widely spread campus were immediately closed down.. All the ongoing exams were indefinitely postponed.

Students were forcibly shunted out of the campus.. Police barricades were put up at each and every strategic point of the university.. The Police did everything they could, that day, to restore peace in the campus.

But surprisingly, they did all that they should have done much before the murder of George Reddy.. PERIOD

Indefinite curfew was clamped in the entire campus and in almost all the major areas of the 400 – year old Hyderabad city.. Life everywhere in the city came to a sudden standstill.. Police literally took over each and every inch of space in Hyderabad.

Still unsure about the grave situation in his capital city, the then Chief Minister of Andhra Pradesh, P V Narasimha Rao, placed an immediate order for para military troops to march into Hyderabad.. And in no time the troops too have entered the city.

Life to say the least was gruesome.. Fear was gripping the whole city of Hyderabad.. Except the special bulletins from the Radio sets, that were reporting the murder of George Reddy, no other sound was audible from any corner of the city.

People were even afraid to breath loudly.. All the schools, all the colleges, all the state and central government offices, all the shops and establishments were asked to shut down until further notice.

People were warned not to enter the roads.. Heavy para military trucks started roaming all around the city.. There was an uneasy silence in Hyderabad that day.. All the five elements of Nature too went into a shocking silence after witnessing the gruesome murder of their most favorite child.

However and however indeed, none of these stringent measures nor strict orders from the police could prevent the students and die hard followers of George Reddy taking on to streets that day..

They just came out running with anger, with pain, with agony, with tears, with their hearts broken and with their immense love for their beloved leader, George Reddy – who lighted the lamp of wisdom in their lives.

On That Eventful Day,

More than six thousand fully agitated students walked through the streets of Hyderabad, raising slogans “George Reddy Amar Rahe” “Long Live George Reddy”, and marched in a procession, carrying on their shoulders the fully wounded dead body of George Reddy towards the Narayan Guda cemetery, that is there just adjacent to the New Science College.

The streets of Hyderabad were full of agitated students that day.. The entire atmosphere in the historic city was volatile.. Unstoppable violence broke down suddenly at many places.. Normal life in the city was paralyzed.. In a few minutes, the situation went completely out of control.

Students, who were going in a rally with the dead body of their dynamic leader, George Reddy couldn’t control their anger while they were passing through the “Keshava Nilayam” building, located in the Barkatpura area of Hyderabad..

This building, right from those days until today, is the nucleus of all the Sangh parivar activities in Hyderabad..

Since all those students, carrying George Reddy’s body, know well that it were Lakhan Singh, Surdas Reddy and Narayan Das – the frontline activists belonging to the RSS and Congress – that killed George Reddy, they turned violent looking at that RSS office building, on their way, and pelted stones at it, raising slogans against those goons.

Police swung into immediate action and brought the entire situation under quick control.. After that, in about an hour, the procession reached the Narayan Guda Cemetery where George Reddy’s last rites were performed by his family members.

In a few hours of time, the intrepid voice – that audaciously questioned every misdeed and every act of brutal injustice committed by those unscrupulous forces hanging around the Osmania University those days – went suddenly silent forever.

The daring hands that would have rocked the whole world were confined to a coffin box.. A lamp that would have burned eternally, showing light to all those groping in darkness of ignorance, was put off mercilessly by those powerful winds of a diabolic nature.

All in all, the mortal remains of a great student leader, George Reddy, who could have been the face of India today, were tragically laid to rest forever..

What remained today are George Reddy’s painful memories and his blurred photographs in a monochrome tone.

Thereafter,

Life was never easy for many of George Reddy’s friends as he had, without any notice, departed from their lives.. Many friends could not handle that trauma, caused by a sudden separation from the most beloved part of their life.

Many could not even come to terms with life again for a longtime.. An emotional example of this traumatic condition is a lady by name, Mala Mirchandani.

Mala was a member of George Reddy’s friends group, in the Arts College of Osmania University, and a big admirer of this great student leader.. She could not – even after forty four years of his death – accept the truth that George Reddy is not any more among us today.

At the age of about sixty five years toady, Mala Mirchandani, who is now more popularly known as the aristocratic Ms.Mala Pasha, still frequently visits the Narayan Guda Cemetery, where George was laid to rest, and lights a few candles there at his memorial.

