Kids Stories

"This is also the reason why people drink more in noisy pubs and discoes and then make stupid decisions there. Because their brain gets too overloaded. It simply can't think properly in all that din."

"And when you drink there, it gets even worse. The dumbest chick starts looking like Aphrodite."

"Subroto asks that if a physical entity like phosphorous can glow on its own, why cannot another physical entity like sound do the same?"

"Is it because our paradigm of properties of sound with respect to our sound apparatus doesn't allow us to experience this?"

"What a life mate!" our friend crowed, "Zed security. Such fame. And such beauty."

"People dying to see you. When they see me, they just shoo me away."

"You must be the happiest bird on the planet."

“When you stop crying and start doing, the world notices it too. Even enemies begin to respect you. Then help arrives. Your luck turns.”

“When the mule had stopped braying, the villagers noticed the sudden silence. One peeked in to see if the donkey was dead.”

Josh laughed at the funny joke. Rosh loved it, that he’d got it straight away.

“Wanna play a game?” he asked.

Josh nodded, a happy smile suddenly breaking up on his face.

“If we want to be great, we should learn to have habits of the great. Discussing people and their follies, like we are, is futile. In doing that, we become no more than the three raindrops.”

“Raindrops?” Josh was perplexed.

“Everything he touched turned instantly into gold. It was miraculous!"

"He touched a tree. Gold! He touched a stone. Gold! He touched a piece of shit. Gold!”

“Wow!” said Josh, “I really want that golden touch. Can Dionysus make me rich too? ”

He poured in his visitor’s cup. The cup was soon full, but Nan-in kept pouring.

The tea rose to the rim and began to spill over on the table.

Nan-in continued pouring.

Build character and learn to control your tongue, and your words, like Rishi Durvasa’s, will have the power to move mountains and create history.

Insightful kids story from Hindu mythology showing that words have power. Words can heal, and words can hurt.

Rosh’s face darkened at this barrage of profanity spewing out of his child’s mouth. Not caring to investigate the incident any further and uncaring about who was at fault, his temper flared.

“Shut your mouth”, he rebuked viciously, “It is like a sewer, with only dirt flowing through.”