This story is of long ago, when I was small child of five or six years old. My father was posted as a Doctor in Pattan, a small hemlet then, situated on the national highway leading from Srinagar to Baramulla. My father had shifted his family to Srinagar for some time and he was living there alone .
Once during my school holidays, I accompanied him to visit the village for few days. My father was a very busy person , after hospital hours , he used to visit far off patients on a Tonga or horse back , whatever the transport facility the villagers could provide him. Most of the time I used to play in Hospital compound and when my father had to visit some patient I remained at home alone playing with empty injection bottles and their packages. My Father was living as a tenant in newly constructed bungalow of village head located on main road. He after arriving home , used to enquire from me daily whether somebody had visited the house in his absence . I usually replied him in negative after shaking my head . One day a prank cropped in my mind and I nodded my head in affirmation.
"Who was it" ?
"Kaen tchoor, the thief", I replied with confidence.
"What for he had come here, had he touched anything here."
"Yes he touched it, "replied I , pointing towards some furniture items .
Had I anticipated the enormity of its consequences , I would not have ventured to play such a prank .
Here I feel obliged to reader for giving the details of burglar . The' Ahad tchoor' and 'Kaen tchoor' , the two burglars were actually real brothers . They were living with their mother in a newly constructed two story house on the outskirts of village. They were very notorious burglars . 'Ahad tchoor 'was elder brother and 'Kaen tchoor 'was younger one. They had vowed never to burgle any house of their native village. Their area of operation was a big city or or town like Srinagar or Baramulla. Elder brother was more professional and remained mostly in jails . Their modus operandi of burglary was unique . They would mostly accomplish their job in broad day light . Once they entered a house clad in burqa , a veil usually worn by Muslim ladies, no body took much notice of them as there were two families living in the house. One housewife washing clothes on the gate thought that they must be the guests of other dweller of house . In the mean time they started collecting the goods , when some body noticed them . They took the collected goods and jumped from the window. But due to bad luck they fell on Iron wire fence and cut their legs . They were caught and Police was called . The Police escorted them to the Police station . While in handcuffs and blood oozing out from the wounds of their legs , they called a grape vendor in the way and snatched a bunch of grapes from him. They finally reached the Police station while enjoying the taste of grapes .
Once I had seen the elder brother 'Ahad Tchoor 'wearing a grey suit and a goggle , handcuffed, surrounded by two police men taken in a police vehicle from Srinagar to Baramulla for court attendance . He stopped the vehicle near his native village , waved at the people and bought goods and clothes from a shop for his mother , who apperead from somewhere in the crowd to collect them.
Now reverting to the incident I was referring to ....
My father immediately rushed to the police station and reported the matter to Police SHO , who earnestly believed my theory because elder brother was in jail and only younger brother was moving around in the village .Had I mentioned about the elder brother, he would not have believed. The SHO was my father's friend and therefore , with out loosing any time, he deputed two police men for the job. They first visited our residence and asked me few questions . After satisfying themselves they left for the tirade. It was hardly after a gap of an hour 'Kaen Tchoor 'was apprehended. He was caught playing cards with his accomplices in the backyard of his house . He was unaware of the developments which destiny had planned against him. Therefore, he was taken by a surprise. But the two policemen caught hold of him and began to remand him in the police custody .
In the meantime sun had set and our land lord, who was a village head also , called a meeting of village elders on the main road in front of our house. He looked very furious and was saying something in a very loud voice while stretching both his hands often, which I could hardly understand at that age but whatever I comprehended was that my prank had taken a very serious turn , which can not be retrieved by me at any cost. Therefore , I have to remain sticked to my version of events.
Next day I accompanied my father to the hospital . Every shopkeeper in the way was looking curiously at me as the news had spread like fire in the whole village . I was walking on the street, accompanied by my father, expanding my chest to the enormous proportions like Don Quixote with out much conscious of the implications and gravity of the situation.
In the mean time my father advised Police SHO to release the Burglar as he had not stolen anything from our house. The burglar was released after detaining him for one night in the police custody and his head was shaved as a punishment.
After releasing from the Police station, the burglar came directly to meet my father and asked for his apology and subsequently pleaded his innocence.
He also interviewed me. He said , how you can say it was me only and not any one else. I remain sticked to my point and never retreated from it as that was only safe for me.
He said to me, " what I was wearing when I entered the house."?
I looked at his dress , which i still remember , it was a dark coloured pathani dress with a green embroidered waist coat .
I told him that it was the same pointing towards his dress.
It was only after a very long time when I had grown up , I disclosed the secret behind the mystery of burglary to my father , for which he reprimanded me seriously .
Friday, 23 February 2018
This story is of long ago, when I was small child of five or six years old. My father was posted as a Doctor in Pattan, a small hemlet then, situated on the national highway leading from Srinagar to Baramulla. My father had shifted his family to Srinagar for some time and he was living there alone .
Monday, 8 January 2018
Brij Krishen screwed up his eyes as he peered across the dimness of his house dining room . He was slightly short sighted of which he had taken little notice so far. He was already using specs for reading books and newspapers since his retirement from a public sector but had never faced such a type of problem earlier. He was experiencing a mixed feelings of joy and gloominess today as he had visited his childhood friend Ram Krishen , a renowned business man , after long time. He was happy because he had met his childhood friend but gloomy because he had discovered that he was no match to his friend and has lagged far behind him in affluence and prosperity. It was not only clinical problem of his eyes but literally he was regretting for his myopic outlook maintained by him throughout his life and opted for a salaried job with a meagre income as compared to his friend.
Moreover , Ram Krishen looked very young and pleasant by appearance, thought Brij Krishen and it was a natural sequence after that to glance at his own appearance in the mirror that happened ,most conveniently, to hang just besides the table . What he saw there put him in further grief . How dreadfully he had changed ? Brij Krishen was by nature a very sociable man . Throughout his life he had remained seperate from his wife and children because of his transferable job. Brij Krishen had always worked hard, harder perhaps than was good for his health . He had worn out as his wife had. He had a tired and haggard look after facing the vagaries of life . There was a lot of white in his hair. His wife had also suffered no less .She had looked after the house and children meticulously in the absence of Brij Krishen .
Now after his retirement he was looking forward to live ever with his loving wife . What a happy and peaceful life they would have together. Well perhaps peaceful was overstating it. Family life was never quite peaceful .Infectious illnesses , vagaries of fate and other problems were there in abundance . Life really was a series of petty dramas .
Still after all, that was life And now with the children married and getting a good pension himself , Brij Krishen could take things more easily .
As Brij Krishen was at the threshold of bliss of life , the thoughts of his friend made his life miserable. He was having more than enough to look after the needs of himself and his loving wife but he could never live peacefully ever after his encounter with his friend Ram krishan . He always regretted his myopic outlook when he compared his life with that of his friend . This complex worked upon his nerves so hard that he began to show signs of depression which naturally effected the peaceful life of his wife also. He made her life also miserable. She consulted various doctors but of no avail.
One day Ram Krishen also visited Brij Krishen's house to enquire about his health. Brij Krishen felt embarrassed to see his friend because of his small abode and humble belongings . Ram Krishen appeared not to be taking much notice of what his friend was thinking about. He was rather envious of his friends peaceful life which he confided to him quite frankly. He admitted to his friend that he was not living a peaceful life himself because of various business occupations. He was not able to give much time to his family and hobbies. No doubt he is earning much more than an average person but his life is devoid of peace and happiness, which no money on earth can buy.
With these words Ram Krishen left the residence of his friend, leaving the latter in utter confusion.
Brij Krishen pondered over the utterances of his friend for a long time and later on reality dawned upon him. He felt relieved of tension which was looming large over his head for quite a long time. He also purchased new glasses for himself which corrected his myopia . He began to see his life with a different point of view . He felt grateful towards his family and possessions and began to live a happy and peaceful life thereafter .
