...Stranger than Fiction.
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The theme for the month is "Truth is stranger than fiction"
Hari was the 14th child to be born to his parents, after a gap of 11 years from the 13th. His father was on the verge of retirement when Hari made his appearance. At the time when the second World war was just getting over, and the World was heaving a sigh of relief, a war in Hari's little World was brewing up, even before he was to be born. Almost the day he was conceived, his mother had started experiencing cold war from her husband, as though it was entirely her fault. In today's conditions, with the number of ways in vogue for avoiding pregnancies, Hari, and perhaps most of his siblings, would have never seen the light of the day. But then things were different then, and Hari had to come to this World, and go through his share of suffering.
Ever since Hari started understanding, he understood one thing very clearly, that his father was far from being pleased with his arrival in this, and his World.
His father was a medical doctor, and for some reasons he had started believing that arrival of Hari was ominously bad for him and his family. In fact, he was so insensitively vocal about it that he would call Hari, and introduce him to his friends, visitors and even strangers as 'a curse' thrust upon his family by the high Heavens. Little Hari was incapable of digesting such frequent insinuations. But the dictatorial environment in his patriarchal south Indian home could provide no sympathy or succor to him. The unbearable, constant notes of rejection during his formative stages would drive Hari on the brink of depression. Only the warmth of his mother, and being good at studies saved him from succumbing to the thoughts of committing suicide.
However, as the teen years gave way to the adolescence, young Hari developed the coping up skills with the adversities at home. But, he also started realising that the frozen anger against his father, since the early childhood days, was slowly transforming into a deep rooted hatred for him. Every day added to his life, would add to the ill-feeling, repulsion against the now septuagenarian, frail old man. Hari was no longer a helpless child. He started dreaming to move out of the home, live in a hostel, and perhaps never to go back to the house which housed all the echoes of the invectives, and the ill-will that he was subjected to.
God heard his pleas, or so he thought, when his father agreed to his admission to the medical college, and there for, moving out to a hostel. Hari breathed some freedom. His blocked talents started surfacing, and soon he was a popular student. Home ward thoughts would cast a dark shadow at times, but he was determined to moving forward, and never look back.
Very soon Hari was part of the college milieu. His subtle humour and sharp mind won him many hearts, and he got elected to be the hostel prefect. Main job of prefects was to handle expenses of the hostel mess, and it was a tradition that at the end of their tenures the prefects would be seen in a new suit! However, Hari did not stitch a suit. On the contrary, he managed with lower per capita contributions of the students. This, very cleverly established him to be 'Mr. honest Prefect'. The inside story was different, though. Hari too had made some chunk of money, not enough for stitching a suit of course, but he did not show it off! In fact, he had learned the art of 'fleecing' money even from his father. False and puffed up expenses were shown to get extra money which would go into buying dirty books and extravagance. Was it a kind of expression against his father? He did not know. The college life was going on smoothly, creating a niche for himself, and then something hit him. Life is not always smooth.
Hari got deeply influenced by the clarion call made by Gandhiji's grand son to join the group who would work to change the World. India was just getting into its 'teens' as a free nation, and had alredy started showing signs of corruption, discrimination, and the other ills. The call was to change the society. Hari found himself at the camp in the hills of Maharashtra. A high impact input given at the camp demanded of the men and women to begin the process of change with themselves. Absolute Purity, Honesty, Unselfishness and Love (PHUL) were the standards given to examine their lives against, and jot down where all they had deviated. And then consciously go about putting them right. Simple to say, but difficult to put to practice. However, the motivation created was so strong that most of them returned the stolen library books, paid back the ticket less travel costs to the local bus services, and made up the broken relationships with friends and relations.
On his part, Hari, with great difficulties of fighting the fear of losing his image of 'Mr Honest', managed to return the 150 Rupees he had made while managing the mess. He received rather positive reactions from one and all at the college. This boosted his confidence. And some heart touching positive stories from some of the camp mates about 're-making' their broken relationships further buoyed his courage and decided to re-make his relationship with his father.
Hari wrote a long letter to his father, expressing his angers, hatred, frustrations, feelings..etc about his father. He also confessed about extracting more money from home for his wrongful activities at college. He asked for forgiveness. He felt light. He got good sleep. He posted the letter to his father the next day.
He had only heard from his camp mates about great re-unions they had experienced. But now he was eagerly awaiting similar moment in his life. He literally started dreaming his father hugging him and warm trail of tears wetting their shoulders, and... Often he would be lost in his dreams. It gave him a huge boost of zest for life.
But, then, a few days passed and he did not realise that there was no response from his father so far. As the days turned into weeks, his enthusiasm turned into suspicion. Very reluctantly he called his uncle, and what he heard from him broke him down. It dawned on him how the truth was stranger than the fiction he was weaving in his mind.
It seems his father had become silent after reading the letter, and only after three days he spoke saying that so far he was only suspecting, but the letter confirmed that what ever he was thinking of his son had all come true. He declared that he was dis owning his son from that very moment onward....
P.S.: The truth also is that Hari's father ultimately became very proud of Hari( strange, isn't it?) for what Hari achieved in his life following those 4 standards in life, Purity (of thoughts), Honesty, Unselfishness and Love.
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