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    Mega Stories Collection for Children: Illustrated Stories of Morals, Adventure and History
    Mega Stories Collection for Children: Illustrated Stories of Morals, Adventure and History
    Mega Stories Collection for Children: Illustrated Stories of Morals, Adventure and History
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    Mega Stories Collection for Children: Illustrated Stories of Morals, Adventure and History

    By Ram Das

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    It becomes a great problems for parents and particularly grand parents to tell stories to their young ones. Children feign interest in reading stories due to the heavy invasion of the Television and internet in our daily lives nowadays. This book is aimed at addressing both said issues. This book contains 49 Categorized stories, from educational to adventure to history. These stories teach children moral values and impart codes of conduct. They are also aimed at inspiring children to develop wit, courage, bravery, love and spirit of sacrifice. Here's wishing the readers a great one.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWinchester Publications
    Release dateSep 14, 2018
    ISBN9781386962724
    Mega Stories Collection for Children: Illustrated Stories of Morals, Adventure and History

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      Mega Stories Collection for Children - Ram Das

      The Garden

      Shastriji got up and opened the front door. He stepped into his garden and went to his favorite spot-a tiny nursery in one corner of the garden, and stopped in his tracks. There was not a single plant there. The little patch had been filled with dahlias of every colour and size till last night, but now it was completely bare. All that remained was a bald patch of loose rubble.

      Shastriji sat down on his haunches, his head in his hands, staring blankly at the mess. Somebody had yanked the plants out of the soil. Who could it be?

      Shiv Shankar Shastri was a retired schoolteacher, who lived alone in a small house on the edge of Ambedkar Colony, situated on the outskirts of Hyderabad. His wife had died three years ago and they had no children.

      Shiv Shankar Shastri had only two interests in life-teaching and gardening. After retirement his teaching became limited but his gardening had increased. He still taught the neighbourhood children at the request of the residents of the colony. He refused to accept any money. I teach for pleasure and not for money, he would say with a smile. Sometimes when he came across a rare plant in a magazine or newspaper article, he would make a request.

      Amandeep, your father keeps going to Chennai Can you please ask him to get this plant for me? Shastriji would spell out some unpronounceable name adding, It is not available in Hyderabad. On most occasions the students or rather their parents, would oblige him. After all, this was the only guru dakshina he took.

      If gardening had earlier been Shastriji’s passion, after retirement, it became his obsession. The entire day he would keep pottering in his garden. He treated his plants as his children. He would look after them with affection and care. He would go around the garden talking and even singing to them!

      Plants respond to music, he would tell his students. A couple of years ago I started growing tomatoes in a pot. Whenever Bismillah Khan’s shehnai was played on the radio, I would sit with a tomato pot in front of the radio. The result was a yield of 7 kg of tomatoes from a single plant, he would proudly explain to them.

      Though he did not play favourites, he loved his dahlias and Chrysanthemums a wee bit more than the rest of his flora. The Youth Club of Ambedkar Colony organized a Horticulture Competition every year. For the last three years Shastriji had been bagging the first prize in the ‘Dahlia and Chrysanthemum’ category. This year’s competition was only two weeks away, and it was now certain that he would not be able to even participate.

      He looked at the two rows of Chrysanthemums. Thank God! The Scoundrel had left them intact.

      The whole day he kept moping. He cancelled even his classes for the day. He felt as if someone close to him had died. That night he could not sleep. He kept tossing and turning and finally drifted into a fitful sleep.

      He woke up with a start and looked around. He got up and gently pulled aside the window curtain. The first pale streaks of light had just appeared on the horizon. As his eyes got used to the light, he saw a young boy ‘climbing over the front gate and entering his garden Shastriji picked up his shawl and unlocking the back 'door, tiptoed out of the house; He walked around the house and slowly poked his head out The boy had bent down and was pulling out the Chrysanthemums

      Shastriji literally sprinted ahead and, placing his hand on the boy’s collar, turned him around. You rascal! What do you think you are doing?

      The boy’s eyes dilated in surprise and fear. I...I.... he stammered, unable to speak. He was a young fellow, hardly twelve, painfully thin, with large eyes and cauliflower ears. He wore a tattered shirt and half pants, which were a couple of sizes large for him, and was barefoot.

      Come with me, Shastriji said and, taking his hand, led him inside. He sat down while the boy stood in the corner, shivering-whether he was trembling from cold or fear, Shastriji could not tell. Now tell me, what were you trying to do?

      Saab, I was told to pluck the plants and...

      That means it was you who destroyed my dahlias yesterday! Shastriji almost shouted, his eyes narrowing and his ears turning red.

      Y...yes, Sa’ab, the boy said, lowering his head in shame.

      Who sent you to commit this crime?

      I...I can’t tell you, Sa’ab, he will kill me.

      What exactly did he tell you?

      He asked me to pluck the dahlias and also the chis... chis...christmasums...

      Chrysanthemums.

      Yes, Sa’ab, the same thing. Yesterday, just as I had finished plucking the dahlias, I heard a sound and bolted. I gave them to him and he shouted at me for leaving behind the chrys.. .chrysanthemums. That is why I came this morning.

      Did he pay you?

      No, Sa’ab he didn’t He told me I had done only half the job If I take the Chrysanthemums as well, I will get my thirty rupees.

      SHASTRIJI WAS SILENT. His anger had disappeared. He now felt only pity for the skinny wretch, shivering before him. What is your name, son? The boy hesitated, and then looking at Shastriji’s kind face, said, Suraj. Well, Suraj, I actually wanted to punish you, but now I realize it is not entirely your fault. The real culprit is the scoundrel who sent you. I am really angry with him. He paused for a moment and looking intently at Suraj continued, Suraj, don’t think my anger is only because my garden has lost its beauty. Of course that has upset me. The real disaster is something, which I am sure, you have not yet understood. By uprooting the dahlias you have killed them. Had you chosen sturdier plants, like the roses, you could have taken and planted them in some other garden and they would have survived. The dahlias are delicate. To transplant them, one has to be very careful. The soil around the roots had to be loosened, and the plants have to be gently plucked out. After the way you pulled them out, I am sure they have no chance of survival. The same thing is going to happen to the couple of Chrysanthemums which you uprooted a few minutes back. Suraj, killing plants which give us so much selflessly, is almost like committing a murder. And whoever sent you, is guilty of murder."

      Shastriji got up, and patting Suraj on his back, said. Now, before you leave, take the Chrysanthemums which you plucked. They will not survive in your benefactor’s garden, but at least they will help you in getting your thirty rupees.

      Next day in the afternoon, Shastriji was working in his garden when he heard a sound. He looked behind. A. man had opened the latch and was entering the garden. He looked vaguely familiar. As he came closer, Shastriji recognized him. It was Hardayal, who owned a stationery shop on the main road opposite Ambedkar Colony. Shastriji got up, his hands still muddy.

      Shastriji, namaste.

      Namaste.

      I...I...don’t know how to begin, Hardayal looked at him and stopped.

      Shastriji waited patiently for him to continue.

      It...it was I who sent Suraj to...to...

      Shastriji stepped back, surprised. But Why?

      "For the last three years I have been trying to win the first prize in the ‘Dahlia and Chrysanthemum’ category of the competition, but every time you beat me. I even bet a thousand rupees last year that I would win. This year I wanted to make sure that I don’t lose out

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