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THE BEST OF

SAURAV PATRA


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1st Edition, May 2016

To my Family

This journey couldn't have been possible without you, you are my everything.

Thank you for the support and care.

To my teachers

No student has learnt on his own! For me my Teachers are everywhere because I

love learning from everything.

To the Kings and Queens family

You made me what I am today! I’ ll always stay indebted to you!

To Kavitha, Sowmya, Akash and Tiru

Hey! You people are my pillars. May our friendship last long!

To my Team

Alone I can go fast, but only with you I can go far...

And to all the budding creative writers like me!

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Before you begin…

Pen is mightier than sword, and that is true only when the words written

are worth inspiring discouraged people, healing the broken hearted and

entertaining in the right sense. I write from my experience. I write not just

because writing is my hobby but I feel God has put in me a burden to

reach out suffering youngsters. I was once a boy without good character. I

never thought I would write a book. But the Word of God changed my life.

I know there are so many people around the globe like the old me. I desire

to make them new, through my words. New in thought, new in lifestyle,

new in behaviour and totally a new person. In fact I run a small company

called ‘NavJivan’ which means New Life. NavJivan is publishing the works

of budding writers, artists and also retired people.

Friends, I don’t know in what situation of life you are in. But I promise

you when you go through this little book, you’ll be inspired. Until now you

might have been a sleeping giant but after reading this I’m sure you’ll be a

mighty horse in your battle field.

My Best with My Little Strength for you

The Budding Writer

Saurav Patra

Saurav Patra

Founder and Business Manager of

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An Aspiring Writer

A current Student of Biotechnology


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Contents

1. Starting with your little strength

— it is never easy

2. The Purpose and Power of your Legacy

— because we live to create legacy

3. Some Stupid Souls!

— some people use their nose too much!

4. The External Examiner


5. A thousand miles to go…

— start walking now!

6. The Lad who lost his Love Letter

— an inspiring love story based on Chennai Floods

7. Smile with love (Mrs. Geeta Monson)

— its not just with lips but the heart also!

8. Sleep well

— Too much of it can spoil your life!

9. The Best

— does it even exist?


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Starting with your little strength

— it is never easy

Author: Saurav Patra

Genre: Super Small Article

Newton began thinking when the rst apple dropped. He did not wait for another to fall

so that he may conrm that something is happening. I’m not accusing anybody, but we

should agree that we always wait and wait till the auspicious time comes. I say: “Start

when the rst apple has dropped on your head!” I mean idea! When the rst idea strikes

your mind, don’t neglect it. It may seem stupid, it may seem worthless, but your hard

work can lead to innovations.

Little strength does not mean weaknesses but more eort with little resources. Starting

with little resources is a tough task. The start can only be successful when the main re-

source is the mind and not money. Smart people start with their vision, work with their

vison and nally reach their destination. On the other hand, foolish people start with

money, work for money and end up being stupid millionaires with big debts and nally

suicide. Countless are the examples!

The Purpose and Power of your Legacy

— because we live to create legacy


Genre: Small Article, Inspirational

Legacy is a term commonly used in rich and well-to-do families, families owning a great

deal of property like several acres of land, Gold in bulk, a huge bank balance and so on.

The predecessor can leave back the things only by a written and authenticate will. Legacy

is thus understood to be a materialistic deal, with bags of gold, money, bungalows that

ows down from parents to the new generation. This legacy to me, is only a type of lega-

cy amongst many other legacies, and is not at all universal. Legacy can be left behind, not

only as property, but also as an invention that made life easier, a speech that strength-

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ened weak people, a course of social-service lifetime, a sacrice that gave freedom to a

country, a lifestyle that inspired people to live righteously and many more.

The purpose of a good Legacy:

Leaving back something is not a mandatory work. No government has yet established

such a decree. Life is always something more exploring than what we imagine. We are, I

mean all human beings, leaving back something or the other on this earth. No one is in-

terested to see our written will but someone gets to see something that we leave behind.

