Friday, 3 September 2010

Another World.

"We don't have money. Be it Sir or Madam, I can't give any money." she said recursively.

"But Maa, I need tuition.", justified Nitin. He did not know what more to say. "Its only hundred rupees Maa", he said after some thinking.

Mohanlal, Nitin's father was listening to this conversation sitting beside him. They lived in a small hut like structure on an empty plot on the other side of the gutter. The plot was the avenue which provided shelter to not just Mohanlal's family but five more families. Nitin was studying 2nd grade.

"We don't have hundred rupees." erupted Radhadevi suddenly. Radha was Ntin's mother. She has as much disgust and anger in her eyes as she was helpless. Neither could she convice her son nor she could get amount of hundred rupees every month. "Agar use padhane ka itna shauk hai to free mein padhaye warna nahi kara sakte hum tuition wution.", she told.

Mohanlal has been sitting and listening to all this without speaking a word. He seemed disturbed and yet relax at the same time. Although he seemed relax, actually if he was no more interested.

Nitin by the time all this happened has tore the button of his shirt in anger. He did not know what more to say. He repeated , " I want to study maa. Tuition is important for me." and he continued to repeat this.

On the other side of the gutter, behind a hand rickshaw sat a pale young man. As he kept eating the Chole Bhature sitting on the bench like structure besides the gutter, he looked already tensed due to the pricking sun rays. It was very hot. He had been hearing the conversation of the Mohanlal's family, while eating.

Just when he has finished his food, RadhaDevi asked, "Is it 2 p.m.?".

"Quarter to two." he replied and looked up. He saw Nitin and lowered his eyes. He paid for his meal and took way to his office which was on the next street.

He lit a cigarette as he started walking towards his office. He stopped at the corner. He looked back from behind the car at Nitin. Then his mother and father. He hid as if he was a culprit. He kept looking there with something in his mind. He was lost.

Suddenly his phone rang. He felt the vibration of the cellphone and picked up the phone. It was his wife. "How much he said." "Four thousand five hundred.", replied his wife. "Fine, I will just transfer the money" Aditya replied. She has to pay this amount at the beauty parlour per month to make her skin glow better. He started to move away towards his office after the conversation was over.

 For some reason he again got to hear in faint voice Nitin yelling at his mother, " Mujhko padhai karke kuch banna hai maa. "

 He thought of giving the fee to the child but for some reason hesitated. And started walking towards his office. "I can pay so much money to make my wife beautiful, but some people can't do even to educate. I wish to give them the fee but when I look around there are so many like them. May be this is why something is stopping me from helping.

I wish I could pay this much to make my country beautiful. " he thought as he vanished amongst the more of his kind into ANOTHER WORLD..

4 comments:

  1. "I can pay so much money to make my wife beautiful, but some people can't do even to educate." ......
    dil chuu gayi

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  2. Very nice and short story.Full of emotions and reality.Life is like this.
    Nicely written.

    -Neha

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  3. I wish to give them the fee but when I look around there are so many like them. May be this is why something is stopping me from helping.

    This is really one of the reasons tat people dont help bcoz they think if they help one person then others will also b there in the line.so they prefer to leave all.

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  4. very good thoughts!!!like it very much!!! this is a problem of we humans!!we should help atleast one!!!

    good writing!!keep it up!!!

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