Today Evening

Today evening I feel inwardly happy and in the same proportion of my felt happiness I feel for others in a philanthropic zeal. This high spirits might have been induced by the two cups of strong tea which I have consumed this evening. Although the sky was cloudy and it was finely drizzling, I came out of my house and rode on my bike to Balimela square. I was alone or so to say I was left lonely because Mr. Bhoi and Mr. Patra had left for the market without waiting for me. In the evening I had dropped my tutorial class as most of the students had caught flu. I was careful because if I caught flu then it will surely affect my wife and the little one in her womb. Rain is conducive to growth of both disease and greenery. And I am affected by both of them. The wild plants around my quarter have grown so much and so irregularly that the growth looks like a mini jungle. A slender trail leads through the outgrowths to my house. I used to manoeuvr my bike on the twisted track to reach the veranda. I carefully ride my bike so I have never faced any accident while moving on the slimy trail. The trail leads from my house to a concrete road. The rain water and blue green algae have made the concrete dangerously slippery. And two times I have slipped very precariously on it. But for my bike's heavy leg-guard my knees and legs are still in working condition. This time this much. See you tomorrow.

My adjustment with the rain.

This year the rain brought much inconvenience to my family. The crying roof of the Government quarter wetted most clothes and the sunshine played hide and sick resulting half dried smelly clothes. And even spraying high doses of deoderant showed little effect. Practically, it was not an apt solution to the low-pressure caused monsoon rain, which lingered for days. In quest of a solution to my problem I went to the market to buy a big-sized tarpaulin sheet. I thought I will cover the entire roof and put an end to the annoying trouble instantly. But the easily approachable solution was postponed when the shop-keeper asked me about the intended size of the water proof material. I returned home to conduct a survey and measure the roof area. But that day I did not take up the survey and it is still pending. . . . . . . . The high-tech man of 20th century expects all solution to his problems in exchange of some paper money and any short of physical labour is postponed because we love to live on other's labour.

Hurt never, love ever.

To hurt someone's feelings is perhaps one of the most venial sins. Sin against others is sin against God. But we forget this truth now and then. To feed our ego many times we care not others' sentiments. If the other side is little obstinate then even a little matter easily and readily turns into a matter of bitter arguments and long lasting rancour. But after the heat subsides if an insightful analysis is made, our seer foolishness starts to float on surface. Any one with a little sense can realize that Life is short but we are engaged in the most unproductive and unhealthy sides of life. Such ill habits will drag life to utter futility. Let there be tolerance and the godly qualities of Jesus on cross, who could pray in his last painful moments for the redemption of the wrong-doers, who had crucified him. cross.

The pulsating baby in womb.

On 9th July, my wife was taken to the hospital for check up as she had conceived. I went with her to the ultra-sonography chamber. There I saw the embryonic form of my baby which was pulsating in the womb. A smile of happiness filled my lips. To see the baby in its pre-natal development was a pleasant treat for me.

A wake up call of 23 years back.

That night mother yelled with great pain and was rushed to the near by hospital.At that time I was a boy of 9 years and I could understand little about what happened. I was sitting on a chair in the hospital in a half sleepy state. My father took me to a doctors quarter and I slept there. Early in the morning father came and woke me up and told me that my mother had given birth to a baby-girl. I went to the hospital and discovered the new little guest wrapped in a white Turkish towel. I had to wait till she opened her eyes to give a cry for some liquid food. I remember that a piece of cotton was soaked in honey mixed water and that cotton had to be squeezed in her mouth to give her nourishment. The next day I found that the little human form had acquired great skill in sucking the cotton and there was no need to squeeze the cotton in her mouth. She sucked the honey-water from the cotton of her own accord. That little girl grew, went to school, then to college,learned to cover distance by driving car, actively became a part of my family and one day left her parental home , married and went away with her husband. 

Sweet memories  that came by way of her long stay of 23 years before my eyes are ever preserved with me and my other family members. The day I left her in her father's in law I thought I could have been more good towards her if I had known that how soon she will be away from me to take charge of  someone's family.