November 01, 2004

Mother...

Our mess remains off on every Friday night. This Friday I was with my friends Rituraj (Atal), Tarun and Rahul. Rituraj told a story by Ravindranath Tagore on the dinning table. Story goes like this…
A boy was in love with a girl so one day he decided to propose to her. Somehow he strengthened himself and told her about his feelings. She replied in affirmative but kept a demand in front of him. She asked him to bring ‘Kaleja (Heart)” of his mother. The boy was in love with her so passionately that he couldn’t say no to her. He came back to home. His mother was waiting for him on lunch so she said “ Beta munh haath dho lo khana tayyar hai (get fresh lunch is ready)”. When the boy heard these words he left out the plan to kill her and hid the knife. It wasn’t possible for him to forget the girl so in the night he entered in his mother’s room and took the “ Kaleja(Heart)” out of her body. Next morning he went to meet the girl. He was very happy. Suddenly he was struck on the road with a stone and the “Kaleja(heart)” came out from his hands onto the road. A sound came from it “ beta kahin chot to nahin lagi (son… are you ok?)
Though we might have read this story in our school days but it is still very influential. As someone said .......
“God couldn’t be everywhere so he created mothers.”

No comments: