It is a story of one Sunday
RANJAN
JYOTI HAZARIKA
B.TECH ece
It is a story of one Sunday........
On that day ....I was little busy due
to my coming examination..
I left my bed at 7 o`clock when my mom
came to my room as usual with a cup of tea and broke my dream...It was 17th
time when I could not complete my dream
..Because last 17 day my mom came at same time, break my dream for
which I was little curious about this incomplete special dream.............
By
the way I am ......simply....me, a simple daydreamer live in a small town after
I was born before 21 years ago. I don’t
know whether it was my fate or not that my father lost his job at the same time
when I was born. Though he lost his job he organised a big party (?) spending
almost 100 bucks to welcome first girl of this family after three generation and
after that I have been living with them sharing only pain...
I
made three friends as growing up..No need to say that i was the poorest among
them..They always use branded things whereas I only go to the 2nd hand market
for these accessories though I don’t
say about these things to them. One with a stylish umbrella always is Rimi,
whom I met in the first day of my school life. It`s important to say that
though we are poor my father sent me to a private school caring about my study
and it is the most expensive gift which I got from my family. Rimi`s father is
a top class business man of our small town. Rimi spend most of her time (also
money) in a beauty parlour and was always more sensitive about dressing...then
if you look properly then you will see a fatty girl always arguing without a
topic; she is Meghna. Her father was a wrestler before he got job in income tax
depts. I think her aim in life is to buy lots of chips, eating continuously
without stopping. Her weight is almost double of me. She is from a Bengali
family originally from Calcutta....I first saw her when I was in high school,
since then we are friends. Lastly Rashmi, what can I say about her, she is the prettiest
girl of our college born with a golden spoon.... she always come in an expensive
car. It is a gift from her father at her 18th birthday...though we
are not similar at all we became friends...
Though
I am the poorest among them but my marks are somehow good compared to them. It
is the most likely part of my life... Almost half a month ago we met for last
time because we got study live on that day...We bunked our last English class
of our college life and went to library so that we can talk peacefully. We
started to discuss about our coming examination.. Suddenly Rashmi shouted with
excitement that we should go for a long trip after the examination...But no one
had idea where we should go. Rashmi told that we should go to Agra to see the
Tajmahal. But Rimi resisted and commented that she had already seen Tajmahal
two times. After long discussion it was decided that we would go to see the old
temple situated at the top of a mountain in Shimla. Rashmi told that she would
arrange all the necessary things for this trip...However the clock of the
library indicated that it was time to go and we finished our last meeting
before examination unwillingly.....
...........after that 16 days passed
with same routine. Wake up at 6, read books up to noon, doing all the homework
and sleep at 8.30 due to high rate of kerosene, an unusual boring life. And
following the same routine I am in the reading table now.. i am little angry
today ..it is only for my poor condition. Though I like to study at night I
cannot read at night. Because my father cannot afford cost of expensive
electricity also Kerosene .So i have to wake up at 6 always. Anyways may be i
become little emotional expressing my situation. However i open my Economics
books and trying to concentrate my mind between mode ,mean ,median etc.
........................our
exams had finished before our expectation. and at last we got our vacation. So
we decided that we would go to the temple at the next day.
.......I go to Rashmi`s home at 7 ‘o clock in the morning on that day. Because
we decided that we would start our journey before 8. I wear my best dress which
is a gift from my maternal uncle. we rented a car because Rashmi`s father did
not allow Rashmi to drive her car up to Shimla and there is only a few bus to Shimla
today because today is Sunday. And generally some drivers want to skip long
journeys on Sunday. After two hours journey we reached the mountain above which
lies our destiny. After this point there is no road for car. so we tell the
taxi driver to wait for us until we come back. After almost 35 minutes walk we
reach the top point i.e. the temple surrounded by forest. This temple is almost
forbidden, because there is a rumour that this temple has a secret room that
can lock or open your future. And also the only Priest doesn’t come always. So
only a few people come here. Although it is a forbidden temple its natural
scenery is amazing. There is a lot of rock statue in the temple wall which
indicate that there was some amazing artist in ancient time who drown this
amazing statue of life, god etc. we reach the temple almost 11 ‘o clock. The
priest is not here till now. we entered inside the temple. There are some statues
almost covering every Hindu god. We pray them and enter in the second room.