Thus we are leaving back a legacy just because we have come to existence, we have

shared the world, we have met and spoken to people, we earn from this world and each

and everything we enjoy today is just because the previous generation left behind a good

legacy. So, as we are somehow ending up in such a situation, let us leave behind some-

thing good.

We live to create legacy,

We die to make it live.

We gather to create a better oer,

Which to the next age we give!

The power of a good legacy:

The power of legacy has no relevance to politics, status, religion, caste, etc. The power of

legacy abides in our lifestyle, our thought, our actions, our desire and fully in us. Legends

become legends only when they understand the sacred meaning of life and work accord-

ingly. No matter of who we are, we can impact the world by our good deeds!

Our legacy is strong enough to change the world! Our legacy can build broken walls! Our

legacy can heal the broken-hearted! Our legacy can bring peace! There is nothing that we

can’t do if we are determined to leave a good legacy behind.

Epilogue:

Let us be serious in impacting good things to the coming generation. Let us not manipu-

late others legacy, let us create a good legacy of our own.

A noble man makes noble plans and by his noble deeds he stands.

Some Stupid Souls!


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Genre: Super Small Article, Inspirational

We are in the midst of stupidity. Something, somewhere seems stupid every day. The

most horrible acts of stupidity are displayed by humans. Some stupid people make us

laugh while others make us cry.

If you happen to look in deep, you will agree that we forgive people who make us laugh,

no matter how stupid they are. But our heart always bears the burden of stupid peoplewho add no goodness to our lives.

In my classication of Stupid Souls, I have on my list ‘The Discouragers’. I not only dislike

them, but also I’m afraid of their words. I can face lifelong threats but not a word of dis-

couragement in what I do. It just breaks my heart into pieces. I take so much time to re-

cover from what these stupid people do. Some people question and they make you a

leader, some people question you and try to break the leader in you.

Stupid people follow everywhere. Where there is smartness, there is also a little stupidity.

Not that they coexist but the underlying fact is that stupid people can’t keep their nose in

one place. They always want to poke their nose into others business.

Take discouragement in the right attitude. Don’t be emotionally moved by these people.

Stay strong! Use your brain and not your nose! Your success should discourage your dis-

couragers from discouraging anybody!

Remember, smart people earn money and stupid people only smell it, but can never share

the joy!


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Thanks for reading. You came till the last line, this shows you are not a stupid at all! Kindly

Like my Facebook page and feel free to join the team!

May God honour your smartness!

The External Examiner

— school and college memories are the best!


Genre: Super Small Article, Comedy

There is always something special about an external examiner. Though this person comes

very rarely into our lives, we speak of this person throughout the year. Importantly the

External appear during our Final Practical Exams. So poor, I feel so sad for this person.

Practical is a time when students are just so stressed and imagine what they will speak

about a person who is going to question them, test them and nally give marks. Ah! So

sad a state.Once we enter the lab, my friends would just long for one thing: To see the face of the Ex-

ternal. No matter how the person looks like, my friends would tell this and that about the

person: “Oh, so she’s the one.” “This external looks crazy!” “Dude, I’ll not leave him alone

if he questions me badly” “He looks strict, I’m screwed today” “Why is H.O.D ma’am sit-

ting along, I’m gone today”

After a while the whole lab would be silent. For a while, all the students would keep gaz-

ing at the external’s face like owls. Seriously a funny scene! One by one would be calledfor viva-voce. This is the moment where we feel like running away! Ouch! The rst ques-

tion begins, and then slowly from our world of little knowledge the external will move to-

wards his.

Done. You may go! If the external was too strict, the whole day would be fun for everyone

expect their own time of getting questioned. From outside you keep watching your

friends getting questioned, blinking, scratching and what not! Super fun!

This External, who just comes for one day, makes the day special in its own way.


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A thousand miles to go…

— start walking now!


Genre: Super Small Article + Poetry, Inspirational

In life we are all like athletes, we are everyday running a race. We are supposed to practice

and specialize ourselves in our own eld of expertise. Discouragement will come, failures

will surely come. But it is my determination which will take me to my destination.

A thousand miles to go

And it begins from here.

