فلم "گریو آف دی فائر فلائز" (Grave of the Fireflies) ایک جاپانی اینیمیٹڈ فلم ہے جس کی ہدایتکاری اِسو تاکاہاتا نے کی ہے۔ یہ فلم 1988 میں ریلیز ہوئی تھی اور اس کا موضوع دوسری جنگ عظیم کے دوران جاپان کے دو بہن بھائیوں کی کہانی ہے۔ فلم ایک چھوٹی کہانی "ہوتارو نو ہاکا" پر مبنی ہے، جو آکیوکی نوساکا نے لکھی تھی۔
تفصیلی کہانی
آغاز
کہانی کا آغاز جاپان کے شہر کوبی میں 1945 کے جنگی حملے سے ہوتا ہے۔ امریکی بمباری کی وجہ سے شہر میں شدید تباہی پھیل جاتی ہے۔ سیٹا اور اس کی چھوٹی بہن سیٹسوکو اپنی ماں کے ساتھ شہر میں رہتے ہیں۔ بمباری کے دوران وہ اپنے گھر سے بھاگ کر محفوظ مقام کی طرف جاتے ہیں، مگر ان کی ماں شدید زخمی ہو جاتی ہیں۔ کچھ دن بعد ان کی ماں کی وفات ہو جاتی ہے۔
خالہ کے گھر
ماں کی موت کے بعد سیٹا اور سیٹسوکو اپنے خالہ کے گھر چلے جاتے ہیں۔ ابتدائی طور پر خالہ ان کا خیر مقدم کرتی ہیں، مگر وقت گزرنے کے ساتھ ساتھ ان کا رویہ تبدیل ہو جاتا ہے۔ وہ سیٹا اور سیٹسوکو کو بوجھ سمجھنے لگتی ہیں اور ان کے ساتھ بدسلوکی شروع کر دیتی ہیں۔ خالہ کی بدسلوکی سے تنگ آ کر، سیٹا فیصلہ کرتا ہے کہ وہ اپنی بہن کے ساتھ وہاں سے چلا جائے۔
ویرانے میں زندگی
سیٹا اور سیٹسوکو ایک ویران علاقے میں جا کر رہنا شروع کر دیتے ہیں۔ وہ ایک پرانے بنکر کو اپنا گھر بناتے ہیں۔ ابتدائی دنوں میں وہ اپنی چھوٹی دنیا میں خوش رہنے کی کوشش کرتے ہیں۔ سیٹا اپنے پاس موجود تھوڑی بہت دولت کو استعمال کرتے ہوئے کھانے پینے کا انتظام کرتا ہے۔ وہ اپنے آس پاس کے لوگوں سے بھی مدد مانگتا ہے، مگر جنگ کی وجہ سے سب ہی مشکلات کا شکار ہوتے ہیں۔
مشکلات اور بیماری
وقت کے ساتھ ساتھ کھانے پینے کی کمی اور سخت حالات ان پر اثر انداز ہونے لگتے ہیں۔ سیٹسوکو کی حالت بگڑنے لگتی ہے۔ وہ کمزور ہو جاتی ہے اور مختلف بیماریوں کا شکار ہو جاتی ہے۔ سیٹا اپنی بہن کی دیکھ بھال کرنے کی پوری کوشش کرتا ہے، مگر اس کے پاس وسائل کی کمی ہوتی ہے۔
سیٹسوکو کی موت
سیٹا اپنی بہن کو ایک ڈاکٹر کے پاس لے جاتا ہے، مگر ڈاکٹر اسے بتاتا ہے کہ سیٹسوکو کی حالت کا اصل سبب بھوک ہے اور اس کے پاس علاج کا کوئی ذریعہ نہیں ہے۔ سیٹا اپنی بہن کے لیے کھانے پینے کا انتظام کرنے کی کوشش کرتا ہے، مگر وہ ناکام رہتا ہے۔ آخرکار، سیٹسوکو بھوک اور بیماری کے باعث وفات پا جاتی ہے۔
سیٹا کی موت
سیٹسوکو کی موت کے بعد سیٹا شدید دکھ اور ناامیدی کا شکار ہو جاتا ہے۔ وہ بھی بھوک اور ناامیدی کے باعث زندہ نہیں رہ پاتا اور کچھ دن بعد وفات پا جاتا ہے۔ فلم کے آخر میں، ان دونوں کی روحیں دوبارہ ملتی ہیں اور وہ ایک ساتھ اپنی خوشگوار یادوں میں رہتے ہیں۔
"گریو آف دی فائر فلائز" ایک انتہائی جذباتی اور دل دہلا دینے والی کہانی ہے جو جنگ کے وحشیانہ اثرات اور انسانی روح کی کمزوریوں کو بیان کرتی ہے۔ یہ فلم نہ صرف جنگ کی تباہ کاریوں کو نمایاں کرتی ہے بلکہ انسانی تعلقات کی اہمیت اور محبت کی قوت کو بھی اجاگر کرتی ہے۔.jpeg "Grave of the Fireflies")
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Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
Once upon a time, there was a young woman named Sarah who was deeply in love with her partner, Umar. They had been together for several years and had a strong, loving relationship.