Similar is the condition of many of George Reddy’s friends, wherever and in whichever part of the world they are all living today.. This is the powerful impact George Reddy still has on the minds of all those who had closely moved with him during his brief academic stint at the Osmania University.

Here’a One Important Incident

That tells about the influence of George Reddy on the lives of his friends..

One day, several years after George Reddy had departed from this world, Cyril Reddy – George Reddy’s younger brother – was passing through a busy street in Hyderabad..

He suddenly saw George Reddy’s close friend, Dr.Marri Vijay Arjun Patel, standing in a city bus stop and waiting for a bus.

Since it is always a pleasure for anyone to greet old friends, more so if he’s someone close to a deceased family member, Cyril Reddy too stopped his car midway and went rushing to that bus stop, to greet Dr.Vijay.

After some initial discussions, Cyril asked Dr. Vijay, “Annaa.. As I heard from many of our old friends, you are a reputed doctor.. So you must be earning well.. Then how is that you are standing with so many ordinary people, in a bus stop, and waiting for a bus.. ??.. Don’t you have a car..??.. “.

Bringing tears to Cyril’s eyes, this was what the illustrious yet simple Dr. Vijay Arjun Patel had said,

“Cyril.. Am a close friend of George.. Even today, after so many years of his death, the powerful impact George had imprinted on my mind and my life is indelible.. While I was a student at the Osmania Medical College, I gave George a word that I would forever lead a Doctor’s life full of simplicity, far away from corruption..

I will have to keep up that word, Cyril, as long as am alive.. Not because it’s a word I have given to the most influential person I have ever met in my life but because it’s a word I have given to the greatest human being I would never be meeting again in my ten more lives to come.

My father has a car and my children will buy a car when they can afford one.. Therefore, there’s no need for me, Cyril, to change my life nor my outlook towards it..”.. PERIOD

Later, as fate would have it, Dr.Vijay Arjun Patel, left this world and went in search of his beloved friend, George Reddy, to that undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler had ever returned..

May the young, brave and the noble departed soul of George Reddy – the Great – Rest In Peace.. AMEN

But Why In The First Case Was George Reddy Killed..???

The Ever Smiling George Reddy While Studying At The Nizam College, Hyderabad

Because..

If alive today.. George Reddy wouldn’t have allowed any one of those anti social elements, who played with the lives of a number of students of the Osmania University in those days, to live and see this day in their lives..

If alive today.. George Reddy would have been a strong 68 – year old man and would also have been the most brilliant among all the brilliant most scientists of India and the greatest among all the greatest Indian leaders.

If alive today.. George Reddy, for sure, would also have been one more Nobel Laureate from India..

If alive today.. George Reddy would have by now made India a super power and a corruption free nation.

If alive today.. George Reddy would have eliminated all the vandals and hooligans from this country and wouldn’t have allowed Pakistan come this threateningly close to India..

If alive today.. George Reddy wouldn’t have even allowed the Jihadi and other Islamic terrorist groups enter India.

If alive today.. George Reddy would would have provided enough protection to all the women and children of India and would have made them walk free at at any time of the night anywhere in our country.

If alive today.. George Reddy would have had more followers than what Narendra Modi has.

If alive today.. George Reddy wouldn’t have allowed exploitation in the name of caste, creed, religion and sects.

Fortunately for themselves and unfortunately for George Reddy, the ones who killed George Reddy could foresee almost all the above mentioned achievements of George Reddy, much in advance.

Most importantly, they also saw George Reddy as a potential threat to their supremacy in campus those days; to their existence in the society in their tomorrow; and to their dreams and aspirations in their future.

They didn’t want to take any chances with the great future they were all dreaming about.. Hence, they discussed their strategies with a few elders who were supporting them for various reasons, those days.

The elders nodded their heads and cleared the ground and kept it convenient for their boys to play the game of death with George Reddy.. Everyone, from centre to the periphery, was either purchased or threatened by these elders.

Finally, the game of death was played to a full house and George Reddy, whom the whole world would have known and appreciated today, was defeated in that unlawfully played game of death on the evening of 14th April 1972, quite coincidentally on the birthday of another great leader of masses, Dr. B. R. Ambedkar… PAUSE

Be Careful Bro, Life Is Uncertain And Death Is So Very Near

Most of the pleasant or unpleasant things that happen in our life happen during the most unexpected times or during the most unwanted circumstances..

