Life is such a puzzle, whose answer is found only by someone. When he desperately searches for her. But sometimes it becomes such a maze. Where we have to get out of it by looting our lives like an Abhimanyu. But it is necessary in all this that we should not lose our self-control under any circumstances. At any moment, do not bring hatred towards anyone in your heart. If someone ill-treats us, we should keep our mind calm. And no one else should be blamed for that. To prove something like this, I have tried to write a touching story of a poor laborer.
The New Year was about to arrive. All the workers in the factory were busy at work. Due to the winters, the temperature of the sun god was almost negligible and it was getting cooler. Nandu's eyes were repeatedly going towards the clock hanging on the wall while working in the factory.
That clock was installed when the factory was built and hasn't been changed since. Time had passed very slowly for Nandu. When he remembers home, time seems to be running very fast. He was getting desperate like a bird yearning to get out of the cage.
In the noise of the machines, his friend Shamu, who was also his neighbor, asked him,
“What happened Nandu? Looks very upset."
Nandu probably did not want to tell his problem to anyone. So he replied controlling his facial expression,
“Oh no Ray, I am just looking at the vacation time. Sir, I have some work. ,
"Is there any need?"
"Oh no- no, nothing. Just needed some money in the house.
Nandu answered Shamu's question with folds of trouble on his forehead. Shamu again consoled and said,
“Ok Nandu Bhaiya, by the way sir is a very gentleman. Will definitely solve your problem.
Then there was a loud siren sound which was the signal for the holiday. All the laborers were coming out like children coming out after a school break. The sound of the machines had fallen silent and its warning was taken by the conversation of humans. In a few moments, when all the workers left, there was a silence in the factory.
Even in this silence in Nandu's mind, there was a different noise of a storm. As soon as he reached outside Bade Saheb's office. There Munshi Ghanshyam Das saw him and on seeing him said,
"Nandu, what are you doing here? Did you have some work?"
Munshi ji, the work is done by big people. Poor people like us have compulsions. Which forces you to go anywhere.
"Why are you talking like this? Everything is fine, isn't it?
′′ Well? The welfare of the poor is in the welfare of the rich. Our life is dependent only on the rising and setting of the sun. Similarly one day our life will also drown. Have to live for so many days, just keep burning like the sun.
"What is this being said? You are the same Nandu who gives courage to others. Nandu who faced the storms got scared of the gusts of wind today.
“Trees that stand strong and weather the storms. Whose storm and water can also spoil something. The termite of time eats those trees in such a way that the tree looks strong from above but becomes hollow from inside and then even a gust of wind blows it away like a straw and throws it somewhere far away.
Saying this, Nandu's eyes had become nameless. Munshi knew him well. He was never going to give up. Then today don't know how he had become so weak. To know the reason, Ghanshyam Das asked Nandu what happened, then Nandu replied that for the last four-five years no crop has been grown in the fields and barns due to the weather. Now there is not even a grain of food in the house. The daughter had become fit for marriage. Married by mortgaging the farm. Now every day the debtors come to demand.
Chhotu's fees were not paid for many months, so he has also been expelled from the school. The wife cries and feeds everyone little by little and goes to bed hungry himself. Now the party is just to give, but think what will happen to the family later. While telling all this, tears of pain flowed from Nandu's eyes.
Munshi E didn't know all this and when he came to know all this, he couldn't believe that Nandu didn't say anything to anyone despite all this happening. What courage is there in him who is bearing everything alone.He didn't understand how to react to Nandu's condition. Ghanshyam Das patted Nandu on the back and said,
“Take courage Nandu, everything will be fine. Stop these tears, they make a person weak. Often the hope of fighting life dies by drowning in the ocean of tears. May I also go to sir's office, maybe there will be a solution to your problem.
Both proceed to enter the office,
'Come in, master?'
Munshi opened the door and asked the sahib sitting inside.
“Come on Munshiji, how did you come?”
Keeping the file on the table, Sahib asked Ghanshyam Das. Hesitatingly Munshi ji said,
“Sir…this is Nandu. Has been working in our factory for many years. Its honesty is set as an example in the whole village.
“Munshi ji, there must be many more people doing such work. You come to the point, why have you brought it here?
“It needs some money, sir. He is in great trouble.
As soon as Ghanshyam Das said this, sir got up from the chair and said in a harsh voice
“I have not looted any Kuber's mine here so that anyone can come and ask for it. They do some work and their money is given to them as salary. There is nothing more we can do.
