“Dashrat Manjhi – The Man Who Moved a Mountain”
By Brandsandu.com
Dashrat Manji was a landless farmer from India who used basic tools to pave the way for his community when the government refused to make history for more than 20 years.
He was a symbol of perseverance and dedication, because he worked tirelessly for 22 years, leading the way. The story of Dashrat Manji inspires us to fight tirelessly and pursue our dreams no matter what happens.
If you are looking for motivation then no story would be more inspiring than Dashrat Manji’s. 53 years ago, he started laying a 1-meter-long path on the rocky slope alone, making it easier for his peers to enter schools, markets, and residents of neighboring villages.
“ For centuries, this mountain has brought us nothing but anger and pain. Not long ago, Manji from India said that people kept asking the government to find the right way to cross the mountain, but no one paid any attention, so I decided to do it myself. His death from Cancer was in Techelka 2007. Legends used chisels, hammers, and shovels to transform a once dangerous one-foot-wide passage into a 90-meter-wide, 30-foot-long, and 30-meter-wide passage. The next market; children must walk 5 miles to go to school, but because Dashrat Manji’s skills are reduced to 3 kilometers, it is now used by people in more than 60 villages every day.”
But what makes a person want to accomplish such a difficult task? For Dash, this is love for his wife. “My wife, Faguni Devi, was seriously injured while crossing the mountain to fetch me water. So I worked on a farm across the mountain. I decided to take the right path across the mountain that day,” the farmer said. Unfortunately, once she fell ill after an accident because she could not, his beloved wife could not see the fruits of her labor. The tragic loss would only force this ambitious man to focus more on his work. The villagers remind you to remember Saw him “climbing like a man who is obsessed by night and day”. But over the years, his motives have changed. “My love for my wife was the first spark that made me want to pave the way, but over the years I have been forced to work fearlessly; this is the desire of thousands of villagers to cross the road. They want,” Mann Ji said in an interview.
Although you want people to join and help those who work for the entire community, Dashrat Manji does not. At first, people laughed at him, saying that he was crazy for taking on such a huge task, but as time went on, this determined farmer kept splitting the problem in half, and he began to ask for help. “Although most of the villagers laughed at me at first, many people later supported me, gave me food, and helped me buy tools,” he recalled. Now, all residents of the Geski area are grateful to this “miner” who made their lives easier.
His achievements have never been recognized by the Indian government, only a government grave after his death in 2007. “Everything I do is obvious to all. When God is with you, nothing can stop you”-Dashrat Manji. Once said: “I am not afraid of the government punishing my work, I am not interested in government honor.” It took him 22 years to complete his mission, but this made him immortal…
In July 2010, director Manish Jha announced the film Manji adapted from the life of Dashrat Manji. This movie was produced by Sanjay Singh, who previously produced “Udaan” (2010). The story of Dashrat Manji appeared on Amir Khan’s Satyamev Jayate show. Sedici plays the leading role in the mountain man based on Manji’s life. In Jayazirta’s Kannada film Mandara, the newcomer Srikanth plays the role of Dashrat Manji and inspires young heroes to love.
Some immeasurable lessons of this legend
Do not panic when measuring the whole problem at once; instead, he begins to take his small steps step by step, encounters difficulties, and then releases step by step. Long-term and hard thinking about a seemingly insurmountable and impossible task is meaningless; no one completes it in one step. The most important thing is the small steps you take to reach your goals. So focus on your homework and calculate carefully.
“The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it.” ― Molière
Patience is the greatest virtue leading to success. Dashrat Manji has been crossing this hill for 22 years. His patience gave him the courage to overcome extreme pain, frustration, disappointment, and personal loss.
“Patience. A minor form of despair disguised as a virtue.” Ambrose Bierce
Dreams are impossible! Dashrat Manji dreams of crossing two arrogant and dangerous rocky hills. According to this plan, he completed the work and realized his dream. This is a legend, it teaches us to dream the impossible. Work, an almost impossible task seems to be much easier tomorrow.
“Whether an idea becomes a reality or not, does not depend so much on whether it is possible — but on how great the desire for it is.” ― Edmond Danken Sailer
Attitude is very important! When you collapse in the face of difficulties, do not blame the difficulties; it is not the difficulties, but the attitude that frustrates you. If Dashratmanji can overcome adversity, it is his attitude that enables him to focus and move forward.
“Attitude is a little thing that makes a big difference.” ― Winston Churchill
Keep a positive attitude! Your positive thoughts and words motivate you to achieve your goals and your own values.
“Keep your thoughts positive because your thoughts become your words. Keep your words positive because your words become your behavior. Keep your behavior positive because your behavior becomes your habit. Keep your habits positive because your habits become your values. Keep your values positive because your values become your destiny.” ― Mahatma Gandhi
If people call you a madman and a madman because of your unique ideas, don’t be discouraged. The same people value, nurture, and explain your story to motivate you to successfully pursue your plan. When Dashrat Manji started to implement his plan, people called him a lunatic and prevented him from becoming an impossible person, but the same people appreciated him and used his way of working.
“Never let your head hang down. Never give up and sit down and grieve. Find another way. And don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.” Richard M. Nixon
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