Manojkumar Arjun
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Apart from Story telling, I run drafting and pf consultancy.
Project: Website design & development for Arjun Industrial Drafting & PF Consultancy, Badlapur Maharashtra India
Built a clean, professional online presence for a local industrial drafting and PF (Provident Fund) consultancy — something that clearly communicates services, builds trust, and makes it easy for clients to get in touch.
What I did:
Designed the site structure and content flow (home, services, about, contact)
Built it using Lovable (AI-assisted no-code development)
Focused on clear service descriptions so visitors immediately understand what's offered
Made it mobile-responsive and fast to load
Set up a straightforward contact path for new client inquiries
Result: a live, professional website that gives the consultancy credibility online and makes it easy for prospective clients to find and reach out.
Tags/tools to add: Web Design, No-Code Development, Lovable, UI/UX Design, Small Business Website, Landing Page Design
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Pain Is Not the End, It Is the Beginning
A boy named Ramu lived with his
single mother after his father died in a road accident when Ramu was just five
years old. His mother was not highly skilled, so she worked as a maid in the
neighbours' houses. Ramu was a good boy who never gave his mother any reason to
worry. When he was in the tenth grade, his mother also died, from a strange
illness. Now he was completely alone in the village. Every morning he went to
school, and afterward he worked at a tea stall. This was his routine until he
turned twenty and graduated from a good college.
Around this time, he fell in
love with Shilpa, the village head's daughter, who was very beautiful. The two
of them were deeply in love with each other, but when her father found out, he
arranged her marriage to the son of the head of a neighbouring village. Ramu
was devastated, but there was nothing he could do — as an orphan in the
village, he had no one to support him against the village head.
On the day of the wedding, Ramu
tried to meet Shilpa one last time, but her father's bodyguards spotted him,
beat him badly, and threw him out of her house. Shilpa was married and left for
the neighbouring village. Heartbroken, Ramu decided to end his life. He climbed
to the top of the village hill, intending to jump. Just then, a saint passing
by saw him standing at the edge. The saint climbed up, approached him, and
asked what was wrong.
Ramu told the saint that
nothing good had ever happened in his life — his father had died when he was
five, his mother when he was ten, and now the woman he loved had been married
off to someone else, all because he was poor, powerless, and had no family to
stand behind him.
The saint listened to his whole
story, then asked how he planned to end his life. Ramu said he would jump from
the hill. The saint asked, "And if you survive the fall, what then?"
Ramu said he would drink poison. "And if you survive that too?" Ramu
said he would hang himself. "And if you survive even that?" Ramu said
he would cut his throat or slit his wrists.
The saint was quiet for a few
moments, then said, "If you can find this many ways to end your life,
imagine how many ways there must be in this world to survive — and to achieve
power, fame, and wealth." He added that those who have no one in this
world still have their body, their soul, and their own will — and that God is
always with them. "If God has given you this much pain," the saint
said, "it is because you are meant for something great in this life."
Ramu was stunned by the saint's words and decided not to end his life. He
thanked the saint and went back down to his home.
The next day, Ramu woke up
early and went to the city to start a business. He began with a small tuition
class, which grew into a full tuition academy, and many of his students went on
to achieve great success because of his guidance. After earning fame,
recognition, and money, he decided to return to his village, leaving a trusted
friend to manage the business in the city.
Back in the village, he started
a small school that taught up to the fifth grade, and later sponsored promising
students to continue their studies in the city and receive tuition from his
academy there. In time, many of these students secured good positions in
private and government jobs, and some returned to help Ramu run his school.
Every family in the village came to feel deep gratitude toward Ramu and
regarded him as one of their own. When the village head saw all this, he felt
great remorse — for it was he who had broken Ramu's heart and driven him to the
edge of ending his own life.
Moral of the Story
No matter how much life takes
from you, it can never take away your ability to begin again. The very pain
that feels like an ending is often the proof that you are being prepared for
something greater — so choose to live, to rebuild, and to turn your struggle
into strength for yourself and for others.