Saturday, 28 October 2017
It was in the middle of Nineteen seventies that families of two friends Ajay and Vimal were living in the most congested area of down town Srinagar near khan kahi sokhta Safakadal . The life was simple and both the families had similar economic and cultural background. Ajay and Vimal being next door neighbours and almost of same age were fast friends . They had just completed graduation and were looking after a suitable job for themselves within the province . Only mode of conveyance in the city those days was hiring a Tonga or riding a personal bicycle if few could afford to purchase it. Possession of personal cars or even scooters were a rare commodity those days. Means of communication like telephones were far and few in a locality .
After making hectic efforts for getting jobs of a teacher or an Assistant in state Govt. they got desperate and resolved to appear for competetive tests of nationalised Banks and central Govt.offices located in Srinagar. Finally they got posted as casheirs in the different branches of a nationalised Bank within the Srinagar city. After few years they were married one after another in a short span of time. The wife of Ajay was a working lady and that of Vimal a housewife but well educated. Both the friends were satisfied with life and enjoying the bliss of married life.
After few years of marriage , wife of Ajay got promoted as a matter of routine but the later could not accept the promotion of his wife sportingly . Male ego worked upon his nerves to the extent that he desperately wanted to get himself promoted somehow . But promotion chances in his department were bleak and remote. He tried tooth and nail to fulfill his ambition . On the other hand Vimal enjoyed every minute of his life peacefully and patiently .
After some time God fulfilled the wish of Ajay and a promotional test was held by their department . As Ajay was fully prepared for the test , he got promoted but Vimal could not make it through . Ajay was overjoyed with the newly acquired promotion but was transferred out of state. He made it a point not to look back and never to compromise with his career.
The promotion of Ajay also effected the life of Vimal . He could not accept his failure for sometime but compromised with it latter on . Ajay mostly remained outside the state because he got many promotions in quite succession and remained cut off from family responsibilities . He could not even spare time to look after the education of his children who were growing up fast. His son even failed in Matriculation exam despite the hectic efforts of his wife not to let her children feel the absence of their father.
Vimal also got promoted but could make it to the level of middle management only. But his children feared very well in their exams. and got admission in prestigious professional colleges.
Although Ajay had reached to a very senior position in his department but he was not still satisfied with his achievements. He used to say that graph of promotion is in the shape of pyramid , where only few can reach to the top. Only fittest can survive to make it possible. Therefore, any means whether it may be sychophancy or compromise with morals and ethics are fair in this race . Moreover, success in his career had made him egoistic and arrogant. He felt himself superior and often misbehaved with his subordinates. He started to maintain distance with his subordinates and colleagues .Ajay became so selfish that he severed connections even with his friends and relatives ,who were not up to his mark and who had once helped him a lot.
In the mad rush of achievements Ajay even ignored his wife , who was suffering from cancer. He did not take pains to take her to a better hospital where she could be treated well. At that time he was heading the north eastern zone of his department and he could hardly spare time to look after her properly . Finally his wife succumbed to the deadly disease.
In epilogue both the friends Ajay and Vimal retired at their respective place of postings on the same day as both were born in same month . Vimal retired as a satisfied man with his both children well settled
But Ajay appeared very lonely and forlorn after retirement as his wife had already passed away and his son had left the home after fighting with him .His daughter had married a person much elder to her in age with out taking consent of his father. Ajay had not even a friend to talk with. Moreover , every body ignored Ajay whenever he visited his office after retirement.
Sometimes he would ponder over the fact that though he could not reach the top of the pyramid of his career graph but as per his life graph he had reached to the top of pyramid as he was left lonely and forlorn in the fag end of his life .
Thursday, 5 October 2017
I can not resist the temptation of writing about a strange person who encountered me during my Wanderings in life and influenced me so much. Although he had implored me vehemently not to write anything about him but I do not want to keep my readers, ignorant about this mysterious character, who may get some lead to study the diversity in nature of life represented by some unique persons in this universe. They appear just like aliens as if they are from different planets , perhaps from Mars or Jupiter , if life exists there. Because such truthful , honest and benevolent persons can rarely be found on our planet i.e earth .
