I was tired, angry and frustrated. And I had my reasons.
No, I am not the type of guy who keeps complaining about every little thing in
life, but when dreams do not get fulfilled, it does hurt, very badly.
As days and weeks passed by, the wait was proving to
be an unending one. Jobs interviews were turning out to be an irritating
affair, and with every passing failure, my confidence was diminishing bit by
bit. When would destiny smile on me? When would I be able to hear the precious
words ‘You are selected’?
I had neither a clue, nor an idea as to what to do next.
I stopped talking to people, my family and my friends. I stayed locked in my
room, all day, contemplating about what life has to offer. Was this my fate?
When would the sun rise?
Another failed interview and I was on my way back home.
It was a hot May afternoon, and I was thirsty. I stopped outside a road side
stall where lime water was available for a few rupees. A little boy, who was
probably in his early teens, manned the shop.
I asked for a glass of cold lime water. He obliged and I
paid him. He then pointed towards his left, where a food stall stood, asking me
if I wanted anything to eat. Towards his right, I also noticed an ice cream cart.
“Do you manage all these three shops all by yourself?”
“Yes Sir,” he said.
“But what about your parents? They should send you to
school. They can take care of these shops.”
He was silent for a few minutes, and then replied, “Sir,
my father is blind. My mother is sick and weak. I cannot let them work in such
conditions. I am their only child, the light of their future. I have big
dreams, for me and my parents. But we are born poor. We cannot afford medical
facilities. Hospitals charge a lot. How can I get the money? The only way is to
work, and that’s what I am doing. I go to morning school, and then work from
afternoon to night, saving whatever little I can. I will be a doctor when I
grow up, treating my parents, and every poor person in this country free of
cost.”
I was taken aback by his firm resoluteness. Here I was, wondering
about job interviews, sitting in my leisurely home, having all the basic needs
of life, and yet stooping down with minor failures. On the other hand, this
little child had a smile on his face inspite of facing such hardships and
struggle at such an early age. When I was in my teens the only worry used to be
regarding my mathematics home work, but this kid was handling personal turmoil
each and every day.
Suddenly, out of the blue, he asked, “Are you upset about
your life, Sir?”
I was numb. I nodded.
He smiled again, and said, “Don’t be. Life actually moves
in a rhythm. After every low, comes a high, and vice versa. You might be
experiencing a bad time now, but tomorrow will be a new day, a new dawn. Trust
me Sir, life isn’t as bad as it seems. There are people who are worse affected
than you and me. But we have to go on. If we don’t move through the dark, how
can we come out in the light?”
His words left me amazed, a small child talking like a
sage. “What’s your name, boy?” I asked.
The smile never left his face throughout our conversation,
“My friends call me Chhotu. My parents have named me Swapn. They say I will fulfill
their dream, someday.”
“So you will,” tears welled in my eyes. I left the place
before he could see me cry. However, these were not tears of grief or sorrow,
but instead they denoted a fresh enthusiasm and a mystical feeling of peace. I
felt an ambiance of optimism all around me. People have struggles, but that’s
what makes them strong. I decided to work harder, with renewed vigor. I sensed
that good times are near, and they will approach soon.
Next month I got a job in a big multi national firm. My
dreams were finally taking shape. After a month of joining, I was transferred
to another city where I worked hard and grew higher up in my career.
A few years later, on one of my visits to my hometown, I
was walking down the same path where I had met that boy on a sultry May
afternoon. He was nowhere to be seen. His stall too was not there. I walked
towards a neighboring shop and asked about the whereabouts of Swapn.
“Ah chhotu. Sir he has made us all so proud. He was
offered a meritorious scholarship by the Government and has joined a medical
college. Very soon he will be a doctor,” the shop owner beamed with pride.
I smiled, I laughed, and danced. Life indeed is about
courage, strength, hope and optimism. Do not be scared of the dark. Instead,
endure the pain, ‘cause the light isn’t too far ahead.
I looked up to the skies. The heavens rained in joy,
drenching me and the world in new promises of tomorrow.
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