(AI translated version of  : एमएमएमएमटी!)

Chapter-1

Seeing that scene of the Best Small Entrepreneur Award distribution ceremony, large gathering of people had tears in their eyes. When Deepak Parashar, dressed in a luxurious three-piece suit, came on stage to receive the award, he first bowed to the entire audience and then touched the feet of Entrepreneurship and Development Minister Pramod Bhansali. The minister presented him a check of Rs 5 lakh, a shield and a citation as an award. Also congratulated him for receiving this award. With this, the entire BSA Auditorium of Lucknow echoed with thunderous applause.

As soon as Deepak came down from the stage, he was surrounded by media persons. At first, Deepak was surprised to see so many media persons. He had never dreamed that he would have the honour of receiving such an honour. The cameras of all the media persons were focused towards him. With excitement in his heart and tears of joy in his eyes, he was searching with his sharp eyes through the crowd of media persons for his old parents Imarti Bai and Ramjas Parashar. Ramjas was sitting in the front row of the audience gallery. He was staring at the whole scene of Deepak getting the award. He became so emotional while doing this work that he did not even realize when Deepak came down from the stage.

While trying to ward off the media persons, Deepak called out ‘Mummy, Papa!’ His voice seemed to break the trance of Imarti and Ramjas and they turned their faces towards the direction of the voice and spoke. “Where are you, son?”

“Mom, Dad! The media has surrounded me here. I want to come to your side.” Deepak said loudly. Media persons also felt that Deepak had a strong desire to meet his parents. In such a situation it would be better to give way to him. Maybe this will provide an opportunity to capture some more great photos.

After this, the media persons got divided into two groups and after finding a way through them, Deepak, filled with joy, ran towards his parents. He kept staring at them for a moment. All three did not say anything. But the eyes spoke. Tears rolled down the slopes of his cheeks and drenched his clothes. Deepak bowed and placed the award, citation and check at the feet of his parents without saying anything. The father picked him up and hugged him emotionally. Mother Imrati Bai also came near them and started patting both of them with both her hands. Multiple flashes were fired simultaneously to capture this unforgettable scene. Some media persons made a video of these moments.

After this, media persons again surrounded Deepak. Among them, News Everytime Channel reporter Sulochana asked in her sweet voice. “Deepak Ji! These moments are unforgettable!” Can we talk to you now?

Hearing Sulochana’s words, Deepak’s father spoke in a hoarse voice. “Son! You have made us proud. The media persons are calling you. Son! Go meet them.”

Deepak’s mind got a little diverted by father’s words and he shook himself and touched his mother’s feet and said. “Mother, should I go?”

Imrati Bai also said in a voice drenched with love and tears. “Yes yes, go son!”

After getting permission from his parents, Deepak turned towards the media persons. It seemed as if there was a brake on the flow of his emotions and he spoke while somehow controlling his tears. 

Deepak saw that Sulochana’s sharp eyes were fixed on him. So he said with some hesitation – “Madam! Now everything is fine. Ask what you want.”

Sulochana – “We are happy to see that Deepak, who came from a small town like Babina Cantt, has today not only become a big enterpenure but is also running a packaging industry with a turnover of Rs 5 crore with full dedication. And this industry is progressing day by day. People may think that you would have achieved this success overnight, but it might not have happened. What is the true story of becoming the owner of such a big industry?”

Deepak- “Madam! I started this industry five years ago by learning the art of making sweet boxes from my father. While working, my father gave me a Guru Mantra. That mantra became the basis of this industry.”

Sulochana – “What was that mantra? Would you like to share with our audience?”

To be contd. …

(Fictional story)