These things, more often than not, force us to believe, “there is a some Supreme Power controlling our lives and actions and there is little that we can do during such happenings”..

In a way there are many mysteries occurring in the human world that are beyond human comprehension..

I was a standing witness to one such unfortunate incident that took place in My life wherein the executioners of death mercilessly implemented their MASTER’s orders right in front of my eyes..

Before I could realize what was happening and before I could even do something to prevent that, a middle aged man whom I have not seen in My life before..

DIED IN MY HANDS…

All the while during that painful drama, I could only remain a mute hapless spectator.. That incident later changed the way I was so far looking at life.. That death filled look, those tear filled eyes and that painful final surrender to destiny in the last moments of his life will haunt me forever for a life beyond life…

All in all, the whole traumatic episode was over in about thirty minutes of time..

But how it all happened..??

It was some time during the month of December ,2009 and it was just about a week before Christmas.. It was a breezy week day for everyone and was a lazy morning for Me..

It was only the previous night I returned from a week long hectic trip to Delhi.. Got up late bcoz the effect of the late night beer was still on Me and I was actually in no mood to do any sort of work that day.

Normally, I begin My day with the reading of all the four news papers I subscribe to.. Those are the most passionate moments of My day and I enjoy doing that sipping a cup of piping hot coffee..

On that eventful day too…

I was very casually going through the most passionate moments of My day -reading all the daily newspapers (Eenadu and Saakshi(Telugu) Deccan Chronicle and Times Of India).. As there were no big plans for the day I was all the more relaxing, waiting for another round of hot coffee from wifey..

Then I suddenly realized that I did not switch on my mobile.. Lazily got up and switched on My mobile…Lo…I Was shocked to receive about twenty missed call alerts, all from a beloved friend..

Why did he call Me so many times, that too before nine in the morning..??.. I scratched my head.. After going through all the messages,I could finally find one message that provided all the necessary answers to My confusing questions..

The first part of that message was filled with filthy, unmentionable, unprintable unparliamentary language cursing Me for keeping the mobile switched off till 9 AM in the morning and the last part contained the actual content meant for Me..

Here’s the summary of the message..

There is an emergency meeting at 11 AM at The Taj Banjara Hotel, Hyderabad, with some big clients from Mumbai.. It was regarding an ad campaign.. Phak.. There is no time and Am still in My shorts and still in romance with all the news papers..

What to do..?? Looked at the wall clock..

9:12 AM..

I quickly finished off all My morning works : grubbed a few Idlies(Am sorry -dozen idlies in My view are only a few); rapidly gulped a hot Ginger tea and raced out zooming in My car.. I know there is no much time left.

I looked at My watch.

10 : 07 AM

I still need about sixty minutes to reach the hotel and by the time I reach it ; it will be 11.15 AM approximately.. I Will be late to the meeting by about fifteen minutes.. What to do.. Certain things are not in our hands.. I convinced Myself..

By the way..

Driving through the beautiful by-lanes of My more beautiful Tarnaka area has always been a beautiful experience for Me..Not because the lanes are filled with trees on both the sides ; also not because the colony is filled with beautiful houses..

But because of the most beautiful ladies walking through the lanes of the colony for most part of the day.. With a density of around hundred beautiful ladies per square kilometer My Tarnaka area in Hyderbad will occupy the top slot in India if the density of beautiful ladies population is measured..

Something worth cheering about.. Seriously !!!

But at that time

I was not aware that I actually have a lot of time with Me and that I will never be meeting those big clients in Taj Banjara hotel that day and will never bag that advertisement contract from them forever.

I was also not aware that God was actually pushing Me out of My house on some other important duty..

What a stupid I am..

If only a man can be aware of all such things about his future, why would he look to God for help and guidance.. Period.

With so many irrelevant and unnecessary thoughts racing through My mind I have slowly reached the Tarnaka fly over traffic signal post..

Just before reaching the signals, I saw a hefty looking middle aged man of about fifty five years of age, riding a Hero Honda bike, going in front of My car.. The distance between two of our vehicles was about five feet.. The traffic at that time was slowing down as we  were all approaching the traffic signal post..

The traffic signal turned RED and all the vehicles have come to an abrupt stop..I want to take a left turn which is a free turn for me and enter the Osmania University campus road..

