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                                             Fisherman

I met  a fisherman my travel named Sahan. He was repairing nets when I meet him on my stroll along Pasikuda shoreline on Sri Lanka's east drift. It's the finish of the day, the angling vessels have returned and anglers are keeping an eye on their catch and trawlers. Sri Lanka lost 75% of its angling pontoons in the calamity, and the east drift was one of the hardest hit. A great deal of help cash streamed into the nation thereafter yet little appears to have advanced toward individuals like Sahan.

"My pontoon was on credit," he says. "So I worked for another person to pay it back. Not so much cash but rather more hours. It took seven years. In any case, now I have another vessel." He grins. Sahan has one of those apparently intense, climate beaten countenances, and after that his eyes diminish. "I can't bring my child or sibling back, however I needed to take care of our families."

He lives with a few relatives in a town a couple of miles away. "At any rate, I didn't lose everything," he says. "I'm fortunate. Not every person was." With that, Sahan swings to take a shot at his pontoon, his life saver, running his harsh angler's hands gladly finished its effectively weathered sides  and  goodbye.

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                                                             Fisherman 

 A story  that started the “be more with less” movement for me. While I knew all work and no play wasn’t the way, I thought I would forever be stuck in the cycle of working to live. I thought I would always have a car payment, credit card debt and not enough month at the end of the money. I thought I had to work harder to make more, buy more and have more. At one time, I really thought that would make me better somehow.

This story is my inspiration to slow down, reassess, and get real about how I want to live life.

An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked.  Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna.  The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, “only a little while. The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish? The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs. The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”

The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos.  I have a full and busy life.” The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat.

With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.”

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?”

To which the American replied, “15 – 20 years.”

“But what then?” Asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part.  When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions!”

“Millions – then what?”

The American said, “Then you would retire.  Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siestas with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.”

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                                                         Fisherman2

There used to be an angler surnamed Xǔ. This Mr. Xǔ was a happy individual. He was sympathetic, delicate, a touch of a drunkard yet always remembered to share.

Every day, Xǔ settled himself down on the banks of a waterway, where he hurled his net and anticipated the day's catch. While he paused, Xǔ delighted in the home-blend that he brought along and he never drank alone. Continuously, the angler offered a touch of his toast the stream. For reasons unknown a water-soul or apparition lived in the said waterway and devoured the offered drink.

The phantom and the angler received along well and as a byproduct of the organization and for the offered drink, the apparition dependably guaranteed that Xǔ did not return home with an unfilled net. The two were quick companions.

The water-soul was initially a mortal man named Wáng Lìuláng. Wáng, as Xǔ, appreciated a decent home-blend. His spirit ended up bound to the stream when, one day, after extend periods of time of drinking, the poor plastered man bumbled into the waterway and suffocated.

From that point forward, the phantom has frequented the stream. His opportunity in the stream, be that as it may, was not to go on uncertainly. In the end, a substitution—a "substitute"— soul will go by and the phantom will at that point be permitted to be renewed as a mortal by and by.

Around a half year after the phantom become a close acquaintence with the angler, the apparition educated his companion that the time will soon come when he will be permitted to be renewed. The two companions were pitiful that they will soon need to state farewell yet generally celebrated in the apparition's discharge from his servitude.

That night, Xǔ arranged a devour by the riverside for his companion the apparition and the two making the most of their little goodbye gathering and festivity.

The next day, a youthful mother conveying a little kid was strolling along the banks of the waterway when she abruptly faltered and fell into the water. The downpours guaranteed that she would not have the capacity to make it back to shore, so the mother frantically pushed her kid to the shallows previously she herself started to sink underneath the surface.

This was the prompt the apparition had been sitting tight for. It implied that he was liberated to be reawakened—to begin once again—and the suffocating mother was to be his substitution. The apparition, be that as it may, was a benevolent soul. He took one take a gander at the kid creeping onto the banks of the waterway and, rather than compelling the youthful mother to have his spot and be bound to the stream, he drove her out of the water and to the unnerved youAngster's side.

The apparition's activities were seen by the divine beings who were profoundly awed by his benevolence. They chose to make him one of them.

Thus the apparition turned into a minor divinity. He assumed responsibility of a little, calm town as the neighborhood benefactor god and was allowed to welcome his companion, the angler Xǔ to come and visit him. The two remained the nearest of companions from that point.

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                                                        Fisherman and Ghost1
Phantoms are an imperative piece of the legends, and shape an essential piece of the socio-social convictions of the general population living in the geological and ethno-etymological area of Bengal, which today comprises of the free country of Bangladesh, and the Indian conditions of West Bengal. Tall tales, both old and new, frequently utilize the idea of phantoms. In cutting edge Bengali writing, silver screen and furthermore in radio and TV media, the references to apparitions are frequently found. There are additionally numerous charged frequented destinations in this locale. It is trusted that the spirits of the individuals who can't discover peace in existence in the wake of death or pass on unnatural passings stay on Earth. The basic word for apparitions in Bengali is bhoot or bhut (Bengali: ভূত). This word has an elective signifying: 'past' in Bengali. Likewise, the word Pret (got from Sanskrit 'Preta') is utilized as a part of Bengali to mean apparition. In Bengal, apparitions are accepted to be the soul after death of an unsatisfied individual or a spirit of a man who kicks the bucket in unnatural or anomalous conditions (like murder, suicide or mishap). Indeed, even it is trusted that different creatures and animals can likewise be transformed into apparition after their demise.

The Bengali Hindu people group observes Bhoot Chaturdashi, which typically happens on the fourteenth day of Krishna Paksha (winding down period of moon) at the prior night Kali Puja/Dipaboli celebration. On this night, Bengalis light 14 earthen-lights (choddo pidim) at their homes to assuage the spirits of their previous 14 ages of precursors. It is trusted that in the prior night Kali Puja, the spirits of these precursors drop upon earth, and these lights enable them to locate their cherishing homes.[1][2][3] Another prevalent view is that Chamunda (a fearsome part of Kali) alongside 14 other spooky structures avoid the malevolent spirits from the house as 14 earthen-lights are lit at various passages and dim corners of the rooms. Likewise, it is standard to expend a dish of 14 kinds of verdant vegetable (choddo shaak) amid Bhoot Chaturdashi, with the goal that detestable spirits can't have the body.

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