December 15, 1999
Though Dinesh was not near his words and questions were still in my mind. They were still haunting me..‘Why don’t you believe in anyone, Hari? What made you to be so?’
‘I am sorry, Dinu for not answering your question. But what could I do? Whatever I suffered in my life let it be for myself. I don’t want to tell anyone because thereafter even they might lose their belief in others.
Childhood days will always be golden days for everyone most of the times. But for me it was not like that, Dinu. It was an experience, which I may never forget. Most of the kids will come out of School and will go to play when they are 6 years old. But I was going to the hospital everyday for almost 8 months to meet my Dad. My sister was just 3 years old and my brother was just 8.My father was the one and only one person who was earning hand in our family. I hope you can understand how hard it would be for a family to spend days without any income for 8 months. But it was my Mom who beared all. Keeping a big hope in her heart and bearing everything she taught me the lesson how a mother should be. Some one had said truly. “God cannot be everywhere therefore he made mothers.”
Till today my Mom is everything to me!
My memory moved back to the year 1987.
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As my dad was an electrician by profession, he had got a big offer by a lawyer for his newly building bungalow. As always my dad used to spend the money for the required equipments and other things, as he used to get it back once the work gets finish. But this new offer really turned as nightmare for our family.
My Dad easily believes anyone. This time too he had believed. But it was a big project and it was quite hard for my dad to adjust the money. He had kept all the jewels of our house in a bank as he had no other way and completed the building work. But when he went to get the money back from the owner he showed his real nature by threatening my Dad.
My dad was shocked, as it was totally new to him. My dad is very respectful person in the entire area. If something happens he takes into his heart very soon since he is very sensitive. The lawyer threatened by saying that he would inform police if my dad comes again for the money and he would put him in a jail. I don’t know what and all he said then. But I heard my dad once while he was telling to my Mom, ‘He will not leave us to live. Today only I came to know about his real nature, what kind of a person he is. Our life is in danger... he is so cheap. May not leave us. Before that we will commit suicide.’
My mom consoled and said, ‘Don’t worry. Just think about our kids. If we suicide who are there for them. What will happen to them?’
‘We will admit them to orphan’s school.’
I was shocked when I heard those words.
The next day when we came back from the school we realised that my Dad was admitted to the hospital because he had took more than 40sleeping tablets.
The each and everything what we had undergone in the hospital is still in front of eyes. My mom did not even have 10 Rs in her hand. Only I know how much she struggled to maintain the whole family. Only I know how many times she shed tears feeling all alone to bring my Dad back to his normal position. Only I know how much she suffered each and everyday, each and every minute throughout those eight months.
1987, thus remained an unforgettable year for me. The first big blow, which I had got in my life. My dad trusted everyone. This incident made me to set my mind for the bitter fact of life. ‘Don’t believe anyone!’
The invisible wall within me found its strongest foundation to keep myself away by this mean world.
1987, Vijaya Hospital made its permanent mark on my mind. Such a mark which cannot be erased so easily.
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I came back to the present world. Almost 12 years later after that incident. It’s 1999. Both years cannot be forgotten easily. If 1987 was one of the tragedies then 1999 was as funny because of this Sadhu’s words but at least I found that I was in search of someone…very interesting. Time looked like flying. I hope the next 6 years too would fly and would decide whether 1999 would remain as funniest year if that Sadhu’s word did not come true. Let me see. Anyhow why should I trust the Sadhu and think about him?
I tried to keep him away by my mind but I could not. Why? Why? Is it because he read my mind and showed me what I was in search of?
When I thought of the hospital, suddenly I started to think about my story’s heroine entry. How she should enter. As I always think something different, this time too I thought my heroine should come to the city for her sister’s delivery at the hospital. Then what about hero’s? Then again reminded that he resembles my imaginary best friend. And according to that Sadhu there will be more than 40 similarities between my friend and me. But how it can be?
Whether he meant that my friend has one head and I too. He has two hands and samw with me. His hair is black and mine too. Who knows? Must be fooling.
But I never knew that the both years, which I marked, remained as unforgettable in my imaginary friend’s life too. The first similarity! Right from the hospital name!
That time I did not know that, my dad recovered within 8 months but there was someone who was struggling very badly for the next 3 years and was bedridden all those days!!!
In 1987, at Vijay hospital he met a person who turned as his life’s best friend in future! But in 1987, at Vijay hospital I decided to keep myself far away by this world in future!
As 1987, Vijaya Hospital made its permanent mark on my mind same way there it made a mark in his life too, which could not be erased!
As 1999 showed me the thing, which I was in search of, same way on the other hand it showed him the success for which he was struggling for 10years!
Fate sometime brings such dramatic situations in our life, which is more dramatic than movies.
How true!
Without this knowledge I was thinking about how to make hero’s entry in my story.
A real play of fate! An inerasable permanent mark in our life!
*********************
Though Dinesh was not near his words and questions were still in my mind. They were still haunting me..‘Why don’t you believe in anyone, Hari? What made you to be so?’