One day, Sarah became very angry with Umar. She couldn't quite put her finger on what had caused her anger, but she felt like Umar wasn't paying enough attention to her and that he was taking her for granted.
Sarah's anger grew and grew until she couldn't contain it anymore. She exploded, yelling and screaming at Umar, saying all kinds of hurtful things that she later regretted.
Umar was taken aback by Sarah's outburst and didn't know how to respond. He tried to calm her down and apologize, but Sarah was too upset to listen. She stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her.
As she walked, Sarah's anger slowly began to dissipate. She realized that she had let her emotions get the best of her and that she had acted in a way that was hurtful to both herself and Umar. She knew that she needed to apologize and make amends.
Sarah returned home and found Umar waiting for her. She apologized for her behavior and explained that she had been feeling neglected and unappreciated. Umar listened and assured her that he loved her and that he would make an effort to be more attentive to her needs.
Sarah and Umar hugged and made up, and their love was stronger than ever. They learned that it was important to communicate their feelings and to handle conflicts in a healthy way, rather than letting anger and resentment build up.
___The end___
An old man carrying a large basket of glassware on his head was going to town to sell. While walking, he stumbled a little and a glass slipped from the basket and fell down... Broke.
.jpeg "Learn to forget mistakes - The Old Man")
The old man continued to walk at his same speed as if nothing had happened. Another passer-by who was walking behind saw him and ran to the old man and said: "Babaji! You may not have noticed, a vessel behind you has fallen from the basket and broken."
The old man said without slowing down: "Son, I know."
The passer-by: "He said in surprise, Babaji! "If you know, then why you don't stop?"
Old man "Son, it is useless to stop now for something that has fallen and broken___
If I had stopped, would have put the basket on the ground, would have looked at the broken thing that cannot be fixed, would have regretted. Then If I had picked up the basket and put it on my head, I would have ruined my time. I would have done some other damage in carrying the basket again, and the business I had to do in the city would have been spoiled because of regret.
Son, I broke glass. But "I have saved myself a lot by leaving it there."
Some problems, misunderstandings, losses and troubles in our life are just like broken glass which we should forget, let go and move on.
Why???? Because these are the burdens that slows you down new troubles surround you.. take away your smile. It destroys the motivation and will to move forward. So learn to forget your worries, troubles and losses and move on!
As on every first day of the month, the door to the school opened and an old man stepped in. He walked purposefully towards a small, cozy room that he knew only too well.
Without hesitation, he stepped through the door, lit a few candles, and took a seat in a large leather armchair.
Shortly afterwards, children rushed in and made themselves comfortable on cushions.
"You know what?" Said the old man, sighing softly. “I have been coming to this school for many years and tell the most beautiful stories I know. But today I can\"t think of any more. I\"ve told everything I know I just don\"t want to think of anything new. "
The children got big eyes and began to whisper to each other until a girl got up and sat down next to the armchair.
“Then it is our turn now. We tell the stories that we particularly liked about you. "
From that day on, the storyteller listened to the children.
This is the tale of Cole Drinnid. Mr. Drinnid was a gentleman, with the respect of everyone in his town. He resided in the town of Little River, and his abode was the largest house in the town square. Drinnid was known for throwing immense parties and knowing just about everyone in the town. No one really knows how or when he arrived in Little River, one can just say that he has always lived there.
Some said that he grew up in the west side of town as a poor boy and changed his name to earn the respect of the people; others said he never aged and he had lived on the square three centuries ago. The real fact was: no one knew Cole Drinnid's story.
While everyone knew Cole Drinnid himself, not one person in the town of Little River could tell you where he came from, who his family was, or how he got to be so rich. Cole Drinnid began to earn himself the title of the "Jay Gatsby" of Little River.
Then Cole Drinnid disappeared.
It was the night of April 30th, 1967. Drinnid was throwing what is known as his last and most infamous party. The party's fame is not just caused by Drinnid's disappearance, but the discovery of what was living in his basement.
