Saturday, October 15, 2011

SHATTERED ......SMILES

                    The glass breaking sound lighted the whole area , It came from the corner room of the boys hostel , The boys nearby entered the room with wide opened mouths , panes of glasses were scattered all over the place.The floor was clothed with blood and there stood a boy with a bone exposed right hand , he was trying to cover the hand with a kerchief but he was not able to do it as his whole was shaking , His face was filled with shock and despair , his nerves thickened and as he lifted his face to see his fellow hostel mates.
                    The boys who entered spoke so many words , some scolded the boy and became so furious but none entered the room for they feared the blood that still gushed out from the hand , the boy trembled in pain and muttered words like ......” hospital “ .... “hospital”... Somebody take me to the hospital.... and then started moving out of the door , one boy volunteered to help, took the wounded boy by the hand held it high up and then covered it very softly with a white cloth.
                   They started walking , their pace kept increasing and finally they reached the hospital, it was a clinic which had a elderly doctor and a middle aged pharmacist, the boy was brought in front of the doctor, the doctor removed the cloth and examined the wound the knuckles of the middle finger were exposed , the doctor then asked the boy how did it happen , the boy shivering in pain spoke in a very feeble low voice, “I hit the mirror”
                The doctor asked him after a long silence, “ Why ?” The boy kept silence and just kept looking st the doctor , the doctor then told him, “Tell me the reason or find another hospital”. The boy's eyes turned to the doctor with fear and he responded , “ please , please....” the doctor looked into those eyes for a moment and then turned his head hastily, you meet the pharmacist , then he rang a bell , there came a huge man with a big pot belly , the doctor spoke to the man so fast that the words couldn't be understood , the man took hold of the boy and moved inside a room which had a dim light , the man took out a box fro one of the shelves , it was like how a mechanic would take a tool kit to repair a vehicle, from the box the man took out a pair of scissors, knife , cotton and a bandage cloth , then came the spirit , dettol and so on ...
                       The man then started with his questioning , Why , What happened , Who are you , What made you do this to you ...? The boy remained silent and moreover felt the pain so hard that his eyes started to water ... The man was using the scissors , knife , spirit and cotton on the wound the mirror pieces were picked out carefully from the wound , and for every two minutes the man used a torch light to find out more pieces , The boy bore the pain but never did he respond to the questions what happened and why, the last part was stitching the skin the boy now took his hands of from the man and said he did not want it .. He begged asking the man to please not do it ... the man then sent him back to the doctor , the doctor looked at the boy for a certain period of time , he looked at those eyes and said ... You have strange eyes , you seem to be a soft and silent , what made you do such a thing now if we don't stitch it up then it would become so bad that you would be without a hand ... You have brought this upon you and you need to go through it... The boy moved out his hand to the doctor  and the stitching started , the doctor kept asking about the boy's family and other details and finally came to the question..WHY ? ... The boy responded slowly ..I was ANGRY.... The doctor gave a big smile and told him GOOD ....
                              Expression of anger is very good .. for if it take it to heart it will spoil you mentally but now you are physically hurt but you have made sure that you would would be mentally strong.. Isn't it ?...
The boy smiled ... His smile resembled the smile of a sleeping baby... 
The doctor looked at him finishing the stitches and said ... " KEEP SMILING "...
 

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

some STORIES never have an ENDING



Hi there…Good day to you…was what I said to my student who is in her fifth grade . I happen to meet her in the market… She stared at me for a moment and then smiled at me a smile that can melt an Ice Cream in seconds. Did you come all alone? I asked her and she smiled again… I looked around her and asked her again. Is there anybody else with you? She smiled again…I looked at her again her smile still on her fine-looking face. I came up with actions this time asking her, are you going home? She gave me a big smile this time and nodded her head up and down… I asked her, Can I walk with you till your house? She smiled again and looked up at me…Once again I asked her with actions and repeated it thrice…Each time she smiled and finally came a big smile… and she pointed at a pink bicycle…I then told her you ride the bi-cycle, I will run along with you…She smiled again and walked to her cycle and she started to walk along pushing her cycle. I then asked her I will push the cycle for you we shall walk. She shook her head in the No direction and continued pushing … I tried to take it from her but she would not give … I then told her you get on the bike and drive I would run, no problem … I even made actions of running, she then gave the same big smile and gave the bike to me and we walked… I asked her questions as we walked she would just smile or shook her head in the yes and no direction.
          We had entered a village it was noon time and I was not able to see anyone around …though we passed by few shops… the people were sleeping inside…she then took her bike from my hand … I asked her ,” Have we reached?” She pointed her finger to a house at a distance I wasn’t even able to see it, I   asked her pointing to the spot and asked her again, Is that your house …She shook her head, smiled at me, waved her hand to me and was about to start riding the bi-cycle, I held the back of the bi-cycle and told her I want to come to your house … She looked at me with a hard smile and shook her head in the No direction.
          I held on to her cycle and told her again and again…Each time I increased the actions. She finally agreed walked along pushing her cycle I tried to take the cycle from her she looked at me again with her hard smile gave back the cycle to me… I could see the house; it was a stilt house… It had no doors or windows it was made out of wood and it was raised up from the ground, it looked like a rectangular box with one of its sides opened… I went closer and saw an old lady lying down. The girl jumped into her house woke the old lady… who woke up very slowly and sat down for a while , the girl then shook her up and made her look at me … the old lady wiped her eyes several times and tried to look at me… I then moved closer to her…to make myself visible to her. She smiled raising her folded hands…I told her good day to you… she smiled…the little girl jumped down from her house took the cycle from be and tapped on the house … she was wanting me to sit...I sat near to the old lady who kept smiling … I did the same thing and spoke to her with actions telling her … I am teacher…She is my student…The old lady just kept smiling…I then looked around the house to find out whether anybody else lived here.. I could not find any signs. It was a very empty house with just few clothes of the girl hanging here and there; very few vessels were arranged in a corner…I asked the old woman … Where is the father and mother of this small girl? Where are they?
                  She smiled at me…I knew she did not understand the question… I made actions again and again and all I got was smiles….smiles… smiles                            

                Some stories never have an ending… My days in this strange country are coming to an end and all I have is incomplete answers to a number of questions…All that I would carry back home is SMILES…SMILES… SMILES

Sunday, May 29, 2011

SMILE IT COSTS NOTHING

"Smile is an inward energy that creates a synergy"
It is impossible to find a person who has not smiled from his birth, though every child has to cry entering into this world it will surely learn to smile which brings more smiles.If an hydrogen bomb is a chain reaction, then a smile would be a chain reaction too...a chain reaction that brings happiness, joy and harmony.
              I have been traveling many places and i have witnessed smiles from different kinds of people who are varied in their nationality, culture, custom, values and life style. Here i bring their lives to you and especially their SMILES.................