Divine realization

It was 22nd July, 2008 and I was in small town on that day to celebrate 50th anniversary of my favorite aunt, which turned out to be very different than what I was expecting.The aunt that I am referring to is a teacher in small village where she is working on her choice and has absolutely no regret in what she is doing today. I have never even seen any remorse feeling on her face with whatever minimal amount she is getting, though she is experienced enough in her profession and holding a good degree. She is a satiated lady I ever know. So turning back, it was a b’day of teacher who is honored amongst her students, school staff including peons and also amongst her village people. When I had received an invitation from her school staff for joining them for the celebration I had absolutely no clue about the celebration.

It was monsoon season when I was in the village. The village was showered with nature. Definitely, ones stress would have got soothed and one had rejoiced for sure during that period. So I was in full mood to be with my aunt on that auspicious day. Indeed to mention I like to visit her school. The school is very different than what we city guys do attend and have experienced.

Teacher in village areas have various roles to play in their life apart from just teaching the syllabus and cultivating students. Here I have seen many teachers contributing out of their own pockets for establishing school library, and even for school picnics. So I had gone to school with my aunt and on our way to school I saw many students carrying flowers to the school. When I had reached the school, I saw many of them sharing colors, card papers with each other. Some were busy in classroom and had closed the classroom’s doors. Some students were standing in groups and discussing about some sequences and giving numbers to each one in group.

After the prayer all of us had gathered in school’s ground and then the principal of the school came in front. He addressed all of us and said it is one of their family member’s b’day and today all of them are in full mood to celebrate it. I was dazed with the statement he referred.”Family member”, it really means a lot. All of them are sharing something that holds them together and bind. Then he requested students to come forward and present the menu that they had decided for their favorite Mam. One of the students stood and ordered to put hands together in definite pattern for their teacher and wished her happy birthday and sung song. Then one by one student was coming forward and started briefing for his teacher, whose b’day was on that day. The speeches were organized and I was stun at all the students. They were just not praising their teacher but actually mentioning the true experiences that they had shared with her and how they had overcome the problems with the help of their teacher. They were also taking this opportunity to thank her on that day and were praying to God that they should get one this kind of mother at every path of their life.

The students that I saw there were just in high schools but when I listen to their speeches I found them more mature than what high school students are actually are. One of the student had come in front was past student, who is now working in the same school out of her wish. Whatever she had addressed brought tear in every one of our eyes. The most important content from her speech was what one should be taking from our teacher? She asked us to take nice handwriting from her, her sweet voice, capability that she has to listen to once problems and give solutions, her language and habit of not uttering any kind of harsh words under any circumstances to anyone in front of her and last but not the least is her approach and attitude towards the life which is keeping her young though she is entering in golden jubilee. After the last speech all students stood in one queue to present handmade bouquet and cards to their teacher for greeting their teacher. It was really unbelievable to see such long queue and nice bouquets that one can make with his/her hands. Entire school was in celebration mood. There were Rangolis drawn outside the classes. Every class’s blackboard had day special as their teacher’s golden jubilee. Then the turn came for my aunt oh, excuse for teacher whose b’day was it. She thanked everyone and thanked God for giving such nice opportunity to work for kids. She even thanked her teachers who shown her the path and enlighten her satisfactory areas at right time of her age. It was incredible.

How come one want to run his/her life for someone else without expecting any benefits out of it? When I asked her about it she said, those who really want it they are never afraid of ending once life in sacrificed way. Rather satisfaction is the only criteria and means of once life then. Such people never bothered whether they will ever get recognized even.

Amazing, that day I really had seen saint I guess. I guess I had seen divine power in human, which enlightened me and made me think for the contribution from my end that I am suppose to do in only one life I have ever got. I felt this celebration was not for someone’s birthday but it was celebration of the day, when God raised a divine power in someone. While all the thinking process was running suddenly someone addressed me to wish my aunt, I woke up but couldn’t say anything apart from few lines:
“Denaryane det jaave,
ghenaryane ghet jaave,
gheta gheta eke divshi,
denaryache haat ghyave!”

Me and my specs

Finally I had reached to the third specs shop in the same week and now I had to finalize one frame for me. Else Prady (my good friend :) ) for sure would have killed me and asked me to rescue her for any kind of shopping that I do with her and make her tired. (She is not the only one who gets nausea out of my shopping but there are many. :) ) Somehow I was not liking any of the frames that attendant was showing. Actually this time the problem was I didn’t know what I was looking for…Prady kept on knocking me saying “mam, you’re looking for specs since you have feared of getting lens infection that Sheetz have got and I know for sure you will not use that specs for that long. So better you choose the one that is cheap and fine.” But I was sure this time to use specs and being proactive for lens infection.