In order to keep sanctity to his word of honour I am changing his name and mode in ancedots of his life to some extent.
I know Mahesh for the last thirty five years but could not visualise the depth in his character for a long time due to his ordinary disposition and simple way of life . Actually Mahesh was a Photographer by profession. He had learnt this art while working as apprentice in a famous Photography shop at Srinagar. Then he joined as a professional photographer in some Govt. Department and started working there hard and honestly. Honesty and hard work was in the blood of Mahesh . He used to give credit of these virtues present in him to his mother.
I have seen him mostly working in the marriages of his friends and relatives tirelessly. He used to take the charge of store and kitchen in these functions and remained mostly there till the completion of the task. He was averse to the limelight of these functions . He would be seen always working there in ordinary clothes and never joining the celebrations. He would also prefer to take his simple food in the kitchen store only. After completion of function , he would properly arrange the leftover oils, spices and utensils with precision and store them properly. Sometimes he would himself wash the floor or used utensils . He was an expert housekeeper and would work hard to avoid any loss to the host. It was not only marriage functions but in case of death of somebody in neighbourhood or in relation , he would provide his services relentlessly .In the rush of celebrations no body could notice his selfless service and he himself was not also concerned about that as he never required any recognition for that. He was a low profile man with simple habits and providing his services with selflessness .
Mahesh has many stories related with his long stay at Srinagar after the migration of our community from there. Although he had already sent his family to Delhi but he remained at Srinagar till his retirement glued to his attitude of service. Most of militants used to stay in his house as it was safe heaven for them as no body suspected them there. He used to provide them with all essentials like food tea etc. as he was helpless to take cudgels with them. Once militants brought a person blindfolded to his house and started enquiring him as they suspected him to be an informer. After a long investigation they tied him in the upper storey of house and left him at the disposal of Mahesh after advising him that they will return soon. In the meantime Mahesh reached near the tied person and asked him whether he wanted something to eat. After getting his nod, Mahesh provided him with some egg omellete and bread which he relished so much. Then militants took him again to some unknown destination .
Once a friend of Mahesh was in urgent need of money and requested him for help. Mahesh sold the jewellery of his newly wed wife and helped his friend. But that friend never returned him the money borrowed .
He was having an old scooter which was his means of transport . Many times he visited Jammu or even to Delhi on his old scooter. He hardly boarded a bus or train as scooter was his most favourite means of travel. One day while travelling from Srinagar to Jammu , the headlight of his scooter stopped . He immediately bought an ordinary torch and tied it to the Scooter in place of headlight. These days he is however, living at Delhi but whenever he visits Jammu , he will be seen on his old scooter. The expenditure incurred by him on scooter in the shape of cost of petrol and service charges, plus inconvenience caused is sometimes more than what a train or bus ticket could have cost him. But he has fancy for scooter drive . One day he confided to me that he could have purchased a new scooter but he cannot afford to part with it as his late wife used to sit on the back seat of his scooter . Therefore , he was also emotionally attached to his scooter. Here it will be worthwhile to mention about the sad demise of his worthy wife few years back which broke his heart to the hilt. He remained confined to his room for many months after that, but his friends helped him to come out of this grief. Every one gets surprised to notice him covering long distances on old scooter and that too at the ripe age . But if one takes Intrest in his sojourns there is something miraculous about him. When asked how he covers these long distances on scooter with out any difficulty he replied, " I sometimes myself feel disheartened to think about covering the long distances on old scooter, but some unseen power makes me to reach my destination with out any difficulty even to my own astonishment."
Most of his friends make fun of his utterances and take him lightly or even far granted . But if his devotion for selfless service is taken seriously, he does not appear to be an ordinary person. He appears to have achieved the highest order of penance as per our religion that is Hinduism.
