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Where there’s a will, there’s a way

Michael Jordan was an African-American man, born in 1963, in the slums of Brooklyn, New York. He had four brothers and his father’s wages were not sufficient to provide for the whole family.

He grew up in a poor neighbourhood which was full of discrimination, to the point where he could not see any hope for the future.

When he was 13 years old, his father gave him a piece of used clothing and asked: “What do you think the value of this outfit would be?”

Jordan replied, “Maybe one dollar.”

His father asked, “Can you sell it for two dollars? If you can sell it, it would mean that you are a big help to your father and mother. “

Jordan nodded his head, “I’ll try, but no guarantee that I’ll be successful.”

Jordan carefully washed the clothes clean. Because they didn’t have an iron, to smoothen out clothes, he levelled it with a clothes brush on a flat board, then kept it in the sun to dry. The next day, he brought the clothes to a crowded underground station. After offering it for more than six hours. Jordan finally managed to sell it for $2. He took the two dollar bill and ran home.

After that, everyday he was looked for used clothing, washed and ironed it and sold it in the crowd.

More than ten days later, his father again gave him a piece of used clothing, “Now think of a way that you can sell these clothes for 20 bucks?”

Jordan said, “How is it possible? This outfit can only fetch two dollars at the most.

His father replied in an effort to inspire him, “Why don’t you try it first? There must be a way.

Finally, Jordan got an Idea He asked for cousin’s help to paint a picture of Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse on the garment. Then he tried to sell it in the school where the children of the rich study. Soon a housekeeper, who was there to pick his master, bought clothes for his master. The master was a little boy of only 10 years but was very fond of clothes. He loved it so much and he gave a five dollar tip. 25 dollars was a huge amount for Jordan, the equivalent of a weeks salary of his father.

When he got home, his father gave him yet another piece of used clothing. “Are you able to resell it at a price of 200 dollars?” His eyes lit up.

This time, Jordan accepted the clothes without the slightest doubt. Two months later a popular movie actress from the movie “Charlie’s Angels”, Farah Fawcett came to New York for her Movie promos. After the press conference, Jordan made his way through the security forces to reach the side of Farah Fawcett and requested her autograph on the piece of clothing. When Fawcett saw this innocent child asking for her autograph, she gladly signed it.

Jordan was shouting very excitedly, “This is a jersey signed by Miss Farah Fawcett, the selling price is 200 dollars!” He auctioned off the clothes, to a businessman for a price of 1,200 dollars!

Upon returning home, his father by broke into TEARS and said, “I am amazed that you did it My child! You’re really great! “

That night, Jordan slept alongside his father. His father said, “Son, in your experience selling these three pieces of clothing, what did you learn about success?”

Jordan replied, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

His father nodded his head, then shook his head, “What you say is not entirely wrong! But that was not my intention. I just wanted to show you that a piece of used clothing which is worth only a dollar can also be increased in value, Then how about us – living & thinking humans? We maybe darker and poorer, but what’s the difference? “

This thought enlightened young Jordan. Even a piece of used clothing could be made dignified, then why not me? There is absolutely no reason to underestimate myself.

From then on, Michael Jordan felt that his future would be beautiful and full of hope.

Our potential is so great, and should not be viewed small & low only because of our status, looks or wealth. Even a diamond is just a stone before it has been polished.

Keep improving yourselves, trying your best and striving ahead!

What are some things that make Indians sad?

I was travelling by train from Ahmednagar to Nanded in Maharashtra. It was summertime and the temperature was an all time high of 41 °C. I stood near the door of the train and tried to catch some air. My nostrils burned and so did my lungs with the inhalation of dry and arid air. I still had 4 more hours to travel and face this heat before I reached my destination.

I had emptied my cell phone battery and the charger in train was inoperable as is the case most of the time. I was bored and was hoping the train to run more faster. I took few sips of warm water from my half-filled bottle. Alas, my thirst still prevailed. There were no pantry vendors selling cold water bottle touring around anymore. I went back and sat in my seat. There was a scrambled marathi newspaper lying nearby. I started reading it. It had news about farmer suicides and the horrible drought conditions. There were stats like out of 2,00,000 suicides, 1,40,000 were farmers. It’s saddening to know that the person who toils day and night to grow food is the one himself starving to death. I looked out of the window. There were unending dry patches of land extending till the horizon on both sides. Marathwada and Vidarbha regions have seen worst drought since past five years. I was looking at how drought is literally.

