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Sunday, March 10, 2013

तुम बुरे नहीं हो मेरे बेटे...

Jitu’s composition (Story- A part from the ‘Golden Years’)...
Few a moments comes in the life when we think this life is no more than a scrap. Such a phrase back from my life is here when someone broke up with me. I can’t tell you in words how it feels like when someone very close to you goes away without a reason. All the time nothing but a question betrays in mind, Is I am wrong? I felt all my strivings and painses of being a gentleman, downfall into drain. I sensed myself bleak, incapacitated handicap. I express a wish for assassination of human beings; I express a wish for foreordination of Mayans to be come true. I waited for 21/12/2012 egoistically to see the death of creation, to see the death of macrocosm. But I forgot that He is the supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe. Nothing happened on 21/12/2012.
When I failed to overcome the situation and found myself ineffectual in fighting with the sites, I went to my Mom. I emptied all my ails, pains and troubles in front of Mom. I said,”It’s very difficult for me to forget her; it’s very difficult for me to turn around. I am very bad mom. Tell me mom what I do?”
माँ - “मुश्किल काम करने के साथ शुरू करो, तुम सबसे अच्छे हो सोचना शुरू करो. तुम बुरे नहीं हो मेरे बेटे...
जितेंद्र!

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