It was a warm morning of summer, "sanjay " an old man in his late 70's is sitting on the cement porch right outside his house. He is old and has a thick Gujarati accent and half crooked smile with most of is hair gone and remaining out of place.he is wearing thick glasses and a worn out dhoti and a simple kurta which he must have bought ages back half of his teeth are gone and he still caries a shine in his eyes a hope of a better future. with only on though running through his mind every day "will every thing be all right?".
he is a retired mill worker with carbon filled lungs,lost his good old days and also his wife living with his son and his daughter in law who takes care of his with her whole heart but still it is a fractured family and their house looks more like an old station. only rush in his house is of the cooker and the rapid foot steps of his daughter.
Sitting on the porch all day doing nothing makes it hard for sanjay,he may be a 70 year old and has seen a lot of decades passing by but still he sense a defeat in his own hands ,how once a flamboyant,wild anger,hot blooded dreamer became an old worn out and non believer. the only thing which cursed him was he didn't do what he wanted in his life and that thought is killing him slowly.
his dreams when he was young was to be a "celebrated" writer .All he could though and all his dreams were in his grasp.he was a bright young guy but as they say when "when you are young you fell that the opportunity's are end less" and that is what he felt also,when you are young to quickly spread the word about your talent and what you wanna do in life.and when you started caring more about your image that's when it goes down with pressure.
when you are born in a lower middle class family in Ahmadabad where government jobs are more precious than your dreams ,where wearing a simple formal clothes makes you a gentleman at such place how can you think about being a writer? its like one of those fever which comes and goes every day.
thinking about all this ,the only wrong thing which he believes he has done is listening to others advice. first thing that happens when you gather the guts to tell your own family that you want to become a writer on a dinning table is except you others sitting on the table can not swallow the food as well as the thought it self that their son wants to go in "outline"(creative field).and then comes the anger part and after that the emotional tsunami.
Anger here is like hitting a cold iron rod because you never know which form it will take and the anger here is a cocktail of all things that includes relatives, world, death and even neighbors. the second thing that comes is emotions and emotions outburst is like weapon which will kill your brain including your own self respect a person can tackle anger but emotional tsunami..no chance.
it came like an ordinary for of discussion in sanjays life when his father walked into the living room and made sanjay sit on the small bed he started talking to sanjay . no matter how many statements you make no matter how many guards you use a father will always pass through it and all this can be done my a simple tear in the eyes .
the most important thing which any body can learn here is "tears are powerful than guns" and when you mic it with your fathers respect it works wonders .poor sanjay couldn't speak up and all we know is "set"
after that talk sanjay let a "set" life, in other words he lived the live which his father gave him.At 70 he still does not have the clue of what he did wrong by not speaking.sitting on his porch ,he closed his eyes and kept asking this to himself
he is a retired mill worker with carbon filled lungs,lost his good old days and also his wife living with his son and his daughter in law who takes care of his with her whole heart but still it is a fractured family and their house looks more like an old station. only rush in his house is of the cooker and the rapid foot steps of his daughter.
Sitting on the porch all day doing nothing makes it hard for sanjay,he may be a 70 year old and has seen a lot of decades passing by but still he sense a defeat in his own hands ,how once a flamboyant,wild anger,hot blooded dreamer became an old worn out and non believer. the only thing which cursed him was he didn't do what he wanted in his life and that thought is killing him slowly.
his dreams when he was young was to be a "celebrated" writer .All he could though and all his dreams were in his grasp.he was a bright young guy but as they say when "when you are young you fell that the opportunity's are end less" and that is what he felt also,when you are young to quickly spread the word about your talent and what you wanna do in life.and when you started caring more about your image that's when it goes down with pressure.
when you are born in a lower middle class family in Ahmadabad where government jobs are more precious than your dreams ,where wearing a simple formal clothes makes you a gentleman at such place how can you think about being a writer? its like one of those fever which comes and goes every day.
thinking about all this ,the only wrong thing which he believes he has done is listening to others advice. first thing that happens when you gather the guts to tell your own family that you want to become a writer on a dinning table is except you others sitting on the table can not swallow the food as well as the thought it self that their son wants to go in "outline"(creative field).and then comes the anger part and after that the emotional tsunami.
Anger here is like hitting a cold iron rod because you never know which form it will take and the anger here is a cocktail of all things that includes relatives, world, death and even neighbors. the second thing that comes is emotions and emotions outburst is like weapon which will kill your brain including your own self respect a person can tackle anger but emotional tsunami..no chance.
it came like an ordinary for of discussion in sanjays life when his father walked into the living room and made sanjay sit on the small bed he started talking to sanjay . no matter how many statements you make no matter how many guards you use a father will always pass through it and all this can be done my a simple tear in the eyes .
the most important thing which any body can learn here is "tears are powerful than guns" and when you mic it with your fathers respect it works wonders .poor sanjay couldn't speak up and all we know is "set"
after that talk sanjay let a "set" life, in other words he lived the live which his father gave him.At 70 he still does not have the clue of what he did wrong by not speaking.sitting on his porch ,he closed his eyes and kept asking this to himself
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