The Hero
( I read a story similar to this in a competition success review, think poster in 1992. I tried to get the original but couldn't..so here is my version of it!)
One day, an ordinary young man in the land of despair decided to build a bridge across the river. People mocked him and his dear ones tried to persuade him to do otherwise. But he was firm, he loved his people more than his life. One day he set off with a long rope; tied an end to the bank of the river and jumped into the river. The currents were strong and he was trying his best to keep the course, and he was about to reach the other end when a hunter from the land of bliss shot an arrow at him mistaking him to be an struggling animal. The hunter wanted to put an end to the poor animal's misery. The hero tried his best, he remembered all his people and with a steel resolve swam across. With great difficulty reached the other end of the river and managed to tie the rope to a huge rock before being washed away in the currents of the river.
Few people in the land of despair saw this and they went back and told the people that the hero tied a rope across the river. Soon people assembled and preists came. They said hero was their saviour and procalimed that by praising him, people would be liberated of their miseries. There were temples built for the hero and festivals organised. Soon he was celebrated as a God.
Looking at all this from heaven, the soul of the hero lamented,'Oh my people! The rope is a bridge for you to cross into the land of bliss. I can only show you the path. Its upto you to walk on that and reach the other side. My death was nothing more than an simple accident'
But sadly the voice of hero was drowned in the festival drums
and the rope bridge lay there... unused.
Question
Understand
Educate
Surpass
Transcend
THE HERO
Long ago there were two lands :Land of bliss and land of despair. Between them was a mighty river with very strong swirling currents. The people in the land of despair always wanted to cross the river as they could see the prosperity on the other side of the river, but none dared to cross. A few dare devils who tried perished in the strong currents of the river. One day, an ordinary young man in the land of despair decided to build a bridge across the river. People mocked him and his dear ones tried to persuade him to do otherwise. But he was firm, he loved his people more than his life. One day he set off with a long rope; tied an end to the bank of the river and jumped into the river. The currents were strong and he was trying his best to keep the course, and he was about to reach the other end when a hunter from the land of bliss shot an arrow at him mistaking him to be an struggling animal. The hunter wanted to put an end to the poor animal's misery. The hero tried his best, he remembered all his people and with a steel resolve swam across. With great difficulty reached the other end of the river and managed to tie the rope to a huge rock before being washed away in the currents of the river.
Few people in the land of despair saw this and they went back and told the people that the hero tied a rope across the river. Soon people assembled and preists came. They said hero was their saviour and procalimed that by praising him, people would be liberated of their miseries. There were temples built for the hero and festivals organised. Soon he was celebrated as a God.
Looking at all this from heaven, the soul of the hero lamented,'Oh my people! The rope is a bridge for you to cross into the land of bliss. I can only show you the path. Its upto you to walk on that and reach the other side. My death was nothing more than an simple accident'
But sadly the voice of hero was drowned in the festival drums
and the rope bridge lay there... unused.
Question
Understand
Educate
Surpass
Transcend
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