‘I am sorry, Dinu for not answering your question. But what could I do? Whatever I suffered in my life let it be for myself. I don’t want to tell anyone because thereafter even they might lose their belief in others.
Childhood days will always be golden days for everyone most of the times. But for me it was not like that, Dinu. It was an experience, which I may never forget. Most of the kids will come out of School and will go to play when they are 6 years old. But I was going to the hospital everyday for almost 8 months to meet my Dad. My sister was just 3 years old and my brother was just 8.My father was the one and only one person who was earning hand in our family. I hope you can understand how hard it would be for a family to spend days without any income for 8 months. But it was my Mom who beared all. Keeping a big hope in her heart and bearing everything she taught me the lesson how a mother should be. Some one had said truly. “God cannot be everywhere therefore he made mothers.”
Till today my Mom is everything to me!
My memory moved back to the year 1987.
***********************
As my dad was an electrician by profession, he had got a big offer by a lawyer for his newly building bungalow. As always my dad used to spend the money for the required equipments and other things, as he used to get it back once the work gets finish. But this new offer really turned as nightmare for our family.
My Dad easily believes anyone. This time too he had believed. But it was a big project and it was quite hard for my dad to adjust the money. He had kept all the jewels of our house in a bank as he had no other way and completed the building work. But when he went to get the money back from the owner he showed his real nature by threatening my Dad.
My dad was shocked, as it was totally new to him. My dad is very respectful person in the entire area. If something happens he takes into his heart very soon since he is very sensitive. The lawyer threatened by saying that he would inform police if my dad comes again for the money and he would put him in a jail. I don’t know what and all he said then. But I heard my dad once while he was telling to my Mom, ‘He will not leave us to live. Today only I came to know about his real nature, what kind of a person he is. Our life is in danger... he is so cheap. May not leave us. Before that we will commit suicide.’
My mom consoled and said, ‘Don’t worry. Just think about our kids. If we suicide who are there for them. What will happen to them?’
‘We will admit them to orphan’s school.’
I was shocked when I heard those words.
The next day when we came back from the school we realised that my Dad was admitted to the hospital because he had took more than 40sleeping tablets.
The each and everything what we had undergone in the hospital is still in front of eyes. My mom did not even have 10 Rs in her hand. Only I know how much she struggled to maintain the whole family. Only I know how many times she shed tears feeling all alone to bring my Dad back to his normal position. Only I know how much she suffered each and everyday, each and every minute throughout those eight months.
1987, thus remained an unforgettable year for me. The first big blow, which I had got in my life. My dad trusted everyone. This incident made me to set my mind for the bitter fact of life. ‘Don’t believe anyone!’
The invisible wall within me found its strongest foundation to keep myself away by this mean world.
1987, Vijaya Hospital made its permanent mark on my mind. Such a mark which cannot be erased so easily.
**************************
I came back to the present world. Almost 12 years later after that incident. It’s 1999. Both years cannot be forgotten easily. If 1987 was one of the tragedies then 1999 was as funny because of this Sadhu’s words but at least I found that I was in search of someone…very interesting. Time looked like flying. I hope the next 6 years too would fly and would decide whether 1999 would remain as funniest year if that Sadhu’s word did not come true. Let me see. Anyhow why should I trust the Sadhu and think about him?
I tried to keep him away by my mind but I could not. Why? Why? Is it because he read my mind and showed me what I was in search of?
When I thought of the hospital, suddenly I started to think about my story’s heroine entry. How she should enter. As I always think something different, this time too I thought my heroine should come to the city for her sister’s delivery at the hospital. Then what about hero’s? Then again reminded that he resembles my imaginary best friend. And according to that Sadhu there will be more than 40 similarities between my friend and me. But how it can be?
Whether he meant that my friend has one head and I too. He has two hands and samw with me. His hair is black and mine too. Who knows? Must be fooling.
But I never knew that the both years, which I marked, remained as unforgettable in my imaginary friend’s life too. The first similarity! Right from the hospital name!
That time I did not know that, my dad recovered within 8 months but there was someone who was struggling very badly for the next 3 years and was bedridden all those days!!!
In 1987, at Vijay hospital he met a person who turned as his life’s best friend in future! But in 1987, at Vijay hospital I decided to keep myself far away by this world in future!
As 1987, Vijaya Hospital made its permanent mark on my mind same way there it made a mark in his life too, which could not be erased!
As 1999 showed me the thing, which I was in search of, same way on the other hand it showed him the success for which he was struggling for 10years!
Fate sometime brings such dramatic situations in our life, which is more dramatic than movies.
How true!
Without this knowledge I was thinking about how to make hero’s entry in my story.
A real play of fate! An inerasable permanent mark in our life!
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"Fate sometime brings such dramatic situations in our life, which is more dramatic than movies." - PERFECTLY TRUE!
ReplyDeleteyou are connecting the timelines in a very smooth way, 1987,1999 and the present with a story to be written!
Really reminds me of what I used to write those days in Tamil, which I left half-way!