Here I quote two texts of SrimadBhagwadgita from chapter 12 and 14 respectively, as my dedication to this great man which reflects his personality to a large extent.
Arjuna asks to Krishna, what is the best form of penance
Bhagwan Krishan replies to Arjuna,
"If however, you are unable to work in this consciousness of me , then try to act giving up all results of your work and try to be self situated.
If you can not take to this practice , then engage yourself in the cultivation of knowledge (Gyan). Better than knowledge , however , is meditation (Dyana or Bhakhti) , and better than meditation is renunciation of the fruits of action ( Karm fal Tyag) , for by such renunciation one can attain peace of mind."
Arjuna says who has transcended the mode of nature .Bhagwan Krishna replies ,
"He who is situated in the self and regards alike happiness and distress , who looks upon a lump of earth , a stone and a piece of gold with an equal eye , who is equal towards desirable and undesirable , who is steady , situated equally well in praise and blame , honour and dishonour , who treats alike both friend and enemy and who has renounced all material activities - such person is said to have transcended the mode of nature ".
Monday, 11 September 2017
" What Shankar Knows is worth knowing and what Shankar does not know is not worth knowing "
These were the lines written by Tyndale Biscoe , a great educationist and first Principal of CMS Mission School Srinagar in his Book 'Sunlight and Shade' This reflects the depth of Knowledge and illustrious personality of a great teacher of his times and the son of soil Pt.Shankar kaul.
Pt. Shankar Kaul was born in year 1879 near Batyar Mohalla of Aali kadal Srinagar. After completing his early education in State High School, he got admission in CMS Mission School Fateh Kadal, where his personality began to develop under the worthy guidance of Mr. Tyndale Biscoe, Principal of the School.
Shankar Kaul proved to be a brilliant student , good swimmer and a magnificent hiker. After completing his education i.e. BA. and B.T from Lahore university Shankar Kaul joined as Teacher in the same school and became famous due to his ability and knowledge .He remained attached with the school for fifty three years and rose to the position of Head Master. Pt. Sansar Chand Koul, Nandlal Bakaya, N.N. Fotedar , Shiv ji Koul and Master Zinda Koul were great teachers and his contemporaries. While teaching at the school , he also became instructor of swimming, hiking and Gymnastics. Being a devout Hindu, he was also having full knowledge of Christianity and Islam. He used to quote the sayings of every religion while proving his point or delivering lectures. He was a very good orator and his early morning lecture to gathering of students had a deep impact and a magical effect on the audience . He was also very much Intrested in social service. He along with a group of students voluntarily visited the areas effected by epidemics , fires or floods to help the people. He also raised his voice against the exploitation of animals.
He initiated an agitation against child marriage , which was very common those days . He also met Mahraja Hari Singh and persuaded him to pass the bill for Widow remarriage . Hindu widows of Kashmir got the right of remarriage in year 1928. Mr. Biscoe has well appreciated the efforts of Master ji ,in this regard, in his book Sunlight and shade . .
Being a man of diverse qualities, Master Shankar Pandit was appointed as Commissioner of city Municipality by Mahraja Hari Singh. Master ji took much Intrest in the cleanliness drive of Srinagar city . The Govt. used to consult him regarding social service schemes to be initiated by them.
Despite of being a teacher in Christan Missionary School , he was a devout Hindu and very much interested in his own religion. During leisure time,he remained busy in his spiritual pursuits and had attained greater heights in the field. He always helped poor and needy and laid much stress on the purpose of life. He used to say , to get destroyed for a purpose is better than living a purpose less life. He was a great Karmyogi pandit. He was having spiritual liaison with Bhagwan Gopi Nath ji, a great saint of Kashmir .
I would like here to quote an incident from the life of Master ji which justify his spiritual attainment.
