Bed- Part: 2
The tone of voice always struck
my ear. Those voices are part of life and we try to seek the meaning out of
them. Still I am in search of new life which I want to lead. As I am just
eighteen and working in an office as an assistant in the market of Lajpat
Nagar, I just keep on taking calls and persuade them to buy the products. The
engineers beside my chairs keep on reporting me and I make a survey of their
work.
I returned to home after nine at
evening. After office I go to visit friends and enjoy their company. After
having some snacks I come to home .My mother stands outside the door and welcomes
me with a sweet smile. Throwing down the bag I began to take a nap.The
reminisces of childhood began to appear in my mind as dreams.
There were tea gardens around .I
collected “chalta tenga” a type of fruit, and kept in bag. Giri was with me as
we both were returning from school .The ladies in tea gardens were plucking
tea-leaf and keeping in the bag behind them. I like the way .I always used to
enjoy such view; it was really interesting to see such scenario. There was some rest house like bus stand where those
labors used to sit during rainy season. We children used to enjoy our tiffin
there .There used to large drums were black tea with salt used to be made and
distributed among the laborers. It was really enjoyable to have such tea in a
mug they present. The children of those ladies used to sit beside the roads
with umbrella and keep on waiting until the mothers get leave. Anyway they were
very happy to get such job because company offered house, firewood, rations to
them including bonus. And I was happy to be there as part of such community who
were so innocent and laborious in nature. The stories of Lokas Uncle used to
win my heart.He used to sing the song, which still I remember.
Sajani go Take
barho maram lagela
Lal sarhi paye
jhumur take sajela
( dear I love
you,red saree
and the ornament jhumur suits you)
Year passed. Many things changed.
I began to realize we were in a new land, new culture and we adopt. Though
being part of multicultural society we used to have fun, but being part of
native culture gives more confidence. We learn about our identity and way of
life deeply. Those moments of experiences made me enthuastic in nature.
I remember another lady. She was
short in height with dusky skin. Her dim eyes represented her cleverness. She
was a girl of sixteen but seemed very furious. She began to shout at me and
speak many things. I began to tremble .It was really shocking to see someone
speaking against in front you yourself .I beg excuse ,it created a sense of
winner in her ,she showed more temperament
.I got afraid and ran away. It was my mistake to reach there but I was
unsure of such incident.
Later I came to know more and
more about the incident .I tried to show myself as clean but it was unheard. I
decided to get back from everything. So I said sorry with humble request and
took blame upon me and now I am happy. Sometimes we do well by running away from
such confrontation because you can not spoil your time and mind in nonsense
arguments.
It was a year later even same thing
happened. Also next year same sort of unpleasant incident occurred in life but
they gave me more strength to understand the fact that these are very minor
things in life and they help us to enter in a new phase of life or towards new
experiences.