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The School Topper from the Slum
A True Motivational Story
In a small slum, there lived a beautiful family of seven — a father, a mother, their eldest daughter, their son Raju, his younger brother, and two younger sisters. The father was the only earning member of the family, and everyone depended on him. Though he had studied only until the 8th standard, he had a deep love for education and dreamed of a better future for his children.
Raju, too, wanted to study. But there was one obstacle standing between him and his first day of school — he had no birth certificate, which was required for admission to the 1st standard. It seemed like a small problem, but for a family living in a slum, it felt like a locked door.
Then came a helping hand.
A farmer named Raghav, who owned two acres of agricultural land near the slum, was well acquainted with Raju's family. He was a kind-hearted man who believed in lending a hand to those in need. With Raghav's support and the help of Raju's date of birth records, Raju finally got his admission to the 1st standard.
School brought new challenges. Raju faced a language barrier in his early classes, but a good friend helped him communicate until he found his footing. Within a few months, Raju was speaking confidently. Every day, he walked 3 kilometres to school and 3 kilometres back. In the evenings, he did his homework under the dim light of an oil lamp, because the slum had no electricity. But none of this stopped him. He studied hard and moved through his primary school years — from 1st to 4th standard — with quiet determination.
He then took admission in the 5th standard at a high school, and from 5th to 9th standard, he pushed himself harder with every passing year. He always wanted to be the school topper, but his class was filled with bright and talented students. He usually finished 4th or 5th in rank — yet his percentage was always above 80%. For a boy studying under an oil lamp in a slum, that was no small achievement.
When Raju entered the 10th standard, the school management made a significant change — all the brightest students were grouped together in Class A to bring out the best results. Raju was placed in Class A.
The competition was fierce. Self-doubt crept in. Can I really be the topper? he wondered. But he held on to two sentences that had become his guiding light:
"Drop by drop, a lake is formed." "God helps those who help themselves."
He studied with everything he had. During internal exams, he continued to rank 4th or 5th — but he did not give up. The oil lamp at home was his companion every night, but it was not enough for the long hours he needed. So Raju found a solution — he began walking to the nearby railway powerhouse building and studying under its outdoor light until midnight. Night after night, this became his routine.
Some of his friends were from wealthier families and simply wanted to pass the 10th exam. Seeing Raju's dedication, they began joining him at the powerhouse. Raju guided them patiently in their studies, never asking for anything in return.
When the 10th board exams arrived, Raju walked into each paper with confidence. His friends, carrying the lessons he had shared with them, performed well too. For revision, Raju studied at home under the oil lamp, outside the powerhouse, and even on the bus — because his exam centre was 8 kilometres away and every spare moment mattered.
On result day, Raju was nervous.
There was no online portal, no SMS alert — the only way to check results was to go to school and read the notice board. Raju walked to school with a pounding heart. He made his way through the crowd to the board, ran his eyes down the list — and saw his own name at the very top.
Raju was the school topper.
For the first time in his life, he felt a joy that was entirely his own. He stood there, overwhelmed, and silently thanked his parents, his family, farmer Raghav, and God. His family was overjoyed. And every one of his friends who had studied with him under the powerhouse light had passed their exam.
The school had a proud tradition — every year, the topper's name was inscribed on a special honour board that hung in the school. Raju's name was added to that board, and it remains there to this day. He can still walk in and see it.
During the school's annual function in 2005, Raju was awarded ₹5,000 for his achievement as the school topper. But when the moment came to receive the award, Raju made a quiet, meaningful choice. Instead of accepting it from the school chairman, he walked up to farmer Raghav — the man who had helped him get his very first school admission — and accepted the award from his hands.
Because Raju never forgot where his journey began, or who made it possible.
This is a true story. The boy who once did his homework under an oil lamp, whose name was nearly never written in any school register, now has his name written on a school honour board — where it will remain long after the oil lamp has gone dark.
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