Master ji used to visit Hari Parbat daily early in the morning to pay his obeisance at the feet of Mata Sharika ji. Once he had to stop his daily schedule because of fracture in his leg due to some accident. One day he looked in desperation towards Hari Parbat from the window of his house located on the banks of Jehlum and murmured ," Mata I am not able to visit you presently but you have also forgotten me ; can't you send me your prasad even?"
At the same movement an unknown person named Bhagat ji who was at Hari Parbat got a vision of Mata , who ordered him to take some prasad from here and deliver it to Master Shankar pandit of Ali Kadal.
Bhagat ji took some Prasad and entered the house of Master ji much hesitantly and sat just near the entrance. He could not venture to handover Prasad to Master ji. He thought Master ji will make fun of him if he revealed truth to him. But Master ji affectionately called him in and asked for the Prasad , which Bhagat ji most readily offered . Thereafter, Bhagat ji became a great desciple of Master ji.
He distributed knowledge to all the student and believed in Nishkaam Karma through out his life. Pandit Shankar Kaul left this mortal world in year 1963 .
Friday, 18 August 2017
Pooja was just seventeen when she completed her School education and stopped studying further as there was no college in her village . She was the only child of her father, who was a rich Landlord of the village and her mother a seasoned housewife. Therefore, Pooja was a pampered child of family and brought up with much fanfare. But Pooja was very innocent by nature and totally ignorant about the facts of life as compared to other girls of her age. Now Pooja had left school, radiant, bursting with life , thirsting for happiness , ready for all the joys and all the risks which she had already anticipated in imagination. She looked like portrait of Godess , with her dark hair and fair complexion. Her eyes were blue with a dark mole on her chin. She was tall with a developed bust.
Once sitting near the window of her bed room she began to dream of love. For sometime her thoughts have been filling up with anxious anticipations of its advent. She had only to meet him . What would he be like? She did not really know . She only knew that she would worship him with all her heart and soul. They would go on long walks , they would hold hands , pressing close to each other , hearing their heartbeats suddenly she seemed to feel him close by her side and a shiver of sensual longing ran over her whole body.
After some time village priest brought the proposal of a boy namely Ashok who was a graduate and living in a near by village. But the parents of Ashok had already expired . Pooja's father asked the priest to bring the boy someday to their house so that they know each other better. Ashok was a very smart boy of average height with a very good sense of humour. Every body in the house began to like him gradually as he started to visit their house.
One day Ashok proposed Puja when her parents were not at home. Ashok seizing the hand of Pooja whispered to her, " tell me Pooja dear, will you be my wife?" She bent her head and when he again whispered , " Do give me an answer, I love you". She raised her eyes gently to his and he read her answer in her glance.
She was blushing ,panting and strangulated with emotion when her father one day added with a smile , " we can not do anything without discussing it with you. Your mother and I have no objection with this marriage , but we do not wish to put any pressure on you. You are much better off than he is, but when it is a question of lifelong happiness , the consideration of money ought not to come in . He has no near relative living , so if you do marry him , he will come into our family as a son , whereas with someone else it will be a case of our daughter going among strangers. We like the boy .We seek your opinion. Pooja stammered in affirmation and marriage was fixed.
On the night of marriage Ashok pressed the ears of Pooja with his lips, saying ," Today you will be my little wife". Although she had learnt the facts of life from her school friends, she still only thought of the romantic aspect of love and was surprised .His wife? Was not that she already ?" Then he clasped her in arms and she surrendered because she remembered the words of her mother that from now on you are all his. Finally with some inquisitiveness some pain and some excitement marriage was consummated.
Excitement of marriage lasted for some months when Pooja noticed some indifference in the attitude of Ashok towards her. Ashok had taken full charge of the farms of his father in law. Pooja first thought it is because of work load of Ashok that he can not afford to give her much time. But soon it transpired that Ashok had developed illicit relations with some farm girl , who had become pregnant by now. This ill action of Ashok gave a shock to the whole family in general and particularly to Pooja. She wanted to severe all relations with Ashok. But father of Pooja, who was a seasoned landlord and a business man , gave serious thought to the problem and paid considerable amount of money to father of farm girl and advised him to arrange the marriage of his daughter , which he did later on.
