Not more that 500 metres away..... from the Railway station..."Nauu".................... is his Home..
Yeah... his home.. where he grew up, around the trees....fields.... Aahar(embankment of nearby canal)...
Those days are still fresh..and looked like its just another day and he is still a part....an important one...
He took few more steps.. and there he is... karpuuri's well.. The dreaded!!!
.. Mom had never scolded him... but the moment she gets to know about his presence near the well... It was as if heaven's gonna fall... and yeah.. how can he forget.... once he was caressed with the STICK too.... Ha Ha... ..He smiled.....
It was his ninth b'day when ShivShankar--his childhood friend told him.. that his father died in the same well... ShivShankar had heard his father once ... "is karpuria ke kuen ne Malti ke sari ka rang chheen liya hai.. We wont be bringing water from that well.."" Malti- our hero's mother never ever wanted his kid to even know about the well...
After knowing this he never took that path...absolutely never...
.......He just passed by... with a smile on his face... SMILE????
yeah.. he too got amused.. How could he smile ?? .....Yeah.... Smile after seeing the ill-fated Well.....
It happens.....
... and that too with everybody..................Some times the Connection with the Old blurrs the difference between the memories.... Good or Bad..
Nostalgia... to be precise.. He was overwhelmed....
He...Just sat near the well....and tried to peep into it..as if trying to figure out... . He took a nearby Khaprail..(part of thatched roof in villages) and threw it in the well..
WAVES... He thought the waves sometimes took the shape of a face.. human face...
"I must move on"...he thought..but was perturbed....Y he's feeling the urge to sit more here.... Y the tears- the reason for which is not clear...- is rolling down his cheeks..
He stood at once and left for his house...but not before touching the ring of Well as if paying obiescnece .....
Slideshow began with each forward step...
His mother had taken care of him after his father's death... She worked as Maid in several houses...and for extended hours---- to give him whatever he wanted.....
Best clothes.. Best Schooling.. Best....Best.......simply everything best.......
But Y these things did'nt fall in the category of even Better that time....
Tears again rolled out... He was so mean... Always complaining .. "Amma--- My friends bring Roasted Cashew for lunch.... I too need that....
And the poor lady... brought some Nuts... and two-three Cashew's which were looking as toppings....
And still he could not keep his friends amused .. because they could COUNT his Cashews...
""AMMAAA..........." He again sat and cried .... Scorching Sun was at its best.. but something else was burning more severely in his heart..
Crying over something 20 year old......Whats the use?????
Because the very day he had scolded his mother....."Amma,,,, Can't u bring more?? My friends taunted me....
What beta??? She asked...
Mumma... They said.. Why did I bring Two extra? Am I not going to have dinner?
Two souls... sobbing... over something...which meant NOTHING for some and A LOT for some...
few more steps...
He met his old Pal..... The Mango tree...
Whenever he felt low... He used to sit on its branches.. playing with leaves... having mangoes...
Once he fell down and his new school bag.... ..
and new school shirt.....
It took the whole night... for Amma to stitch them...
and later when he came back from school.. came to know Mother .. has lost her job in one of the houses..
as she was awake whole night and that took its toll.. one of the expensive flower pots.. got broken... and she was fired....
But She didnt even let him know the hardships.. He now could remember .. Amma's ring... was not there the next day.. but he could proudly announce his mates that he got a remote control toy on his b'day.
The days passed on...
He got Scholarship... State award and then being meritorious..one NGO sponsored his higher studies...
and he got selected in IIT's... then got into IIM and then... Bangalore....
They promised.. him a package of Rs.9 lacs per annum..
Got married.. to an MBBS Dr.. and had a kid...
His senior had assured him.. that the Village people hates the city life.. they are happy with their trees,cows cowdung... and Your mother is not going to come here.... Let her be at the place where her husband lived her last breath...
and he accepted..... Y????
And he had just sent letters to her...
as if she had loved him.. cared for him.. nursed him........................for LETTERS....
and she never complained...