“Master just want some money. Salary will be received in four days, will be deducted in it. The health of the housewife is bad. If the money is not arranged, she will die. Crying Nandu sat on his knees. But there was no softening in the attitude of Sahib. He said again in the same tone,
“Look, there is no use of shedding tears here. Now you can go."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Sir, today we have to go to the neighboring temple to distribute blankets to the poor."
"Oh yes, I had forgotten. Come on or else it will be late.
Saying that sir one of his P.A. went with There was a silence in the room again. Nandu who was sitting on his knees got up and started thinking.
"Nandu, don't worry, everything will be fine."
Having said this, Ghanshyam Das took out 200 rupees from his pocket and said that at present he can help only this much. Nandu thanked Ghanshyam Das while holding the money and went towards the house. Ghanshyam Das was silently looking at her but he too was bound by some invisible chain which he wanted to break but could not break.
There was a mist all around and it was impossible to see more than five steps away. Tired Nandu reached home and saw that his wife was keeping a wet cloth strip on the forehead of their son Chhotu.
"Hey Jhumri, what happened to Chhotu?"
“I don't know, the fever has been rising and falling for a few days. Come on, it's more than enough. Bandages are changing since noon. There is fever that it is not even taking the name of getting down.
When Nandu touched his hand, he saw that Chhotu's body was burning like a furnace of fire. He did not delay at all and immediately took him to the doctor living outside the village. This doctor was not an educated doctor.
Many years ago he had gone to the city with his father and while working with a doctor there, he had learned the trade. Then he came to the village and started living. Nandu's wife's medicine was also going on at his place. When Nandu reached the doctor, after checking for some time, he also replied and advised him to go to the city as soon as possible.
It was about midnight, Nandu and his wife picked up their son, reached the road outside the village through the paths of the fields and reached the government hospital in the city on foot. After some paperwork, her son was admitted. But the doctor had no clue. Nandu several times asked the nurse sitting at the reception who was chatting with her friend sitting next to her. When Nandu asked her about the doctor several times, she got angry and said,
“Are you a minister who will come now doctor. Wait till morning they will come.
“But… but what if something happens to him by morning?”
“It happens to many patients and it is nothing new.”
On hearing this, Nandu lost all his courage. Right now he was moving forward wiping the sweat from his forehead holding the towel kept on his shoulder and amidst the silence in the hospital, a sudden noise started.
“Hey get out of the way…..take me quickly….call a doctor…….”
Meanwhile, Nandu's eyes went towards the lady sitting at the reception, who was sitting and gossiping some time back, now she was calling the doctor and asking him to come immediately. Nandu had understood that the health of some rich man had deteriorated, that's why there was such chaos among all of them. Nandu went and sat beside Chhotu.
"What did he say? Doctor is coming, isn't he?
"Yes…."
Nandu was not told further that he knew that the doctor was not coming for his son but he could not tell this to Jhumri. He didn't have that much courage left.
Some time passed like this, then a voice came,
“Listen….come here….there is a work.”
Nandu immediately got up and left.
“Listen, a boy has met with an accident and has lost a lot of blood. At this time blood is not available from anywhere. Can you give your blood?
“Sir……I…….”
Saying this, Nandu was looking at his son. The doctor understood everything and said, "Look, don't worry about your son, we will take care of him."
Nandu didn't utter a word, but his calm demeanor definitely told the doctor that it was acceptable to him. Nandu stood helpless. The doctor issued an order that Nandu's blood group should be checked and if there is a match with the boy's blood, preparations should be made for transfusion without any delay.
After everything went right, Nandu had come out after giving blood. The doctors saved the boy's life. As Nandu was going towards his son's room, he started hearing voices crying. He got scared at once. When he reached the room running, Chhotu was lying there.
"You brought it too late. The doctor had given medicines. Injections were also done. But we could not save it. ,
These words spoken by the close nurse made Nandu unconscious like a poisoned arrow. He could not see the ground under his feet. There was darkness in front of the eyes. The tears had almost dried up. He could not understand anything.
"Where is my son? Why didn't you take him to a good hospital? Tell me quickly . I'm asking something." This thunderous sound outside attracted Nandu's attention. Not because he was pleading for a son. But because the voice was familiar to him.
When Nandu went out, the voice had calmed down. He saw that his sir was standing in front of him. He was talking to the doctor about something. In between, he was looking at Nandu. It was known by gestures that the doctor was telling his sir that because of this your son got life.
Sir came running to Nandu. As soon as he reached there, he said loudly,
“Whoever he has come to get treated, no stone should be left unturned in his treatment. I will invest whatever money it takes.
Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. When I turned around, the doctor was standing behind. He pointed to that room. Where Nandu's wife was crying. The condition in which Nandu was some time back. Now his sir had also reached his
equivalent.
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