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 .
Monday, 8 January 2018
My Wanderings - 60. Short story No.- 40. Myopia
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