Tuesday, December 27, 2005
“Samadhan Dattatreya Naiyik Nagre, Bahuth Lamaba naam he…” the boy quipped..
I was on my way to office and Samadhan was my pillion rider.He has asked me for a lift to the nearby junction.
We talked a lot.
I quizzed him on his school,studies and many other things lest the journey be boring….
The boy was short for his age..he said he was studying in tenth standarad.His school was near my office and and lived three kilometers away.The boy was affectionate,like a respectfull younger brother full of energy.
‘Achaa.. Samadhan,what does your father do?’
‘Don’t know,he left us and married another woman’
The reply was taut,like a candidate giving an answer for an interview.It showed absolutely no emotions.
I was taken aback.
Was the kid too ignorant to realize what had happened to his family or was he used to the question; I could n’t figure.
The journey almost fell into a silence when suddenly he asked me.”what do you do?”
‘Im an Engineer,’
'Are you a computer engineer?'
'Yes im one..'
'I too want to be one…I know it is hard.
My mother works in fields and sometimes she goes as maid servant.
She is ill but still she works,I want to end that, I will study hard and be an engineer,if possible ill be a computer engineer..'
Samadhan said as he got down from his bike…
I saw his face..there was determination and hope ,ruggedness and passion…
Images of my own not so modest childhood flashed in my mind, though my family had its share of liabilities ,my parents always strived hard to get us good education and most of all…… I had a family,a family which cared for me..and loved me..which I always took for granted.
I was ashamed.I was always like all middle class boys were..nothing was enough for me..as there were people with more always around ….but I never felt lucky to have had all that I had had in my life…
Samadhan was looking at me
I hid my face behind my helmet and shook hands with Samadhan and wished him all the best..
"You are the first computer engineer who is giving me a shake hand .One day ill be like you. ...."
he said, holding my hand with all the grace he could..
The boy left excited .
I rode on…ashamed..