Atul Sharma - 40 Stress Busters for Executives

Atul Sharma

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem

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Acknowledgements

I am very fortunate to get the love and blessings of many people in my life. The joy of completing this book wont be fulfilled if
I dont mention them. I thank Sundeep bhaiya for his immense help. I remember and thank the following:

My dear GOD for showering me with HIS GRACE.

My greatest treasure my family which includes my parents, my wife, my son and my sisters family. Whatever I am today is because of them.

My Guruji for his blessings.

My relatives and in-laws for being there with me wholeheartedly. I specially thank all my cousins for their love for me. They have stood by me in thick and thin. I thank my relatives staying abroad as well as their good wishes have been with me always. I also remember my dear ones who have left the world.

My great friends for their invaluable contribution in the making of this book.

My Sujanian family i.e everyone associated with Sainik School Sujanpur Tihra.

My publishers for showing faith in my work. I thank the Editorial Desk for taking interest in my book.

My dear readers because its for you that this book has been written. Ill accept your criticism as graciously as your appreciation.

Some people go to heaven after they leave but some people create heaven before they leave.

W elcome to The Sunrise Villa, in the picturesque location of the hills covered with the greenery of devdar trees. This villa is located in a small beautiful place called Devpur, situated at a distance of ten kilometres from Shimla.

What an exotic place? I havent seen one like this in my life, exclaimed Rahul Taneja who had come here for the first time.

This looks like some heritage property, said his wife Divya.

Bhaiya , listen, Rahul said to a middle-aged mature looking man who was passing by with a lot of baggage in his hands.

You seem to belong to this place. How old is this resort? Rahul enquired from him.

Ye pushtaini ghar hai , replied that man implying that this is an ancestral property.

Whose? asked Divya.

Baujis , said that man after a long silence and with a lump in his throat. His eyes seemed moist with tears.

The Tanejas understood that he has a special bonding with that place and enquired about his name.

I am Haria, the man said.

Where are you going? asked Rahul.

I am a gardener here but now I am leaving this place forever and going back to my native place in Nepal, replied Haria.

Have the people here thrown you out from your job? asked Divya.

No, the circumstances here have pushed me out of this place, replied Haria.

Haria looked at the villa with his tear filled eyes and left.

This small conversation with a stranger generated enough excitement in the minds of Tanejas who had come there with their children, Ira and Ishaan, to spend a weekend in this newly opened resort.

Youre most welcome, said a south Indian man with a broad smile, his teeth shined more than his white shirt.

The reception looks more like a big drawing room rather than the reception area of any hotel, said Divya.

Hi, I am Rahul Taneja. I have made a booking with Baxsons Tours and Travels for a three night stay in your hotel.

Rahul showed the booking voucher to the manager and entered his details in the register.

You are the first visitor in our hotel, said the manager, Pratap. He also presented a bouquet of roses to them.

We are privileged to be the first visitors here, said Rahul.

You can call at reception by dialling 9 from your room intercom for food and housekeeping service, said Pratap warmly.

Raama, take their luggage to room no. 1, Pratap asked that south Indian employee.

Raama lifted their luggage and took them to the first floor.

Wow! What a room! said Ira.

Ill sleep in that separate bed, Ishaan insisted while pointing to
the single be d which is there in the room apart from the double bed.

No, Ill sleep there, protested Ira in a bid to win the contest from her brother.

You both sleep there but dont fight now, said Divya.

Where do you belong to? Rahul asked Raama.

I am from Kerala. My home is in Palaghat near Coimbatore. My name is Raamanujlingam Swaminathan but everyone here calls me Raama.

How long have you been here? enquired Rahul.

I am working here for the last three years, replied Raama.

But your manager said that we are the first visitors to your hotel, Divya asked after getting puzzled by their contradictory remarks.

You are the first visitors after we converted our villa into a hotel, replied Raama.

We in his reply made the Tanejas realise that Raamas bond with this villa is not just professional but emotional.

Where are the kids? Rahul enquired.

They are in the balcony, Raama said pointing towards the balcony, adjoined exclusively to that room.

Oh my God! Its heaven here, exclaimed Divya on entering the balcony which gave a view of the mountains and forests seen often in the paintings only.

The splash green mountains flushed with the trees of devdar are
found only in the upper regions of the Himalayas, Rahul said taking a deep breath of fresh air which might have deluded him in Delhi.

Wheres the river flowing? Ira asked Raama after hearing the sound of water flow ing.

This is the sound of devdar trees. It sounds like the flow of the river, Raama answered smilingly, looking more dangerous than friendly to the kids with his broad smile.

Please bring two tea and two glasses of milk, Divya said to Raama.

Two middle-aged couples arrive in the villa.

How was your journey? Pratap asked them.

It was fine but the train from Kalka to Shimla took a long time to reach, replied a pot-bellied Virender Bajaj.