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doeroneforall · 9 months

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From Sweeping Job Offers To Smashing Sixes In The IPL: The Inspiring Journey Of Rinku Singh.

From Sweeping Job Offers to Smashing Sixes in the IPL: The Inspiring Journey of Rinku Singh

In the heart-pounding world of cricket, where dreams are chased and legends are born, one story stands out as a testament to grit, talent, and unyielding determination. This is the remarkable journey of Rinku Singh, the young cricketer who went from sweeping job offers to smashing sixes on the grand stage of the Indian Premier League (IPL).

A Humble Beginning

Rinku Singh's journey began in a small town, where cricket was not just a sport but a way of life. From playing on dusty streets to practicing tirelessly on uneven fields, his passion for the game was undeniable. But life had other plans.

Sweeping Job Offers

As he entered adulthood, Rinku found himself at a crossroads. Job offers were on the table, promising financial stability, but his heart yearned for the cricket field. In a world where practicality often trumps dreams, he chose to follow his heart.

A Life-Altering Decision

Rejecting job offers and embracing uncertainty, Rinku Singh's decision was a leap of faith. With the unwavering support of his family, he set out on a path less traveled, determined to make his mark in the world of cricket.

The Triumph of Talent

Rinku's talent couldn't be contained. His prowess with the bat and left-arm spin soon caught the attention of cricket scouts. He made his mark in domestic cricket, showcasing his ability to smash boundaries and take crucial wickets.

IPL Breakthrough

The pinnacle of his journey arrived when he earned a spot in one of cricket's most celebrated leagues - the IPL. Representing the Kolkata Knight Riders (KKR), Rinku Singh transformed from a small-town boy into a formidable cricketer, smashing sixes and taking spectacular catches on the grand stage.

Inspiration to Aspiring Cricketers

Rinku Singh's journey is more than just personal success; it's an inspiration to aspiring cricketers across the nation. It's a reminder that dreams, no matter how audacious, can be realized with unwavering determination and relentless hard work.

Join the Journey

Rinku Singh invites you to join his extraordinary journey. It's an invitation to embrace passion, courage, and the pursuit of dreams. It's a call to be part of a movement that believes in the power of following one's heart, even when faced with daunting challenges.

Rinku Singh: More Than a Cricketer

Rinku Singh is more than just a cricketer; he's a symbol of resilience. His journey is more than a story of success; it's a narrative of dreams fulfilled. His legacy is more than sixes and wickets; it's a legacy of inspiration for generations to come. Join Rinku Singh on this incredible journey and become part of a community that believes in the power of pursuing your passion and turning dreams into reality, no matter where you start.

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kishorkumarthings-blog · 5 years

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Kishor Autobiography

Hello Friends;

It’s me Kishor Kumar and this is a real life story about Myself and the sacrifices of my Mother for me. Till now 21 years have passed & few things are still buried so deep in my heart but it’s the right time to reveal it. I have seen as well as read the biography of many famous people but the biography of my mother’s life who live only for me can’t be explained in words or story but still I try my level best to share my mother’s struggle and sacrifices through my website.

Many years ago a Baby girl was born on 1st April 1978 in middle class family at Goriar. Her Father(my Maternal Grandfather) name is Maheshwar Singh who is a farmer by his occupation and Her Mother(my Maternal Grandmother) name is Pushpa Devi is a housewife.My Maternal Grandfather had 2 daughters;The younger one is “Neelam Devi”(My Mausi) & the younger one is “Kumkum Kumari”(My Mother). They all use live in village Goriar Thana Tikapatti of district Purnea.In their childhood days my mother and mausi were very naughty specially maa.

My Mother was very much focussed towards her studies.she completed her 10th with 1st division in year 1992 from Prabwati Gupta High school,Motihari.Everybody was so proud that her daughter cleared the 10th board with 1st division.During Her studies,She got married which disturbed her a lot in her studied & she failed to give the 12th final examination.

It was Arrange Marriage with Dinesh Kumar Singh(my Father) in 1996.I never seen him but as much I listen about him from my mother he was a nice person and he love me and my mother so much.THEN_ _ _ I was born on 27th Feb 1998.It was the day of great joy for our whole family specially for my mother and father.Many up and down come in my mother and father’s life but they always stand together in their worst and best time.

My mother wished to do her further studies which was denied on saying that daughter in law never go outside for studies;their main purpose is to do household works.She accepted it silently just for me and my father.From her childhood day she was not so much interested in cooking food,but she has to sacrifices with it.She was treated like a servant at his laws house.she cooked for atleast 7/8 people per day but my grandmother(dadi) never respected her.she always insulted her & torture her on saying that this type of worst food is not even given to our animal and you are serving it to us.My mother never got any love from my grandmother which every girl expect.My grandmother was so jealous to my mother that whenever my papa went to my maternal grandfather’s house they thought that my maternal grandfather and grandmother was provoking my father towards them and due to that my grandmother tortured my mother every single day;but my maa never said a word because she was taught that now your husband’s family is your own family.love them,respect them like us.never try to hurt them.

My mother always loved and treat my Bua(father’s sister) as a sister but they never followed any relation with my mother. Bua had relation only with my mother’s saree,jewellers etc. Even in my aunty’s(mausi) marriage Bua left not even a single piece of saree for my mother.My mother took a saree from my maternal grandmother then she attend ed the marriage of her own sister.My maternal grandfather had requested them millions of time to come and bless his daughter but my grandmother(dadi) refused it & at last my Buas come to attend the marriage to do the formalities only.