Y did she never complain?????? and he is no less than a demon... who always wanted to bury the past... because he didnt want any of his friends to COUNT his PAST!!!!!.........
He could see his house.. and there she is ... AMMA...
NO.. she's not Amma....she is some one else......
But the old lady came ... and Said ''Chhotu..........
He recognized the voice and could not speak anything.......she is his MOTHER.....
she recognized him and he cannot.....
because she could even recognize him when he was in her womb.... 4 nine months.....
and for a SON like him it was no more than a Transit camp.....
And will anyone ask the lady.. Y she's behaving as if God has come to her house...
the white sari... is more a broom than being a sari....
Where is Shikha??? Chhotu......
His wife is still at the station and had refused to walk.. Her ORDER was clear.. if his Mother wants to see her .. she has to come to the station....so he could not say anything...and left alone for his house....
he sat on a peedha(wooden object for sitting in villages) and Amma opened a jar where there was in plenty... Cashews... and said .. Chhotu.. u just have it.. Kal ke geele chwaal hain.. Let me bring some chhanchur(Salted Mixture) and she left hurriedly...
It was heavy on him.... HEAVY ...
He decided... to bring Shikha and his kid to his mother.. He had given no happiness to his mother... and this time he has no answer for Shikha's absence...The MAN in him took over ...
He just left the place..... took the geele chwal in a polythene and left.. to bring her
But .......
It took him 500 metres and nearly and hour ...and The Whizkid of Banglore did not muster any courage to tell her domineering wife to come along...
They boarded.. the train.... Wife was continuously murmuring against the use of traversing this distance ..
and she said ..What's this????
and threw that polythene out of the window....... Train was about to leave the the station..
The stone faced .. our hero... stood up and said ... M just coming from Washroom...
Two more stations passed by...
and he was yet to arrive...
Later her co-passenger confirmed he deboarded two stations back....
She too deboarded... seething with anger.....and reached "Nauu"""
Her MAN-THE HUSBAND... was having something from a torn polythene.. and Crying loudly......as he was also trying to save the polythene from two stray dogs...
and the DOMINEERING WIFE....could see
some thrown coins before him....
Yeah... his home.. where he grew up, around the trees....fields.... Aahar(embankment of nearby canal)...
Those days are still fresh..and looked like its just another day and he is still a part....an important one...
He took few more steps.. and there he is... karpuuri's well.. The dreaded!!!
.. Mom had never scolded him... but the moment she gets to know about his presence near the well... It was as if heaven's gonna fall... and yeah.. how can he forget.... once he was caressed with the STICK too.... Ha Ha... ..He smiled.....
It was his ninth b'day when ShivShankar--his childhood friend told him.. that his father died in the same well... ShivShankar had heard his father once ... "is karpuria ke kuen ne Malti ke sari ka rang chheen liya hai.. We wont be bringing water from that well.."" Malti- our hero's mother never ever wanted his kid to even know about the well...
After knowing this he never took that path...absolutely never...
.......He just passed by... with a smile on his face... SMILE????
yeah.. he too got amused.. How could he smile ?? .....Yeah.... Smile after seeing the ill-fated Well.....
It happens.....
... and that too with everybody..................Some times the Connection with the Old blurrs the difference between the memories.... Good or Bad..
Nostalgia... to be precise.. He was overwhelmed....
He...Just sat near the well....and tried to peep into it..as if trying to figure out... . He took a nearby Khaprail..(part of thatched roof in villages) and threw it in the well..
WAVES... He thought the waves sometimes took the shape of a face.. human face...
"I must move on"...he thought..but was perturbed....Y he's feeling the urge to sit more here.... Y the tears- the reason for which is not clear...- is rolling down his cheeks..
He stood at once and left for his house...but not before touching the ring of Well as if paying obiescnece .....
Slideshow began with each forward step...
His mother had taken care of him after his father's death... She worked as Maid in several houses...and for extended hours---- to give him whatever he wanted.....
Best clothes.. Best Schooling.. Best....Best.......simply everything best.......
But Y these things did'nt fall in the category of even Better that time....
