Look Up

There are some moments that’s forever etched into your heart.

I remember my moment when i looked up to an unbroken spirit. A stranger. Of all the thousands strangers you meet, it is a few who touch your heart and fewer still who change your perception of life. And i am lucky to have met one.

Even though it was years back, it appears to have been just yesterday. It was in one of the medical camp. I remember the moment i met him. He rode his bicycle in an odd way and when i tried to make sense why, he fell down. Me and my friends  immediately rushed to his aid and that’s when i saw something dangling near his feet. Imagine my shock when i found out that it was indeed his feet!!

It hung there like fate clinging to a man whose heart it couldn’t touch.

He smiled at me as if he was reading my thoughts. After I made him drink water, he withdrew his leg carefully and kept it there as if it was an object. I looked into his eyes and realised the effort and the pain that consumed him to do that. He smiled again. It was a smile that taught me there’s courage in the soul that can conquer the pain in our lives. I couldn’t stand there for a second more. I could see he had an effect on my friends too but not as much as he had affected me. I just got up without another word and went away.

It took me a while to regain my senses. And after i brought him food. He started eating. I have never seen a man enjoy his meal as much as he did. The first morsel of rice that he ate gave him such joy that I doubted if pain could ever bother him again. After a few minutes he started talking to us all.

He told us it was an accident a few years back. He was riding the same bicycle when a young drunk man in a scooter hit him.The doctors insisted on amputating his leg but he refused.

Even when his family insisted he didn’t budge. The police had caught the man who had done that to him and he was being brought to the local Panchayat. This man who was forbidden to walk for a few months escaped his own house and travelled all the way to the Panchayat and told them to free this man. When the Elders insisted on knowing the reason he told us his words were “I do not want to ruin a young man’s life for the sake of a ruined leg”.

How could he have found the strength to forgive when he had nearly lost his leg? I asked him what happened to the young man and he told me they released him a day later and the man came and fell to his feet and asked to be forgiven. He told me his words were “I never thought you did anything. How can I forgive you for something you have never done?” The young man then promised him that he would never drink again.

He had a changed a man’s life. He had the power to seek revenge and yet he choose to forgive.

I didn’t till that moment believed such people existed. It was something that changed my perception. It was my moment of looking up to goodness, strength , optimism , hope and courage.

After talking to us for some more time he left. It was struggle for him to ride his bicycle but he never choose to give in to pain. Seeing him peddle sent shivers into my spine as I realised from how long he must have been doing that. I realised I had never asked his name or the village he was from. He would still be safe as a precious memory and his words would still echo in the ranches of my soul.

I saw him one last time vanishing into the recess of time and as I took a last look at his broken leg, I realised that no fate or destiny could ever break his spirit or his heart.

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The First day

Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us BEGINNING.

How it be if a small boy was left in the jungle all alone? Well, I do not know the exact feeling but i was close. I was 12 years old when i was left in a hostel. My first feeling? I was nervous , i was afraid. It was the beginning of a journey that shaped me. And i owe everything to that moment when i landed there. ( in a car :P) The memory of the first day is like a clear fog in my mind , fragmented but clear. I had never thought of leaving my parents but there i was sort of feeling alone. At Least the first day. The only thing i took comfort was in the fact that there were other kids too, all my age and they looked equally afraid and perhaps more frightened than i was.  Little did i know that i would be spending the best phase of my life with those kids. The fog gets thinner as i revisit the memory, I remember sending my parents with a heavy heart. The innocent feeling of asking ” can you stay for 5 more minutes? ” and when that 5 minutes was over i wanted 5 more. And finally  after making them wait for half an hour they departed leaving me with a heavy heart. I didn’t understand their turmoil that time, i only had that nagging feeling that told me that they were leaving me because they had stopped loving me. But i now know that even they had taken a lot of courage and undergone the same difficulty i had felt when they were leaving me. And seeing the car fade into the distant road i had stood in the same place for 10 mins hoping they would come back and take me home. And when i realized that wasn’t going to happen  i strolled silently into my hostel. I made only  one friend that day and i roamed around with him searching new places and searching some courage within myself. When it time for bed i had gone silently whispering a night prayer my mother had taught me but one i cannot recall now.

Surprisingly i didn’t cry. I was in tears when i was safe inside my quilt but i remember telling myself that if i had cried that day then i would cry each successive night. And i didn’t. That little boy who searched courage in so many tiny situations then is still in me. Only the situations are complex and the stakes higher 😀 i was a kid then but i knew that if i had survived the first day then i would till the days to come. And yes! i did. Not for 1 year, not for 2 but for 7 years i have stayed in hostel and the best part is even now i want to. I like being independent, i like to doing things my way and i like the freedom where you can stay alone when you want to and meet your friends when ever you want to.

So if you are at the beginning of a new journey, sit back and relax a little. It’s just our first day. Its okay to be afraid, it’s okay to feel nervous. Just remember that fear drives some people where inspiration drives others. And if you can find courage in the moment you are really afraid then the courage will stay with you for your entire journey. I know it because i owe my courage to that small kid who had found some on his first day.