Chapter 2- Khushi: In the line of sorrows

Chapter 2

“Well, tell me what happened?” Sandesh inquires.
“As you know last Friday was our parents’ day. I had invited you be there,” Aakash reminds with hostility in his eyes.

“Well sorry dude, I couldn’t attend your request. You well know that, in the mean time I had to take my mother to the hospital. She was critically ill. Complaints of backache. Well didn’t you read my SMS,” Sandesh clarifies. Aakash just nods.

“Then?”
“I had participated in the music contest.”
“As always you stood there first, I know.” Sandesh was positive and excited.
“After that?”
“And I was invited along with my parents to the stage to receive the honor and medal.”

“So?” Suddenly, a feel of distress emerges in Sandesh’s eyes as he anticipates something unwanted would have occurred.

“Both of them arrived at the stage, kissed me. I received the medal for music. But while receiving the trophy for the best student they jostled with each other to get that trophy. All of the students in the auditorium laughed. The chief guest was embarrassed too. I could sense that in his eyes.”
“Disgusting.”

“Your parents are a peculiar example. Can’t they mask their dispute for some time being for the sake of joy of their only child? Haven’t they been reared up with good manners? I don’t know about you. But I don’t like your parents.”

Bewildered; he looks at his dear friend. Two drops of tear emerge out to wet his eyes and relief him from the intense pain. He can’t defend, he knows.

“Why don’t you revive your grieves with happiness? Why don’t you try to wipe down your wet eyes for forever? Why don’t you?” hardens Sandesh. His eyes blush with intense anger for the helplessness of his friend and the situation that has been created. Nothingness exists there for a while. Both know that the other care for him.

“Yes I will try. I have changed my previous school.” Aakash becomes firm.

“I won’t let people mock me with mine sufferings. And at least I don’t want to be broken. I have admitted for class 10 at the Miracle academy.” His determination is reflected in his eyes.
“Ha! It’s not the answer. Changing the school, friends and mentors changes the dimensions of your misery. It is not the solution to the misery that has rooted deep within you. Emerge out man! Out from envelope of the sorrows which you think they are affectionate and only for you. They are just fallacies. It is the sharing of happiness and division of grieves is what you make you complete. We need a view to see this relative world. If we are happy, the world seems happy.”

Quiet a sensible and practical piece of advice.

By: Raj Basyal

My motto: One step ahead, everyday.