I was lost into thoughts. Suddenly there is a strong jerk and lot of screaming noises. The train slows down and comes to a halt. There are not many people in the train, I believe because of summer season. I see a small mob consisting of elderly people, women and children running towards us. They had their hands full with empty buckets and bottles.

The elderly and children climb into the coach and start running through peeping under the seats perhaps looking for water bottles containing a drop or two to spare. The women climb up with their buckets and reach the train toilets and start filling up their buckets with the toilet water. It will be the same water they will use to drink and cook for the day to make their ends meet. Bathing and washing is too far-fetched dream for them.

My seat was near to the train toilets. I was standing there and watching the commotion. One elderly man taps me on the shoulder and asks me if I am going to drink the water in my bottle or throw it. I felt sad and helpless. I gave the bottle to him. He drank the water and blessed me by placing his hand on my head and disappeared into the mob. There was a toddler girl taken in her mother’s arms. She was inquisitively looking at me. I guessed she was thirsty, her eyes said it to me. I went to my berth, took out my bag and gave her the unopened bottle to drink. She held it in her hands as if it is the most expensive thing in the world. I saw the Ticket Checker and Railway Police running towards the toilet. The remaining people started to jump and run away. They had meagerly managed to fill their buckets and bottles, extremely careful that not even a single drop spills.

The Ticket Checker comes near to me and I ask him what had happened. He explains that this has become a daily thing since past few weeks. This being a really badly drought hit area. These guys have made a strategy to steal water from train by stopping it. Few guys climb in previous stations and they pull the chain to stop the train at the planned location and run away and rest of the mob manages to steal water. On being questioned by fellow travelers about strict action, he said all they do is steal water to drink and cook. Nature has been really harsh with them. They do this act to stay alive and the TC said he don’t think this is a big crime to punish them. He had one of his farmer friend commit suicide and he feels the pain of it. So he just lets them go.

The train began with the onward journey. I felt grateful and lucky to live a relatively good life. I felt sad too, because of inequality that prevails. Our State Government sells water from industrial quota to Alcohol Beverage companies. It takes roughly 20 liters of water to make one litre of beer. I hope they can stop it for few months and provide water free of cost to the needy. They will be blessed. No one dies if they do not have a beer, but water is essential to each one of us. Protect every drop.

These below pics send out a strong message. I wonder what would they be asking from God! Blessings to make through this or rain to wash their dry tears away.

I felt thirsty after some time. I did not have any water left. So, I took my empty bottle and filled it with the same toilet water to drink. That made me feel the pain even if for a moment for which these people hustle every single day. May God bless them with strength to bear this.

 

Credits to – Rahul Kulkarni

Why don’t Indian poor people start a revolution?

100,000 new people are getting out of poverty every single day. By the time you finish reading this answer 100 new Indian families would have climbed up to the middle class. That’s why India is not revolting. They are busy climbing.

What is a revolution anyway?

Revolution as popularly imagined is the adult version of throwing tantrum. Despite it being glorified by a lot of propaganda machines, it seldom leads to positive outcomes. Let’s suppose you are writing a poem and you don’t get ahead at all with your words. You will get angry at some point and tear apart the paper. That’s what happens in a revolution – society is torn apart when people don’t get ahead. On the other hand, if you have gotten your rhythm and have finished the first stanza, you will be more motivated and will be less likely to tear apart the paper – even if you know that you have many more stanzas to finish.

The revolutionaries with books in hand and marks in mind

Each one of them is changing their whole community around them. The illiteracy in their whole extended family ends instantly as soon as one of them gets out of the vicious cycle of poverty.

None of them talked of revolution or system change. None of them ever talked of violence. None of them took shortcuts of alcohol and drugs. None of them whine about their condition. They took positive steps.  All of them are revolutionizing India.

We are having millions of such new revolutionaries not with the trigger of a gun, but with the keypad and LCD screen. Yes, India’s poor people are “revolting” and getting impatient. But, with a book in hand and grades in mind.