But I was blocked by a few vehicles in front of Me.. Left with nothing much to do, I have completely stopped My car, waiting for clearance to take My proposed left turn.. With both My hands rest on the steering, I was casually watching the traffic that was moving ahead of Me..

Since there was enough room for him, I could see the Hero Honda bike carrying that dark, hefty looking middle aged man wade through those cars stopped in front of Me.. It’s normal in India and we very often see many two wheeler bikes piercing through such thick traffic and going away in similar fashion..

Same thing happened that time too, as I saw that hefty middle aged man passing through those fleet of cars and city buses..After about two minutes of intense waiting I too got clearance to turn into the left side Osmania University road..

I turned My car completely into that road and was immediately forced to halt as there was a small group of people gathered in the middle of the road blocking it partially.

What happened.. I have no time to find out.. I know I have to rush or else I will miss a crucial meeting..So I have created room for Myself and tried to pass through that gathering..

While doing so,I casually turned My head and tried to see what was happening there in the middle of that road..

Shock..

I was shocked to find that hefty middle aged man, who was going ahead of Me on his Hero Honda bike just a few minutes ago, lying unconscious on the road.. I was anxious and wanted to know what happened to that poor man..

But there is no time.. I can’t stop.. There is a crucial meeting with some big names and a valuable contract for Me… And here is this man ,I have seen only a few minutes ago, lying on the road..

What happened to him so suddenly..?? He may need some help.. To stop or to go.. I was confused.. More than the curiosity it was My anxiety that was not allowing Me to move forward.. My mind was like a diesel loco shed that time.. A real devil and the deep sea situation..

With so many vacillating thoughts, I just went ahead a few paces further and stopped My car near the footpath and turned back to see what was happening there in the middle of the road..

That middle aged man was still lying in the middle of the road and there were a few people gathered around him watching him in curiosity..Most of the people that gathered there were Osmania University students and a few curious onlookers..

Without doing anything, they were all just looking at the middle aged man lying helplessly in front of them… If I have to be brutally frank, they were watching a drama..

I know there is no much time ; not for my meeting but for that middle aged man lying alone on the road.. Poor fella.. He too must be having a family.. He too must have someone waiting for him..

I immediately got out of the car..Now there is no meeting nor any ad contract at the back of my mind.. I Just went running to that unconscious middle aged man..

I got down on My knees and checked his breathing.. Thanks be to God, that was all right.. For a moment I thought it was an epilepsy attack.. Asked a student to bring the water bottle from my car.. Sprinkled water on the middle aged man’s face..

No response..

Everyone there thought I am a doctor so were lending all the needed support to Me.. A couple of traffic policemen too joined me in My rescue act.. But there is no response from that man..

I didn’t want to waste any time and searched for his mobile phone with an intention to call his family members first.. I found it tied to his waist… Pulled it out and called the last number dialed..

Luckily that went to his daughter who stays nearby.. Informed her about her dad’s condition and asked her to come immediately..

Exactly, at that point of time that middle aged man slowly opened his eyes.. Looked around and looked at Me.. He tried to get up but could not.

We helped him get up and stand on his feet.. After finding him better, I asked him in My native Telugu language. “What happened gentleman..?? Are you alright..??”

He tried to smile at Me but could not do so owing to some uneasiness.. I gave him some water to drink.. Now am happy that he regained conscience..

Then he told me..”..I don’t know what happened.. I felt some dizziness in My head and slipped off the bike..”..Everyone was listening to him silently..

Then I asked him..”May I know who you are.. What you do..??.. Does this happen often to you.. Sorry for asking.. Are you an epilepsy patient..??..”..

Again trying to smile and feeling guilty for such a pitiful situation in his life, he replied.. “No..I don’t have any problem..Am Daniel Dharma Raj, working as a sub-editor in Saakshi news paper (Telugu paper I read with lot of passion).. I am feeling some uneasiness in My heart.. And..I…I..I..”‘..

He was trying to say some thing..

Trying to recollect something.. Then I saw a lot of agony in his eyes.. Lot of pain.. He was looking deep into My eyes.. I too was doing the same.. This time I found some tears deep inside his eyes..

But his eyes were seeing somewhere.. Was he seeing something about his future that is normally not visible to human beings..

Just a few moments before their death, I believe, every living being is granted some powers by God to foresee the happenings of future.. Was this middle aged man too seeing something about future.. ??

