AN ANGRY WRITER REPENTS……….

Today I genuinely repent. I repent because I scolded a young girl and she cried. I caused someone cry and now I feel horribly guilty. I did not commit suicide but I felt suicide-like suffocation……..Those hot lava-like tears from an injured heart snatched my spark.

All know that it is a deadly sin to hurt the sentiments of a fellow human being because all human tears have their roots in a bruised heart. I knew the simple truth but I became a fool. My anger made me an absolute fool. I got intoxicated with the opium of superiority and was mad with ANGER. My tongue spoke faster than my mind and conscience was thrown to the ditch. 

ANGER is one word short of ‘DANGER’.

It was too late when I realized my failing. Apologetically, I hugged the girl, consoled her, and wiped her tears. She told me that she was alright. But the matter did not end here. Wherever I went I saw her crying face haunting me like a demon. Her tearful eyes and anguished expressions attested HOW BAD I AM. I was eaten up internally. And I could not be at peace. I lost my balance. I lost my balance because humanity and love are the foundation of a happy life but today I had given a death blow to my roots. And the result was a restless, haunted, ghoulish, hollow man. The clear life-enriching waters of a divine spring called CONSCIENCE was embittered with the POISON of ANGER. 

AND THE ABOVE FEW LINES ARE AN ATTEMPT TO PURIFY THE CONSCIENCE ANEW………..by the writer himself.

The heart is a bloody think

UNINTERRUPTED TEARS OF UNIVERSAL BROTHERHOOD

He is my colleague. 

That day he came into the office out of the rain. He was wet but I embraced him with an open heart and a warm welcoming smile. My emotions were running high because, yesterday, I had read an article on the universal Fatherhood of a loving God and the universal Brotherhood of human beings. I attempted just to put that great ideal into practice. I mean, I wanted to be a little human.  

The effect was wonderful!

He also smiled and was grateful for my gesture of love. We sat together for a while. Now, he opened up his box of miseries (a common tendency among all to tell your woes when we are around listening ears). And he told me that he was unwell and had caught a terrible flu but he had to come to the office because the boss was relentless. And the worst thing was that he had been also infected with conjunctivitis. I saw her swollen red eyes and felt sad. I wished him sooner recovery from his ailments and left him doing his office work.

Next day when I got up from bed I had my eyes swollen and terribly red. And now the idea of universal brother-hood and Fatherhood of God was really bringing uninterrupted tears to my eyes…….. 

It took 30 years to understand a contestant.....

A glamorous trophy was shining in a bookcase in a living room and a father’s sparkling eyes were fixed on it out of sheer appreciation. It was his daughter’s first success. His daughter, a spring of clear water, has now turned into a cascading river that keeps the world alive. Truly, his daughter was now his life. And he felt proud to be a daughter’s father and not a son’s.

Mr. Shankar  was that day the most contented father. He inwardly thanked his wife for giving him such a smiling beautiful flower who calls and orders, “DADY, I want this. And I won’t talk if…….”

Thinking about his daughter, who now studies in a distant land, he looked out of the window and saw the golden rays of the afternoon sun. He imagined a sun-shine-like bright future for his daughter. And he prayed all the happiness of world for her. And felt that perhaps a father’s heart was most tender…..

Now, he remembered an incident which dated 30 years back………

He was a student in a college. He had all the natural qualities of a leader but he loved to stay aloof from student-politics. But one incident changed his college-life. A girl, who was well-to-do and was from an English Medium School background, eclipsed all boy-students. The existence of boys dimmed before her charisma and that day he had thought that he should accept the challenge as a boy. Soon it was found that the girl was contesting for the post of General Secretary with him……..

The election-battle saw the fiercest ever campaign and the toughest ever competition. And a feather was added to his cap. The girl lost the battle. After the declaration of election result he had offered some sweets to that girl but she did not take the sweets with the words, “You won in the election for that I have no pains but I won’t take sweets from you because my defeat has given a lot of pain to my father. And all this shit happened because of you.” That day, he had thought that because of the hang-over of defeat that girl was babbling the name of his father.

But…..but…..but…..

Today he understood what a daughter means to a father and a father to a daughter. It took 30 years to understand the reason why that girl had not taken sweets that day.

SWEET PAST, JUST A SHADOW

I was on my way…..

Through a beautiful forest called LOVE

Where happy birds of HOPE sang soothingly  

And the enchanting sky glimmered above.

Then a turn….. And you appeared

You appeared with the most terrific smile

Lovingly You held my arms

And we crossed the river called FRIENDSHIP

.

But then I moved hurriedly

Leaving you behind

Risking all the beauty & magic

That life had gifted me.

And see! Most unkindly,

The last 5 years have dubbed me LOSER

And the sweet PAST is now a memory

Nothing but just a shadow……..

An Over-draft Issue at GOD's Bank

It is mid-night. The world sleeps. But the strong coffee in the evening has kept me awake. After the day-long appointments, now I think of God. Tonight he seems just like my elder brother. And asks me the day’s account and I explain I have run up an overdraft……..

With a stern and serious look He wanted to know the REASONS. I detailed…..

“All daylong I spent love unconditionally. I shed and lost tears profusely for the underprivileged. I put more life in my job although I was paid less. I laughed with friends more than my allotted quota.  I dreamt higher than my height. And I ventured to draw more out of life.”

GOD listened calmly. A soothing serenity was prevailing everywhere. The moon and the stars were witnessing our conversation. Now I became silent and stood still for the day’s sentence. God was serious. In his supreme authority he announced the verdict, “You man, I hang you in the same OVER-DRAFT for the rest of your life. And this is my system of BANKING. “I cried and begged his pardon. Now most unfeelingly HE uttered, “Being GOD I cannot (will not) stop a man when is so close to become GOD.I care not such over-drafts. They say I STAY OVER THE SKY because I am such an over-draft master.”

 

Morale of the story: DRAW MOST OUT OF YOUR LIFE AND BE GOD. Is mahatma not God for us? Let us be so.