Drinnid had a moth farm in his basement. If one were to go downstairs, they would not notice the secret entrance to this strange farm. There was a secret door hidden behind a gun cabinet that led to a long hallway filled with rows of tanks of moths. When authorities finally made a count, there were over three hundred moth tanks. No one in the town knew why.
Drinnid's disappearance was the source of the discovery of his moth farm. It was around 11:28 P.M. and Drinnid had just finished toasting his guests for coming to his party. Once the toast was over, the behavior of the party returned to normal with guests chatting this way and that, switching conversations with one another every minute or so.
It was at that moment when a guest who drank far too much had stumbled and knocked over an expensive statue of Drinnid's. The statue rocked to the side and smashed into pieces on the floor. The room fell silent and everyone waited to see what Drinnid would say. After two minutes of waiting, Cole Drinnid made no appearance. His guests and employees began to look around the room and see if he was simply not speaking.
"Mr. Drinnid", one of his servants called out. "There has been an accident in the ballroom!"
There was no response, silence. Three servants left the room quickly in an attempt to find the whereabouts of their missing employer.
Within an hour, Drinnid was yet to be found. A small search party of guests who were sober enough to look began to split up on various levels of the house to find their host. The guests searched all the rooms on the top floor, main floor, and in the attic. They had yet to search downstairs in the basement.
Due to the size of a basement, not all the guests searching could go down, so a party of ten descended into what appeared to be a private office.
Drinnid's office was also a private lounge. There was a billiard table in the center of the room, a large sofa to the left and a bookcase filled with hundreds of tales of classic American literature. Next to this bookcase was the gun cabinet. The search party did not find anything, and they reported to the head butler that Mr. Drinnid was nowhere to be found.
The head butler contacted the authorities, within half an hour, there were two patrol cars parked outside Mr. Drinnid's home. The police called the party off and all of the guests had to leave. It was fifteen minutes till 2:00 A.M. and the guests should have been home already. The police checked all of the rooms the guests searched through and received the same results. Mr. Drinnid was not in his house, he had simply disappeared.
That was when an officer found that the appearance of the gun cabinet in Drinnid's office looked peculiar and he pressed along the back wall of the cabinet. It swung open to reveal a room filled with moth tanks.
The next day there were newspaper reporters, detectives, and officers going in and out of Drinnid's home. Taking pictures here and there but the most were taken of the bizarre discovery within the basement. The police made another discovery in Drinnid's office that just added more puzzlement to the mystery.
On Drinnid's desk there was a note that was scrawled in messy handwriting. It was clearly Drinnid's and it based on the quality of appearance, it was written in great haste. The words on the note were not in English, nor to this day have they been found to exist in any language. The note read:
W RGOABABD. MLIAOL. WTBIMPANTD. X. MLIABO AIAQC. ITTMTSAMSTGAB.
The authorities had no idea what they had just read. It was clearly written with the English alphabet, but the words appeared to be pure gibberish. There were enough questions involved to get the national news’ attention.
Where did Cole Drinnid go? Why did he have a hidden moth farm in his basement? What does the note on his desk mean? Why are there certain phrases crossed out? Why was the note written with such urgency? How could Drinnid have disappeared so quickly after he gave his toast? Why did no one see him leave the ballroom?
These questions reached national status and the disappearance of Cole Drinnid quickly became one of the biggest mysteries of the decade. Professors of Latin, Romanian, Spanish, Greek, Mayan, and Native American history and language were just a few of the hundred that came to Little River in an attempt to crack Drinnid's code.
A few other puzzling pieces of evidence were collected from Drinnid's office. There was an article about the development of Western civilizations in the 19th century, a sketch of a desert, and a photograph of a solar eclipse. Despite the level of confusement added from these pieces, none of them could puzzle more than Drinnid's note.
Some say it was a suicide note, others think it was some sort of message. Only one word in the message was able to be translated and that was "father". It was scrawled at the beginning of the note in Persian. No one is necessarily sure as to why "father" was written as the first word. Often people propose the idea that the note was a brief letter to his father, but that does still not provide an explanation as to why Drinnid disappeared.
To this day, the disappearance of Cole Drinnid remains one of the greatest mysteries of the 20th century. Little River, Maryland had achieved infamous status for a long period of time due to the incident, but eventually the state of Little River had dwindled down back to a small town.
Cole Drinnid's home is now the public library and his basement office is kept in the exact same condition as it was left since the night he disappeared. The office is open for investigators and spectators to view, but no further progress has been made on the mystery since the night Cole Drinnid disappeared.