There are lots of flower on that room and there is no door. We stepped backward
to explore the other parts. And suddenly Meghna slipped over the flowers and
all flowers dropped above her. We help her to stand... and step to back door..And
that time Meghna shouted that there is a door behind the flower. We looked at
each other and entered the room pushing the hidden door. It was a dark room.
There is no way that light can enter here. Rimi switched on her mobile
flashlight and we step carefully. Suddenly we hear a sound which is coming
behind from us. We look back and see that the door using which we enter the
room it is disappeared...we frightened. How will we go back to home? We are may
be locked in this room and we will may be never see our family. Rashmi already
started t o cry. We all thought that it is the end of our life..However I
inspect the room thoroughly and see that there is another door. I told it to
them and entered the next room. In this room we see a strange thing. It is a
long hall room .and there is almost 50-60 similar door in this room. I saw a
long table with a letter...I picked up the letter. From the letter we come to
know that there is only one door using which we can go outside. If we enter in
wrong room using wrong door we can never go outside and die here. And there was
a quiz for us. It said that the most uncommon door will lead us to outside.
Already we all lost our confidence .We are frightened. Meghna, Rimi, Rashmi
looked at me and requested to save them. I have no other way but to solve this quiz.
I noticed every door and try to find the uncommon door .At last I saw a door
which was somehow different from others. We have no other option but to enter
that room. We entered slowly through that door. We saw again another room which
was also a long room. We noticed the room to go outside but can’t find a way. I
am started to think that i select a wrong door..All my friends started to cry.
There is no one who can save us from this situation. Suddenly a ray of light
appears and we saw a bright screen before us. Suddenly a photo of Rimi is
appeared and we see her picture with her parent in a hospital. They wore some
old cloth...They were happy though they were poor. Then suddenly Rimi`s father
got a big order from a Multinational company. It was unexpected for him. Their
happiness increased then before. But as time passed her father started to drink
and beat her mother. There life started to change. Love and happiness were disappeared
from their life. Money occupied all the emotional things. Though all live in
the same house but they had hardly talk one time in a week..Lonely ness filled
their life.We looked at to Rimi and her crying face. Then Rashmi`s face is
appeared in the screen. We saw her childhood life with her mother. Her mother
was as beautiful as her. Her mother take care of her so much. Rimi was only 6
years old when her mother divorced her father and married another man and
shifted to America. Since then she is very lonely...Rashmi wept loudly after
saw her mother again.
I was still thinking why our life
flash back is coming before us....
Then Meghna`s picture is appeared. Her
father was a characterless man. He married two wives and had illegal relation
with one of his colleague. One day her husband saw them in bad position and
suspended him for one year. Though he get back his job but lost his respect. Meghna
couldn’t go to school on that year due to her father. Her classmate avoided her
always....
At last my picture is appeared. I saw
my father happy face when he first brought me from hospitals to home. Though he
lost his job but he was busy with me. He ignored his mother and did not meet
her boss but spent all the day with me. Gradually we became poor but my fathers
care me as much as before. we used
second hand cloth but pure love. We are poor but i saw happiness in my parent`s
face. Suddenly my mind filled with happiness and lost my angry mood.......
..............Suddenly I feel someone touch my shoulder. My mother is
shouting and called father because i didn’t give reply when she called me for breakfast...My
father keep his hand at my shoulder and call me...At last I wake up. I was
sleeping all this time. I did not know When I reached the old temple from my Economics
books...I stand up and hug my parent. They are little surprised....But I didn’t
tell them about my dream. I realised why I saw my past life. May be my inner
soul tried to save me. At last I realised true value of love than money. I
realised that all rich people are not happy and feel guilty for my reasonless
anger.........
I got my special Sunday which help me to face the real life.............now
it’s your turn............