Tears again rolled out... He was so mean... Always complaining .. "Amma--- My friends bring Roasted Cashew for lunch.... I too need that....
And the poor lady... brought some Nuts... and two-three Cashew's which were looking as toppings....
And still he could not keep his friends amused .. because they could COUNT his Cashews...
""AMMAAA..........." He again sat and cried .... Scorching Sun was at its best.. but something else was burning more severely in his heart..
Crying over something 20 year old......Whats the use?????
Because the very day he had scolded his mother....."Amma,,,, Can't u bring more?? My friends taunted me....
What beta??? She asked...
Mumma... They said.. Why did I bring Two extra? Am I not going to have dinner?
Two souls... sobbing... over something...which meant NOTHING for some and A LOT for some...
few more steps...
He met his old Pal..... The Mango tree...
Whenever he felt low... He used to sit on its branches.. playing with leaves... having mangoes...
Once he fell down and his new school bag.... ..
and new school shirt.....
It took the whole night... for Amma to stitch them...
and later when he came back from school.. came to know Mother .. has lost her job in one of the houses..
as she was awake whole night and that took its toll.. one of the expensive flower pots.. got broken... and she was fired....
But She didnt even let him know the hardships.. He now could remember .. Amma's ring... was not there the next day.. but he could proudly announce his mates that he got a remote control toy on his b'day.
The days passed on...
He got Scholarship... State award and then being meritorious..one NGO sponsored his higher studies...
and he got selected in IIT's... then got into IIM and then... Bangalore....
They promised.. him a package of Rs.9 lacs per annum..
Got married.. to an MBBS Dr.. and had a kid...
His senior had assured him.. that the Village people hates the city life.. they are happy with their trees,cows cowdung... and Your mother is not going to come here.... Let her be at the place where her husband lived her last breath...
and he accepted..... Y????
And he had just sent letters to her...
as if she had loved him.. cared for him.. nursed him........................for LETTERS....
and she never complained...
Y did she never complain?????? and he is no less than a demon... who always wanted to bury the past... because he didnt want any of his friends to COUNT his PAST!!!!!.........
He could see his house.. and there she is ... AMMA...
NO.. she's not Amma....she is some one else......
But the old lady came ... and Said ''Chhotu..........
He recognized the voice and could not speak anything.......she is his MOTHER.....
she recognized him and he cannot.....
because she could even recognize him when he was in her womb.... 4 nine months.....
and for a SON like him it was no more than a Transit camp.....
And will anyone ask the lady.. Y she's behaving as if God has come to her house...
the white sari... is more a broom than being a sari....
Where is Shikha??? Chhotu......
His wife is still at the station and had refused to walk.. Her ORDER was clear.. if his Mother wants to see her .. she has to come to the station....so he could not say anything...and left alone for his house....
he sat on a peedha(wooden object for sitting in villages) and Amma opened a jar where there was in plenty... Cashews... and said .. Chhotu.. u just have it.. Kal ke geele chwaal hain.. Let me bring some chhanchur(Salted Mixture) and she left hurriedly...
It was heavy on him.... HEAVY ...
He decided... to bring Shikha and his kid to his mother.. He had given no happiness to his mother... and this time he has no answer for Shikha's absence...The MAN in him took over ...
He just left the place..... took the geele chwal in a polythene and left.. to bring her
But .......
It took him 500 metres and nearly and hour ...and The Whizkid of Banglore did not muster any courage to tell her domineering wife to come along...
They boarded.. the train.... Wife was continuously murmuring against the use of traversing this distance ..
and she said ..What's this????
and threw that polythene out of the window....... Train was about to leave the the station..
The stone faced .. our hero... stood up and said ... M just coming from Washroom...
Two more stations passed by...
and he was yet to arrive...
Later her co-passenger confirmed he deboarded two stations back....
She too deboarded... seething with anger.....and reached "Nauu"""
Her MAN-THE HUSBAND... was having something from a torn polythene.. and Crying loudly......as he was also trying to save the polythene from two stray dogs...
and the DOMINEERING WIFE....could see
some thrown coins before him....
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