Today, I start walking

With great anxiety and fear.

The way ahead is a dicult journey,

It may be good or may not be;

But with great faith I keep walking

To reach my goal, my destiny.

Some places are too hard to travel,

Troubles and hurdles gives so much pain.

I’m not afraid, I’ll not stop here.

I’ll never let my eorts go in vain.

Dierent people come along:

One becomes a friend, other a foe.


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But I’ve xed my goal, I’m walking

Because I’ve a thousand miles to go.

In life we are all like athletes, we are everyday running a race. We are supposed to practice

and specialize ourselves in our own eld of expertise. Discouragement will come, failures

will surely come. But it is my determination which will take me to my destination.

NO matter what comes ahead or what comes behind, my destiny may be too near or too

far, it may a good journey or may be bad. I start walking today and I shall reach there

someday…

The Lad who lost his Love Letter

— an inspiring love story based on Chennai Floods


Genre: Short Story

A friend who truly falls in love, will somehow do his best his best to keep other relation-

ships undisturbed. But a friend who simply has a ‘crush’ will, by all means, avoid so many

necessary things. A ‘crush’ crushes so many important things in life, and very few

acknowledge this fact.

My friend Sam fell in ‘crush’ with a girl named Hana. I’m so rm in calling it a ‘crush’ be-

cause he began avoiding me, his best friend. I still remember that he told me one day

‘Jerry, I’m so glad you’re my friend. We’ll stay friends forever!’ There was partial truth in it,

and it was all about my commitment, obviously not his.

Our friendship broke last week. He was angry when I told him that it was easy to draw a

heart pierced with an arrow and write names in it but when real arrows of troubles and

diculties pierce the heart, it becomes dicult to love a person. He wasn’t ready to ac-

cept my words and eventually stopped speaking to me. I made up my mind to stay faith-ful to my friend and wait for him to get back. And things began to come back to normal-


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cy, but quite abnormally. It began to rain!

December 1, it rained throughout the day. Who knew about the ood! I felt Sam was in

danger, since he lived near the Adyar River. I immediately went out to the Railway station.

O my God! No trains. No bus. No autos. I began walking through the ooded streets. It

kept raining continuously and the water level raised and I didn't know to swim. I found a

wooden log and with its help I sailed to my friend’s house. Once I reached there I was

shocked! Half of Sam’s house was submerged. I went closer to see if he and his mom were

inside. Alas! Sam was alone there, searching for something!

Jerry: Sam! What are you doing in here man?”

Sam: Hey, Jerry! I knew you’d come. I lost something important

Jerry: What is it? Is your certicates safe? You got to be sincere about them.

Sam: They are safe and they are with my mom. She’s there in the nearby ood shelter

Jerry: Thank God! What are you searching for then?”

Sam: Hmmm. A Love Letter

Jerry: What? Come on! What the hell do you think you’re doing?

Sam: I wrote it with all my heart, it’s for Hana. Please help me nd it, Jerry.

Sam began swimming around to nd the box in which he kept his love letter. I went

around with the help of my wooden log. My heart was broken when I saw people around.

One family lost their youngest daughter, and another lost their newly purchased car. A

boy was searching for his parents, an old woman kept looking at the sky in so much

doubt. So many people lost so many things they were worried and troubled about so

many things and my stupid friend was worried about his love letter.

After a while I found Sam still searching his letter. I went closer to him and felt discour-

aged to see such senseless attitude in him.

Jerry: Sam, did you nd your letter


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Sam: It should be in that side, the water is moving there. Let’s check!

Jerry: Okay.

We went a little forward in search of Sam’s letter. Nothing seemed to bother him other

than his letter. He never felt the need of helping people in their bad times. I felt like leav-

ing him alone and joining the volunteers in rescuing people. When I was about to leave I

found a girl drowning. Near to her was a little wooden box, I wasn ’t sure whether it was

the box which had Sam’s letter.

Jerry: Sam, come here! See a girl is drowning. Let’s save her!

Sam: Hey, Jerry. Look there! My box. My love letter!