Still I was unable to choose one may be somewhere the in the background process was running another show and I was lost in that…. Last year of engineering I had got the number (power of specs). I was shocked to get specs and cried a lot… I had no other choice but to use specs. I was pleading my optician for lenses and he kept on denying.Suddenly my Sis shouted, “You moron, get specs and let’s go home. You have to wait till a year and half for getting lenses. And anyways who knows you’re acting or no….!” Here I got a jerk. For sure I was not acting for that big number than the one I had acted before.

I was in school that time, I guess had just passed the first term of eight’s std., it was when many of my friends had got power for their eyes. I don’t know why, how but I liked the look in battery they had got. Somehow I was jealous of all of them who had specs and were looking even more studious than what really were they. So I wanted the specs, for so called “studious” and “sincere” looks. But somehow I was not reading enough to get one or maybe I was too healthy to get it. Then I decided to get specs just by acting…Oh, yes. By Acting!

Then I started acting at home; while watching TV I used to cry…after returning from school my head -ache used start. While reading I used fetch tears from eyes. Somewhere my grandparents started noticing all the sufferings I had had. [:O] (After all one should have grandparents for whatever you need at right time [;)]) My granny informed my father, “seems her granddaughter is not well nowadays. Its being three days she was finding tears in my eyes and getting head-ache.”(I had gathered enough information when people get specs what kind of symptoms one will get et al.) My Father asked me and I nodded positively. He asked me whether I have any problem in noticing bus number while catching it for school. However I was not having any clue on this; still, I was bouncing that plan was taking correct move and I will get what I wanted.

Then I geared my study for specs frame, in which I’ll look so called “studious” and “sincere”. I tried my friends’ specs and found the one I was looking for resembling with my favorite cricket player ‘Dada’ (Saurav Ganguly). [There was a trend in my class that time to get things resembling one’s favorite actors, players to show off how much one is crazy for them :)]

My father said we will go to eye specialists on weekend to check what’s wrong with my eyes. Now I was upset. Because many of doctors I have ever visited turn out to be an honest friend or known person for my father. Somehow I wanted to visit optician where they have computerized eye-testing and they prove every human being on earth has minimum power. But who will resist father? Then Again I acted, saying the eye specialist had put the drop which was damn bitter in taste when it came to mouth and the test that doctor conducted was very long. (If you have ever visited any eye specialist then you will come to know what I am talking about. They have some two continuous days test running for determining the power of your eyes and drops they use are really repulsive to run from their dispensaries! ) I casually asked my father putting my problems down, “why can’t we see computerized optician in this new technology world than this eye specialists?” He calmly replied, “I don’t trust them! Eye specialist is the best source to determine and you can rely on.” Then I resisted, “But I don’t like them. They add drops which make me feel like vomiting. Let’s go to computerized checking.” I don’t know how but my father agreed and next day we visited one computerized optician.

Somehow I was hoping for computerized optician theory; this one proved too that I have got very minor number but he also informed my father we can choose to get one specs or no. There I was standing in upset mood; my father glanced at me and said we will opt for one. Then optician asked for specs frame choice and bounced back with all the minor details of frame I desired for. Father was stun indeed to get specific details but he did not utter a word and paid bills. There I was having sigh of relief and ready for new looks.

After that I started using specs and realized I cannot see things from specs in clear way. All the time I was getting bothered with specs frame borders. Also specs was living footprints (may be frame-prints :)) on my nose, and I just left the use of specs. Again my caring grandpa noticed it and informed it to father. Seems his granddaughter was fine now and she was not using specs anymore. At one dine time my father asked me why I was not wearing specs while watching TV show, and reminded the pain and cry I had had before specs. I simply said, specs were not good and I used to see everything without wearing specs. And now after two weeks of continuous use of specs, even head-ache problem got solved, also I had very minor number and use of glasses was limited to my wish as per optician.

But after all I was talking to my father, he did not start conversation for forcing me to use the specs but it was something else. He continued, “so, how may in your class are still left with specs and actual power?” I was astounded with the question and jumbled, “don’t know, very few of us had got the number”. He re-questioned, “Give me the contact numbers of your friends having battery like you I mean having minimal number”. I was dazed while answering, “No no. Not like that you’re thinking father. It was just me.” Somehow he was successful in getting the root of the problem that I had acted for specs. I had almost broken into tears without even getting fired. Then the anchor of the story- my grandpa came into the picture and suddenly caught the ear of my father and said, “You do not have any right to scold your daughter since you had done the same drama when you were in school!” Wow! Suddenly my face turned into bright mood. Granny and grandpa were laughing too. My younger sis was rolling her eyes on me and my father. Needless to say, father took different stand and we had nice dinner.

Now I knew which kind of specs I was actually looking for and could choose one frame for me. Prady was behind me saying “thanks mam, for choosing one. Now let’s celebrate for your specs shopping…!”