Something about his family of parents or about his daughters..?? Then why those tears in his eyes..?? I know they are not due to any uneasiness in him but were due to that emotional pain he was undergoing at that time..

All in all, that middle aged man was slowly sliding down again.. I tried to hold him tightly with both my hands.. Tried to prevent a fall.. The policemen and students were also helping me..

We could only prevent him from falling on to the road but could not prevent him from going back into an unconscious state again… I was holding him tightly.. He was lying unconscious in My hands.. What to do..??..

I looked around at everyone.. Thinking that I am a doctor they were all looking at Me expecting Me to take the initiative.. I asked a policeman to call for an ambulance.. He called and got the reply that no ambulance is available for another one hour…

“..What to do..?..What to do..??..What to doooo…????”.. Am going crazy.. No chance.. I need to take a decision.. So many thoughts were knocking Me by putting forth several options before Me but I was still unable to decide..

The middle aged man was still unconscious in My hands.. The strength of curious onlookers was growing.. It’s almost five to eight minutes since he had his first fall..

NOW..

In My wavering between decision and indecision another two precious minutes of his life were lost.. I did not want to waste any more time.. Then I took a decision..

Asking the policemen and a couple of students to lift that hefty man and keep him ready, I rushed to My car and reversed it back by about thirty feet and brought it to the spot..

The entire traffic on the busy university road was stopped by the Police to allow Me to reverse My car to the spot.. All the people in that blocked traffic too were kind enough to cooperate with Me till I shifted the middle aged man into the back seat of My car..

Later I asked a student and a policeman to accompany Me to the hospital.. They sat in My car and I raced it into the nearby RTC hospital premises in two more minutes..

It took another couple of minutes for the staff to arrive and for a Cardiologist to check the middle aged man.. The cardiologist, at that time, was attending to another emergency case, but I ran to him and requested him to attend to that middle aged man first..

He obliged.. Walking along with him in the corridors, I explained everything to him…

He came hurriedly to My car ; Started performing some examinations.. During that time I saw a middle aged lady and a girl coming running towards My car.. I thought “They must be this middle aged man’s wife and daughter..”..

In the mean time, the Cardiologist finished his examination and turned towards Me.. I was eagerly waiting to listen to his observations.. “..You brought him dead..” was what he said..

The man’s wife and daughter reached My car exactly at that time and heard what the cardiologist had said.. I was already in a deep shock so could not notice their reaction.. But I understood they were speechless..

The middle aged man’s daughter was the first one to react.. She wept very loudly looking at her Dad’s dead body who was alive and spoke to her a just a few minutes ago.. Though shocked, his wife quickly came to terms with the situation and asked the Cardiologist..

“..What do you think is the cause of death doctor..”….

“Massive and sudden heart attack..”, came the reply from the doctor..

She then asked.. “Are you sure he is dead..”..

“Of course he is dead and he is brought dead.. Any person who gets such a massive cardiac attack will not survive for more than a few minutes.. But you can go for a second opinion if you so feel..” replied the Cardiologist..

The middle aged man was still in the back seat of My car..

His wife looked at Me.. She was in tears but they were not noticeable as she too was wearing spectacles.. I understood.. Then we together took him to their ESI hospital where they have a family doctor.. But he was not there that time.

Then we decided to take him to Yashoda hospital in Secunderabad.. After going for about a mile, she told Me that there will be a lot of traffic in that route and advised Me to go to The Kamineni Wockhardt heart hospital in LB Nagar.

I took a U turn and rushed to Kamineni hospital that is about ten miles from Tarnaka..We went there..Since that was a corporate hospital the attention was very prompt..

The medical staff took the middle aged man into the ICCU (Intensive Coronary Care Unit) immediately.. Specialists rushed in.. They started conducting all the tests.. I was observing everything from outside..

Since am not a family member I was not allowed inside the ICCU and only his wife was allowed.. I was waiting outside.. A few more of the middle aged man’s anxious family members too rushed into the hospital and joined Me outside the ICCU..

I was not interested in talking to anyone of them.. After a few more minutes, removing the clinical gloves off their hands, the doctors came out..

Finally with tears in her eyes, the wife of that middle aged man too came out.. The daughters and other relatives rushed to her.. Don’t know what she said; they all broke into tears.. From a distance though, I could still sense the feelings of that poor middle aged man’s wife.. Her tears gave me the answer..

I looked around at the gloomy hospital atmosphere.. Looked at the medical staff who were very mechanically attending to their duties..

“For us it is life, for them it’s just a duty.”..I told myself.. Later, still don’t know why, I looked at My hands for a few seconds..

After observing them silently for a few more minutes, I have very philosophically told myself ..”As a fellow human being I did all that you can..My job is now over..I may go”..

But, once finally, I wanted to see that middle aged man.. I slowly moved towards the ICCU glass door.. Looked inside..

The dark bespectacled hefty middle aged man, Daniel Dharma Raj, the sub editor of My favorite news paper SAAKSHI, was lying dead on a bed inside the ICCU..

In complete thoughtlessness and in a poignant state of mind, I stared at him for a few minutes.. His closed eyes hidden behind those spectacles told Me..

“Be careful bro.. Life is uncertain and death is so very near…”

Staring at those eyes I stayed there for a few more minutes.. Silently offered My prayers to the Invisible and paid homage to that departed soul..

Later, with a very heavy heart, slowly turned back and started walking towards My car..In between, paused for a few seconds and looked at the bereaved family members.. No one noticed Me as the entire family was busy consoling each other..

I did not want to disturb them.. Slowly moved and continued My walking towards the car.. Were there tears in My eyes.. ??.. May be there were..!!

As I was about to get into My car, the middle aged man’s wife and his daughter came to me and offered their sincere thanks.. With folded hands, I very politely told them..”..I did all that I can but I  couldn’t save his life.. Anyways, no need to thank Me for that.. I only did My duty “..

Then the middle aged man’s wife requested Me to attend the last rites the next day in their Sitaphalmandi TRT quarters residence.. I know My role and My relationship with that family ended there, that moment, in that hospital.. But I still nodded My head..

After taking leave from them I returned home quietly.. After that incident, I have not seen anyone of them so far and may never be seeing them again in My life..

Conclusion

After that traumatic episode, there were several unanswered questions in My mind.. Who is that middle aged man and what is the relationship between two of us..??.. We have not seen each other so far in this life..

Then what was that previous life’s strong relationship between two of us that made him breathe his last in My hands..??.. I pretty well know that behind every act of God there will be a strong purpose.. Then what is the purpose behind this act..??..

Why is that man destined to die in My hands..??.. How is the timing of our meeting be so accurate..??.. Is God trying to convey something to Me..??

Or is it already conveyed through the dead eyes of that hefty middle aged man when I found them saying “..Be careful bro ,Life is uncertain and death is so very near..”

Who knows..???

A few years ago,

• There was a cab driver who always had all the patience in the world.. One day, he arrived at a building in the middle of a full moon night for a pick up. The place was dark except for just one single light in a window of the ground floor house.
  Under such conditions, many chauffeurs would just give one or two honks, might even wait for a minute, and then drive away. But this driver had seen many needy people who totally depend on cabs as the only means of transport.
  Except a situation sensed of danger, he always would go to the door. The passenger could be somebody who needs his assistance, is the reasoning he gives to himself. So he went to the door and then knocked.
  An elderly voice answered “Just a minute,”.. He could get the sound of something being pulled across the flooring. After a lengthy pause, the entrance door opened.
  It was a very small woman about 80 years or older. She was in a printed dress and a pill-box hat with a small veil tucked on it, like a superstar out of 1940s movies.
  Beside her was a tiny nylon baggage.. The flat looked as if nobody lived in it for almost a year. All the tables and chairs were covered with white sheets. The walls had no clocks, nor it had any utensils or knickknacks on the counters. In a corner there was a wooden box packed with glassware and photos.
  “Would you move my baggage to the car?” the old lady asked. He took the luggage to the taxi, and then returned to help the woman. This old lady took his arm and they walked slowly towards the cab.
  She kept thanking him for his kindness.. “It’s nothing,” he replied to her and said – He just tries to treat his customers the way he would want his mother be treated.
  “Oh, you are such a nice boy,” the old lady replied.
  When they got in the taxi, she gave him an address, and asked, “Could he drive through down-town?”
  He replied- “It’s not the shortest way,” .. For which she replied “Oh, I actually don’t mind,”.. She was in no hurry and was only travelling to the hospital.
  When he looked into her eyes through the rear view mirror, those were glistening.. Then she continued saying- “I don’t have family,” and “the doctors say I do not have much left.”
  The driver quietly stretched and switched off the meter and asked what route he should take?.. And for about two hours, they drove over the city. The old lady showed him the office where she once was employed as an elevator worker.
  They drove through neighborhood where this old lady and her spouse had lived back then when they were just marrieds. The cab was then stopped in front of a furniture storeroom which was once a ballroom where this old lady performed dancing when she was a little girl.
  
  Sometimes she would ask the driver to slow down or stop in front of some specific building or road bends and would gaze into the dark, without saying anything.. As the sky started to turn lighter and bright, the old lady suddenly asked the drive to drop her at the address that was already shared and said she is tired and wants to go.
  Without any hesitation, the driver turned his car in silence towards the address.. It was quite a very low building, just like a small renovating home, and had a drive way that went under a porch. Two orderlies reached to the cab immediately when the car was stopped.
  They were considerate and intent and were watching the old lady’s every move..May be they were expecting her. Anyway the driver opened the trunk of the cab and pulled out the small suitcase of the old lady’s to the door.
  By then the woman was seated in a wheel chair.. She asked the driver -“How much do I owe you?” and reached to her purse.. He said “Nothing,” for which she answered – “You have to make a living,”
  And he replied – “There are other passengers for that.”..  Almost without any further thought, he bent and offered her a nice hug. For which she held onto him tightly and said – “You gave me some memorable moment of joy that I earned for a long time,”
  “Thank you.” He replied.. He embraced her hands, and then made his way into the dim-morning light.
  Behind him, a door was shut.
  And for him it sounded like the closing of a life.
  And for that day he did not pick up any passengers.
  Instead he drove pointlessly as he was lost in the thoughts of the night drive. He could hardly talk for the rest of the day. All that was in his mind was- What if the old woman had got an annoyed driver, or someone who was intolerant and was in a hurry to end the shift?
  Or What if he had declined to take the drive as per the old ladies choice, or had beeped once at the apartment and just drove away? On a very quick review, he doesn’t think there is anything more than leading a happy and peaceful life.
  The contentment he felt on that day cannot be compensated with anything else. That ride of the lady would be the last one wherein she relived each moment of her life as and when she passed by those memorable places.. PERIOD

Moral of the story

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  Don’t think that your life will always revolve around good moments. So live the moments happily now which will help you to create memories for a lifetime. Be ready to help someone, especially someone for whom your help means like a gift. The moments the old lady lived cannot be recreated again if the driver had ignored to take the cab through the down town.
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• Real and Inspiring moral stories-Story of appreciation
•  **Story of Appreciation**
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• One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
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• He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
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• The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research,
• Never had a year when he did not score.
• The director asked,
• "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?"
• The youth answered "none".
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• The director asked,
• " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"
• The youth answered,
• "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees.
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• The director asked,
• " Where did your mother work?"
• The youth answered,
• "My mother worked as clothes cleaner.
• The director requested the youth to show his hands.
• The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.
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• The director asked,
• " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"
• The youth answered,
• "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books.
• Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me.
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• The director said,
• "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.*
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• The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid.
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• The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
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• This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.
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• After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.
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• That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.
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• Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.
• The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked:
• " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"
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• The youth answered,
• " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes'
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• The Director asked,
• " please tell me your feelings."
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• The youth said,
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• I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today.
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• By working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
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• I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.
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• The director said,
• " This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
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• Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.
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• A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality"and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts.
• When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others.
• For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement.
• He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*
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• You can let your kid live in a big house, give him a Driver & Car for going around, Eat a Good Meal, learn Piano, Watch a Big Screen TV. But when you are Cutting Grass, please let them experience it. After a Meal, let them Wash their Plates and Bowls together with their Brothers and Sisters. Tell them to Travel in Public Bus, It is not because you do not have Money for Car or to Hire a Maid, but it is because you want to Love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will Grow Grey, same as the Mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

Heart touching Love Story: 

అనిరుధ్ చిరుద్యోగి.. అతను వాసంతితో ప్రేమలో పడతాడు.. 
ఇద్దరు చాలా గాఢంగా ప్రేమించుకుంటారు.. అనిరుధ్ తనకున్నంతలో చాలా బహుమతులు కూడా ఇస్తుంటాడు.. ఒకరోజు వాసంతి అనిరుధ్ తో రేపటి నుండి నన్నుచూడడం వీలవదు నేను అమెరికాకు వెళ్తున్నాను బై .. ఫోన్ చేసి చెప్పి స్విచ్ ఆఫ్ చేసేస్తుంది.. అప్పటి నుండి ఎన్ని సార్లు ఫోన్ చేసినా ఫోన్ పనిచేయదు.. 