After One Year Another Happiness arrived in our Life.My little princess my Sister came to our home on 1999. Each and every person was so happy on that day except my grandmother’s family member .As she was a girl no body of my Grandmother’s house was happy but she was a Barbie doll for me, maa & papa.we were very happy in our small world.

But suddenly it was like everything is finished.Life had stuck at one point.My little sister had passed away due to high fever.My mother and father’s life was stuck at one point.My mother and father both were recovering from that incident. After few months in 1999 my mother got the news that my father is no more.She was broken into pieces.Now She had to lead her mountanious life alone with his(my father) memories only.Few days passed away at that time i was only one and half years old it was very hard for me to understand the situation of my mother.After this another incident my mother had become like a human without a sense {unconscious} at that point of time she want to ruined her life,but when she saw me infront of her eyes she found a reason to live.

When everyone was emotionally broken and don’t know what was going on in our life;my maternal grandfather(nana ji)controlled his emotion and stood like a pillar and give strength to my mother to start a new life for me……………………………………..BUT…………………………………...............GOD was so cruel at that time, beyond all these my mother also blamed for the death of my father.My mother was broken initially.My grandmother(dadi) separated me from my mother on saying that when she will completely recover from all these situation and incident then she can take me back then my grandmother took me with her and i was separated from my mother.i was at grandmother’s house and mother was at her father(nana g) house.I was said to call my bua as my mother and my mother as bua. As i was just 2 years old,i was not able to recognise what was happening in my life and my mother’s life.

“At the age when child holds the finger of his father and plays with him I was in police custody and loosing my childhood”.I was very helpless without my mother,my mother try her level best to get me because I was the only reason for her happiness.One sudden day police arrived with their search warrant and started searching me in my grandmother’s(dadi) house but they still lied that i am not with them;they had caged me in a box.This level of mental pressure for a child is too much to got mad but it was the only result of my mother’s love that i was fine and police got me.After that I was handed to my mother and after that my mother refused to live with them again .During this period of time my mother completed my 12th board in year 2000.

Here begins the turning point of our life.After lots of sacrifices my mother got the same job at the place of my father.Once again the path of happiness turns towards my mother’s life.My maternal grandfather,me and my mother started to live in a rent house.After a few days my maternal grandmother was called from village because when my mother joined office she was facing problems in handling the office and house both.In her office My mother got a best friend (Neelam).She supported my mother a lot.

My uncle(chacha g) started threaten to my mother mentally.He tried to disturbed her mentally.but my maternal grandfather handled everything.My grandmother(dadi) asked for a share in my mother’s salary but my mother replied that I had already left my shared in your property.I don’t even want a pinch(ek tinka) of it but sorry i have to look after my family.If you want to came and stay with me i am very happy with that but sorry i can’t give you a share in my salary.

After few year on 17th june 2005 my janeu ceremony was going to happen.I asked my mother to invite our grandmother’s (dadi) family but she totally refused it.when my maternal grandfather talked to my mother then she agreed to take me to my grandmother’s(dadi) house.so that I can invite them myself.I was very much excited with this.

when I reached my grandmother’s house my uncle opened the door.I bent down to take blessings but he stepped back that was the first time when i realised that why my mother was refusing me but i still invited them all with same respect and returned back home.The behaviour of my uncle hurt me deeply which i can’t forget ever. “The janeu ceremony day arrive.It was a very special day for my mother.she was very happy and my mother knew that no one of my grandmother’s family will came and blessed me but I still had a hope that remained unfulfilled.

No one from my grandmother’s family came except one of my fufa ji. My fufa ji informed us that my uncle had warned everybody that if anyone of our family will go there then he will shoot him/her then we came to know the reason why none of my grandmother family member attend my janeu ceremony.But I was very happy at that time because I came to know the truth at the right time of my life.

After that incident a huge gap formed between me and my grandmother’s family,After living for 17years in the same house on rent,by the blessing of my big brother laddu gopal and hard labour of my mother and by the support of my maternal grandfather and grandmother our own home is completely ready in year 2017 and we shifted there. During this time i completed my 10th,12th from Purnea and currently i am pursuing my B-tech degree from jalandhar punjab.

whatever,whoever I am today is just because of my mother,my maternal grandfather and maternal grandmother. Maa you are a strong women and i love you for it.

You are my maa,best friend,my teacher,my mentor,my advisor and my first girl friend.Maa,nana,nani thank you for your all unconditional love,bondless patience,amazing wormth and endless support.you all made my whole life a beautiful happy story.you are my everything maa ,nana ,nani no matter how bad I felt and how many unpleasant situation I expierenced,you were always there.you always understand ,support and console me. You managed to turn this black and white world into a fairy tale for me.

I LOVE U MAA,NANA,NANI And all my friends who always supported me in my tough times and motivates me to do well in my life special thanks to my mama shree Amit kumar sharma,Gaurav sharma & Deepak sharma for their unconditional support and love for me.some of my best friends who always stand with me in my good and bad times(pritam kumar,Rinku kumari singh,vinit kumar,Anuj kumar and all my dear friends.Special thanks to Manoj kumar mishra and Sarla mishra who always support to our family in every situation.Thanks for ur love and care.

This is my story till now ……………………………………..stay tuned…For further story with my website

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