Yoyo...

Just now went to read some of my 'Brothers' blogs.. Nearly fainted due to them being so comical.. Can't stand it, how do they manage to write such a way?? Haha...

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THE RED TANK , MONKS and their temple


Once upon a time (usual clinque), there lived 20monks. They have a dream, the same dream - to build a tepmle of their own.

One fine day, all the 20 monks have decided and agreed to build the temple, so they started building. It took them days and nights, weeks and month to build. They sweted and bled for countless times. At times, they wished to give up but din't in the end. Finally, the temple was built. They alll were elated.

Out of a sudden, a red tank came and started to destroy the temple. The monks fought very hard with the red tank, tried all ways to protect the temple. But, in the end, they lost the battle. Their hardwork (temple) was destroyed and 10monks died in the battel with the red tank. Words are not being to describe the grief and disappointment the rest of the 10monks had have at that time.

Many days later, the 10monks have decided, once again, to build the temple, since it was their dream. So they started the work. Brick by brick, wall by wall, pillar by pillar, it tool them many weeks to accomplish the task. Finally, the temple was up, it wasn't as spacious as before. They were exhilarated. "Phew! Finally, we have our home, a place where we can call home!" 1 monk exclaimed.

One fine morning, the red tank passed by. It started to ruin the place. Not wanting their temple to be destroyed. The 10 monks picked up weapons and started to defend. They fought for days and nights. No matter how hard they did, they lost to the red tank. The temple was left with ashes and 6 monks were killed in the duty of protecting their temple. The whole scene looked very sad and the rest of the 4 monks were ultimately despondent.

However despondent they might be, they were not disillusioned. They still insisted on building the temple. So once again, they started working hard. And fianlly, after months, the temple was up again, well, not as big and as grand as before.

The hateful red tank invaded the temple once again. This time, both parties exchange bombs and bullets. Sigh.. Life is simply unfair, the red tank still managed to win this battle and killed 3 monks.

The only monk left was extremely upset about the whole thing, he felt giving up. But, during many dreams he had in his sleep, the rest of the 19 monks exhorted him to work hard and carry on building the temple. Fulfil the dream!

So, he picked all his sadness and started building the temple, all by himself. Carrying all the bricks to site, laying them layers by layers, putting cements slowly. Walls by walls, and finally, he managed to build a temple, smaller than before. He set up an altar for the rest of the monks, reading scripts everyday and prayed hard for them.. He did those for days, for months.. At times, he always wonder who hated then so much that always come to destroy and kill them? Who could it be? He wondered.

One night, when he was sleeping. The red tank threw in a bomb and killed him on the spot. The red tank won the battle.


The story ended!


Don't start to curse me, i happen to see this story from the net and being stunned by the lameness of the story! So this is not my fault.