అనిరుధ్ చాలా రోజులు బాధపడి తను కేవలం చిన్న ఉద్యోగి కాబట్టి వాసంతి తనను అలా వదిలేసిందని భావించి చాలా కష్టపడి కొన్ని సంవత్సరాలలో తనదైన వ్యాపారాన్ని ప్రారంభించి మంచి స్థితికి ఎదుగుతాడు.. 

ఇప్పుడు తనకు ఇల్లు, కారు, మంచి బ్యాంకు బ్యాలన్సు వస్తుంది.. 
ఈ సమయంలో తన ప్రేమను మరొక్కసారి చెబుదామని అనిరుధ్ మరల తన ఊరికి ప్రయాణమవుతాడు.. ఊరికి తన స్వంత కారులోనే వస్తాడు.. 
ఊరి ప్రారంభంలో ఒక జంట అతనికి తారసపడతారు.. 
చాలా దూరంనుండే అనిరుధ్ గుర్తు పడతాడు వారు వాసంతి అమ్మనాన్నలని.. వారు వర్షంలో వెళ్తూ గొడుగుక్రింద చాలా బాధగా ఉన్నట్లనిపిస్తుంది.. అక్కడికి దగ్గరలో స్మశానం తప్ప వేరేదేమీ లేదు... అందుకే వారు ఎక్కడికి వెళ్తున్నారు ఏమైంది!!! అనే ఆసక్తితో చూస్తూ ఉన్నాడు అనిరుధ్.. వారు స్మశానంలోని ఒక సమాధి దగ్గర ఆగిపోయి రోదించడం గమనిస్తాడు..
చూస్తే అక్కడ తన వాసంతి .. చిరునవ్వులు చిందిస్తున్న ఫోటో.. ముందు రెం

డు దీపాలు కనపడతాయి.. అంటే తన వాసంతి చనిపోయిందా.. 
ఒక్క సారిగా భూమి క్రుంగి పోయినట్లనిపించింది అనిరుధ్ కి.. కళ్ళు ఒక్కసారిగా నీటితో నిండి పోయి ఏమీ కనిపించలేదు.. వాసంతి తల్లి తండ్రులు అనిరుధ్ ని గమనించి దగ్గరకు వచ్చి అప్యాయంగా నిమురుతారు.. అనిరుధ్ అంకుల్ ఏమయింది వాసంతికి అని అడుగుతాడు.. వాసంతి అమెరికా వెళ్ళలేదా అని అడుగుతాడు.. బాబూ!! వాసంతి అమెరికా వెళ్ళలేదు.. నీకు ఫోన్ చేసిన రోజు వాసంతి చివరి రోజు.. తను చాలా రోజుల నుండి కేన్సర్ తో బాధ పడుతుంది.. నీవు ఉన్న స్థితి నుండి ఎదగాలని... తనను పూర్తిగా మరచి పోవాలని అలా అబద్ధం చెప్పింది.. "తనను క్షమించు.." అని చెబుతారు.. 

Heart touching Telugu love stories Quotes

తనను ఇంతగా ప్రేమించిన వాసంతిని తప్పుగా భావించాడని అర్థమయింది అనిరుధ్ కు.. ప్రేమ ఎప్పుడూ త్యాగాన్నే కోరుతుందనుకున్నాడు.....

తాను త్యాగం చేసాననుకున్నాడు కానీ నిజంగా త్యాగం చేసింది వాసంతినే నని... తనకు ఇప్పుడున్న బంగారు భవిష్యత్ కు మూలకారణం వాసంతియేనని అర్థం చేసుకోవడానికి ఎంతో సేపు పట్టలేదు అనిరుథ్ కు... మన అనుకునేవారు దూరమయితే పడే బాధ ఎంతో ఎక్కువ.. కానీ ఆ దూరం ఎందుకు ఏర్పడిందో తెలుసుకోగలిగితే జీవితంలోని చాలా బాధలు మన దరికి చేరవు..