Tuesday 27 May, 2008

Do not realize after losing – It Has No Worth

Only eight years old, Armaan was in fact different from all other children of his age. He had seen more of the world than any one of them. His parents were not living together and the divorce case was still hanging in the court. His dream of getting a younger brother was vanished when his mama went for an abortion because it was getting difficult for her to live with his dad. Being a single mother, she considered it unfeasible to carry the burden of two children.

Armaan had a set schedule of staying with his mom and dad on alternate days. Even though both lived on the same street, just two minutes away, Armaan would never ever even think of going to mom when he was at dad’s place or vice versa. He never wanted to be the reason between his parents to argue over.

But Armaan was special. Although too young, he was happy with what he had. He never complained and always presented a happy picture of his family. He was always optimistic that things will get better and he would pray every night for his ‘perfect family’ that he always desire.

Then, something happened which no one ever imagined will occur. Armaan suddenly felt ill in school and was rushed to the hospital. He felt unconscious in the classroom and fainted. By the time his parents arrived, he was back to his senses. It was exactly after six months that his parents were together at one place and he was happy to see that, even though not in the manner he prayed for. The smile on Armaan’s face was saying it all, he was felling better than ever before.

In the coming few days, Armaan remained hospitalized and his parents were there for him. He felt happier in being sick and prayed to God to keep him always sick so that he can get care and love from both the parents. He went through a series of tests and examinations during this time.

At the time of discharging him form the hospital, Armaan’s parents went to the doctor’s room. The doctor looked stunned, puzzled and confused. He felt out of words while talking to Armaan’s parents. He just uttered, “Your son has a tumor and he has only one month left to be with you. I know won’t accept it but this is the truth. Give him all the happiness he deserves”.

Armaan’s parents didn’t know what to do or how to react, they felt speechless and shocked. All they could think is of their son, who was unaware of what all was going to happen. The parents tried to consult doctors all over the globe but of no use. They knew that the time is running and they cannot do anything. Finally, they decide to give him the best time he is worthy of.

His parents told him that they are going to be together now and they will live happily as before. Armaan was surprised but felt relieved that God has finally answered his prayers. His parents also told him to ask for anything he wishes as a gift from them.

Armaan wrote his three wishes in three different envelopes and numbered them. But there was a condition, till one wish is not completed, no one will open the second envelope. Armaan’s parents opened the first envelope which said, “I want you to promise me that we will live as a perfect family”. And his ‘perfect family’ always included his parents, him and his one younger brother. His parents had no other option but to accept. But Armaan told them he will evaluate their actions in the coming days and then decide whether they really kept this promise or not.

His parents tried their level best to make sure that they live like before and even succeeded. Two weeks went by and Armaan felt contented and he started to believe that he has got the foundation for his perfect family. One day he called his parents and said, “I am happy that you guys kept the promise and now, we can open the second envelope.”

His parents had only tears in their eyes and they knew that the most awful is coming and the little Armaan is ignorant about it. It hurt them more and every day was a doomsday for them. The second envelope read, “I want you to take me to Nanital for 10 days vacation”. This was the place where they had gone when his mama was expecting. He always missed that time as he was expecting his younger brother to arrive.

So, they went all the way to Nanital. He relived all the moments again and made sure that he doesn’t miss a single second of it. He felt happy like never before. Although the time was running but Armaan’s parents had no choice but to see their son going away. They couldn’t even cry. The night they were going back, Armaan felt ill and was rushed to the hospital.

Armaan’s condition was getting worse and he was airlifted to the city for treatment. But nothing seemed to help at all. After struggling a week in hospital, Armaan finally bid adieu to this filthy world. The loss was intolerable but had to be lived with. Things seemed darker with every passing moment. Tears kept rolling and there was no end to agony.

After burying Armaan, his parents came back to the house where they found the envelope marked ‘3’. This envelope had Armaan’s last wish written on it. They opened the envelope and it read, “I know that I prayed to God to keep me unwell so that mom and dad can come and see me together but I want to get well now. I have got the ‘perfect family’ I always wanted and no more asking from my side God. Only one request – Please let me live, I do not want to die. I know I am going to leave this world but Please God please ….. Hey mom and dad, tell God no, it is the last wish I promise”.

Armaan left but got his parents together but we don’t want to lose Armaan to understand relations and take them the correct way. Look at yourself and answer; do you really want Armaan to die to get the sense of realization?

According to Mamkol, “Pain has no principle, but do your principles stop you from giving pain”.

2 comments:

Invisible said...

a heart touching story...liked the climax the best....
go on...keep tickling ur creative vein...

Unknown said...

Dear, you really seem flying in your imagination. I thought I would ke laughing after reading your blog but you left me sobbing. Again, I will say keep going.