Dear God,
In the short span of my seventeen years life I have heard the family members and relatives say a number of occasions that what ever You do, You do for our betterment. From the very beginning, when I was only able to walk one or two steps or capable of uttering very little meaningful words—my kith and kin taught me to trust You—keep faith on You.
Slowly I grew older and my faith on You gradually increased with my age. Like every village teenager, I was also educated the rituals of paying homage to You; and was occasionally handed over the charge of Your daily adoration when my mother was ill. You Yourself know at Your heart that I never neglected in offering my tribute to You; neither did my dedication come short. I grew up older only with an ever-increasing faith on You.
Dear Father, as You know, in traditional Hindu agriculturalist families like ours it is not the custom to send the women of the house to have conventional Higher Studies; and we are not an exception. My father wanted to arrange for my marriage but I became a rebel—perhaps for the first and last time in my life. I wanted to sit for my Higher Secondary Examination at any cost. After a prolonged physical and mental torture, after wasting a few gallons of salted eye-waters—finally I win. I win to fulfill the final desire of my life—my H.S. Exam. And You know, Father, I paid the entire credit of my victory to Your feet—regarded it to be Your mercy on me.
The Exam was about to begin in two days when all on a sudden everything shattered to bits. The political turmoil that was continuing for last few months on the handing over of land to Govt. suddenly reached the extreme point.
Shots have been fired, blood shed, roads blocked, bodies thrown away, exams postponed! I was tensed over the sudden unexpected changes—but still I kept my faith on You. I knew, You would do no harm to me. You will just not allow any harm to land on me.
And then came the night. My exam was to be started on the following morning. On the evening I spent a long time praying to You, so that I can have good marks.
And then came the night. At the darkest dead hours they came—they came, only to destroy my dreams. They were about to slay my father when with a shriek I jumped and enfolded him. They seized me. They seized my hand so brutally that I still have cut marks of nails near my wrist. They seized me to a field under the starry sky…………and all I remember is pain, extreme suffocating pain. Oh! God! I can’t tolerate the pain any more!
Slowly I grew older and my faith on You gradually increased with my age. Like every village teenager, I was also educated the rituals of paying homage to You; and was occasionally handed over the charge of Your daily adoration when my mother was ill. You Yourself know at Your heart that I never neglected in offering my tribute to You; neither did my dedication come short. I grew up older only with an ever-increasing faith on You.
Dear Father, as You know, in traditional Hindu agriculturalist families like ours it is not the custom to send the women of the house to have conventional Higher Studies; and we are not an exception. My father wanted to arrange for my marriage but I became a rebel—perhaps for the first and last time in my life. I wanted to sit for my Higher Secondary Examination at any cost. After a prolonged physical and mental torture, after wasting a few gallons of salted eye-waters—finally I win. I win to fulfill the final desire of my life—my H.S. Exam. And You know, Father, I paid the entire credit of my victory to Your feet—regarded it to be Your mercy on me.
The Exam was about to begin in two days when all on a sudden everything shattered to bits. The political turmoil that was continuing for last few months on the handing over of land to Govt. suddenly reached the extreme point.
Shots have been fired, blood shed, roads blocked, bodies thrown away, exams postponed! I was tensed over the sudden unexpected changes—but still I kept my faith on You. I knew, You would do no harm to me. You will just not allow any harm to land on me.
And then came the night. My exam was to be started on the following morning. On the evening I spent a long time praying to You, so that I can have good marks.
And then came the night. At the darkest dead hours they came—they came, only to destroy my dreams. They were about to slay my father when with a shriek I jumped and enfolded him. They seized me. They seized my hand so brutally that I still have cut marks of nails near my wrist. They seized me to a field under the starry sky…………and all I remember is pain, extreme suffocating pain. Oh! God! I can’t tolerate the pain any more!
Dear Father, now I ask You, is this all that I deserved? Is this the way You work for our betterment? Is it for this I kept my life-long faith on You? Is this the way You protect Your earnest lovers?
Devotedly Yours,
Me!
(Gratitude: Sandipan Tarafder, My Pal.)
Devotedly Yours,
Me!
(Gratitude: Sandipan Tarafder, My Pal.)
Hi,
ReplyDeleteNice narration with an abrupt end. Some more expressions expected to deal with and justify the caracter.
Cheers! Keep it up.
Sandy.
This is really a thought provoking issue. It may be presented on a more burning social background showing conflict between industrialization and poverty. however, I like the post.
ReplyDeleteSunil Sharma, UP.