Healthy people are currently mad at the irony of fate (Indian man)

 with mental stress due to lack of money. But that did not save his life. Eventually I had to go crazy and die. Happiness or sorrow is not eternal in the life of all people who come to earth. So one should change oneself over time. 

                                        

My name is Sudhir, Thakur Dada was a fishmonger. He used to make a group of 15 people and earn money by catching fish in the pond and selling it in the market. In this way their happy family was going on. Suddenly one day he fell ill. And the burden of this business was given to another person for a few days. But that person could not give up the greed of money. He tricked and took all the business and things. Later, Thakur Dada (Girish) realized that he had lost all business. He no longer has the means to support his family. Eventually, after a few days of wandering around, he got paid for a small amount of work. In such a situation, scarcity and unrest began to appear in the world. Not everyone could eat exactly like that. As a result there was shame, hatred, sadness, arrogance in the mind and slowly began to speak alone almost all the tim

e. When someone said something good, it started to feel like poison to him.And slowly, slowly, alone, alone. One day he started wandering around looking for work to procure food. From morning to noon but no work or money was raised. Grief-stricken, he sat down under a tree and began to cry out to God. And fell asleep. Suddenly he opened his eyes and saw a man calling him and told him to go some distance and see there is a broken house. There are some people there. There was no other way but to earn 10 rupees by doing this dishonest work. So he went there with a packet of Gaza and saw about 10 to 12 people sitting and getting drunk and gambling. He stood for some time and started thinking in his mind that he would go home with 10 rupees and buy something to eat or not gamble, because 10 rupees is not enough money to feed the whole family. Finally, he gambled helplessly for 10 rupees. That turned into 20 rupees. Then I thought to myself. Will play 10 rupees again if lost. But I will leave with 10 rupees. But this time it was 10 to 20 rupees. He got 30 rupees and a little greed started coming in his mind. The first gamble of life began. It won about 2000 rupees. In the joy of the mind, they went home and bought rice, fish and other necessities and all of them ate their fill after many days. Eventually his wife found out and took 1 thousand rupees. The next day, he fell into greed and again went to Asor in Gaza with 500 rupees and got involved in gambling. Today he also won 3 thousand rupees. His wife forbade him to gamble and took 2000 rupees. With a total of 3000 rupees then opened a small grocery store in the house. Gradually the store began to make quite a profit. With the profit money, the immovable family started functioning in a good way and all the shortages were no more. But Girish fell into greed and became a daily routine. Slowly Gaza and alcohol consumed him. From now on, talking alone and going to each other and talking nonsense, going to kill. Seeing all these signs, the neighbors started harassing him saying he was crazy. Under his influence, Girish quickly went crazy. Stools in the house, vomiting and dirty. Finally one day he died suddenly with difficulty breathing.