The Shepherd who passed away

In a village there lived a poor woodcutter.    He always cut wood, sold them and got a little bit of money to survive.    One day when he was walking on his way back home, he found a boy begging for money.  So the woodcutter felt sorry for the boy and adopted him, but the worst thing was that the woodcutter didn’t have enough money to feed the boy.  

One day he saw Sridevi, his friend who was also a poor woman.   The woodcutter ran towards Sridevi calling out ‘Sridevi’.  

‘What do you want?’, asked Sridevi.

The poor woodcutter cried, ‘I have adopted a boy but I don’t have enough money to feed him’.  

‘Dear woodcutter please do not cry. I will take the boy along with me and provide him with food and water’.

‘Are you sure?’, asked the woodcutter.

‘Yes’ told the lady.

The next day the woodcutter brought the boy along with him and gave it off to the lady.  But the lady instead of treating the boy well made him a shepherd who had to take care of sheep.  The lady never provided the boy with food nor water.  The boy who starving with hunger passed away.   The next day the lady went to the woodcutter narrated the whole story.

‘What?!!’ screamed the woodcutter and lead a sad life.

My keyboard annual day

I got ready for my annual day and rushed to the stadium.    I found my friends Petrina and Shambavi there.  I was feeling so bored that I asked my friends what we can do.   Then my friend Shambavi told she would tell me a ghost story.  Petrina and I accepted.      

So she began the story and in half way of the story,   Shambavi felt hungry.  She went out of the hall she found few people selling samosas.   She then rushed towards the shop and asked for one packet of samosa, but they didn’t know English as they only knew Hindi.   As they didn’t know English she spoke Hindi with those people who were selling samosas.     They finally understood and gave her a samosa.     So soon Petrina, Shambavi and I were feeling quite bored that we three went to a teacher named Meenakshi.   I asked Meenakshi mam when our keyboard program will begin.   Mam told that keyboard program was the last program.   So my friends and I kept bothering her every minute, asking the same question.   Mam decided she would schedule the dance program in the end and the keyboard right before the dance program.   

First performance was mine.    I was dead happy that I rushed to the stage.    But the worst part was I didn’t know how to configure the keyboard.    I was feeling quite disappointed and called Prashanth sir to the stage to clarify my doubt.   But what I didn’t expect was Prashanth sir himself didn’t know the answer for my doubt.   Finally I played whatever came to my mind.   None of them clapped their hands because I didn’t know the settings for the song I was going to play.    This was my worst event.