But it was difficult for Pooja to compromise with the situation. She dared not face the people she met, convinced that they would whisper behind her back. She felt a grudge against Ashok in her heart for not understanding her and having no refined modesty and delicacy. She felt as if it were a veil , a barrier between herself and him, realising for the first time that two people can never understand each other's deepest feelings and thoughts. They may walk side by side and sometimes embrace , but they remain apart and moral being of each one is eternally isolated all through life. Pooja could realise that facts of life are not always sweet but sometimes bitter also.
Tuesday, 8 August 2017
Anita was living along with her two kids Anshoo and Amit at Jammu. Her husband Major Anil was in Kashmir on frontier duty somewhere near Kupwara . It was monsoon season in Jammu and raining heavily through out that night . Anita after rising from bed and finishing her daily early chores went over to the window, but the rain showed no sign of stopping . The downpour had rattled all night against the panes and the roof . The lowering sky , full of water ,seemed to have burst , drenching the earth and reducing it to a muddy paste like melted sugar . Furious gusts of wind were blowing , laden with stuffy heat , and the roar of flooded gutters filled the empty streets , where the houses like sponges sucked up the damp , which found its way inside and made the walls sweat from cellar to attic.
Anita was very happy today as her husband Anil was coming soon to home for a long leave as she was now ready to grasp all the joys of life of which she had long dreamt. She wanted to visit Malls , shopping complexes and cinemas along with Anil and children. She was only anxious about the weather so that it may hinder the home coming of Anil. She wanted the weather cleared and for many times she scanned the horizon anxiously that morning . Suddenly she noticed that she had forgotten to awoke her children from bed as their school time was approaching fast .No sooner children arose from bed , she promptly prepared them and went to kitchen for preparing their breakfast. After serving them breakfast, she accompanied the children to nearby street to board them in the school bus . The downpour continued and Anita took the children under umbrella towards main Street. The howling wind drove the rattling rain against the umbrella and flooded the roadway making pools and puddles of muddy rain water. Soon the children boarded the school bus and the Bus drove on splashing muddy water of the pools through its wheels. While returning to home Anita could observe the violence of storm abating gradually . Soon it was only a kind of drizzle , a fine mist of flying raindrops. The cloud ceiling began to rise and clear , and suddenly through an invisible opening a long slanting gleam of sunlight shone down. Now on reaching home she was happy to see a blue and clear expanse of sky spread over the whole earth . A gentle fresh breeze passed like a sigh of relief from the window. But it is often said that there is a lull before a greater storm. Soon the telephone bell rang and Anita was informed by an unknown Voice from the unit of her husband that Anil was martyred last night while fighting with the terrorists. Anita could not beleive the words . The whole world appeared topsy turvey before her eyes. She could not bear the gravity of message and collapsed in comma on the floor near by dropping the receiver unawares.
When she recovered from comma, she could see her apartment filled with unknown people . The dead body of Anil had also arrived in tricolour with full military honours. Anil had shown much valour while fighting the intruders and killed three of them single handedly. All the five Pakistani intruders had been neutralised against the death of one Indian Major Anil, who had proved himself to be a real warrior. The name of Major Anil had also been recommended for Kiriti chakra award .
But Anita appeared indifferent to all this , even she was not attending to her wailing children sitting besides her. She had turned into a stone. Her sunken and vacant eyes were dry. She was like a corpse. Every body was worried about her mental state and wanted she should cry.
At last after much persuasion of the womenfolk around her she cried while embracing her children. It was with a wild shreik , tears began to flow from her eyes. She wept bitterly shedding torrents of tears. She wailed bitterly. All the woman and even menfolk around there could not hold tears. The storm in the life of a person is sometimes much more stronger than the storm of nature . But the people around heaved a sigh of relief on shedding of tears by the Anita , because this sudden shock could have affected her balance of mind.