Sam swam swiftly to the box and took his letter out. He was in great joy. Seeing Sam ’s

madness I was sure he’s not going to save that girl. Immediately, I hurried to the girl with

the help of my wooden log. I went closer to the girl and to my surprise! She was Hana!

She was gasping for breath. I took hold of her and took her to the volunteers, they treat-

ed her and saved her from dying. Sadly, her mother and father drowned in the ood. She

was left behind all alone. I took her to my home. My parents accepted her as their own

daughter. My mom arranged a special room for Hana and she rested there. What a beau-

tiful sister I’ve got!

Sam? I don’t know about him. Maybe I’ll tell him all these when Chennai recovers.

One evening, I went upstairs to read the Bible and a verse said:

Love is patient, love is kind, It doesn’t envy, it doesn’t boast, it is not proud. It is not rude,

it is not self -seeking, and it is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrongs. Love does

not rejoice in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always

hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.

If you don’t take risks for your friend, you aren’t even worthy of enemies.


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Finally, I realized that Sam never lost his love letter because he never wrote one.

Epilogue:

So friends, wishing you a very Happy Valentine’s Day and it is always a reminder that let-

ters can or may be lost but not the eternal love. There may be so many Sam -Jerry-Hana

amongst us but it is more important that we must have true piece of an asset called ‘Love’

that neither can be bought or sold but can only be won with feelings, emotions and time.

Smile with love

— its not just with lips but the heart also!

Author: Geeta Monson, Retd. Teacher

Genre: Poetry

Let yours smile be that of a

blooming sun ower!

Let it give warmth to the

hearts of those in pain and vain!

Let your smile be that of a

little angle who shower her blessing!

Let your smile spread its beams around

like the fragrance of a ower!

But don’t smile at me

unless it comes from your heart.

And I would not receive a smile

if it is for buttering me,

Because I fear the thorns may hurt me


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behind it, even if it is like a beautiful rose.

If you don’t want to smile at me, don’t do.

But tell me what prevent you from that,

To save my heart from burning and your too,

To bring your smile back on your lips,

To make a beautiful painting

out of a mess of colours!

Sleep well

— Too much of it can spoil your life!


Genre: Poetry

Sleep well

Don't sleep in the well

It feels like swimming in the ocean

Living in your dreams and desires

Like the eagles scaling the clouds

But

You are actually a bird

Whose feathers are wet and can't y

Your dream is not true, it is a lie.

You must wake up and dream the truth

Live up to your dreams

Don't live in your dreams

Sleep well, just don't sleep in the well!


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The Best

— does it even exist?


Genre: Poetry

Maybe the best hasn't come yet, maybe

The best actor hasn't been on screen,

The best teacher hasn't nished learning,

The best musician is still becoming better.

Maybe!

The best actor will never be on screen

The best teacher will never appear.

Whose tune you think is the best?

I say: There is nothing called 'the best'

We can only do better, you agree?

Never stop saying that was the best

There is someone somewhere

Who can do better than you.

Nobody in the world is the best

A kingdom has kings coming and going

You can make your kingdom better

Your successor will make it still better

Remember: The best is yet to come!


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Founder and Business Manager:

Saurav Patra

Co-Writers:

Saurav Patra, Ulafath, Neethu, Anagha, Sajin Sam Abraham, Mrs. Geeta

Monson and Satish.

Artists:

Sowmya Suresh, Dipanjoy Mushahary and Saurav Tiru

Quality Control:

Akash Srivaths and Kavitha Singh

Blog and Facebook Page management:

Muhammed Baquier

Technical Support:

Nishant Horo, Gautham Sevar, Sam Immanuel, Gladson

Finance Management:

Roicy and Sayusha Jayarajan

Printing Support:

Monish

Broadcasting:

Sam, Gladson, Ruby, Rahul, Arpita, Merlin, Shivani and many others.


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Advisory members:

Mr. Edwin (Educationalist)

Mr. Karthik (Professor)

Mrs. Sharon (Professor)

Mr. Joby John (Professor)

Mr. Subhash Patra (Pastor)


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