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| couldn't take a pic on the day related to the post. this was taken on another day |
Using a
bigger spade he throws some sand on the sieve. He sits down on one side of the
sieve and uses the garden spade to sieve the sand. The coarse particle remains
on his side of the sieve and the finer particles of sand form a small heap on
the other side of the sieve.
On the
other side of the sieve, mimicking his dad, is a 3-4 year old boy, around 2
feet tall, looking all cute and adorable. On his countenance is the expression
of a man who's doing the most important thing the world could offer. I watch
them work diligently sieving sand.
After
sometime, the man got up, strolled away from their work area, took out a packet
of guthka (chewing tobacco) and
swallowed it down. His son, meanwhile still sieving sand, looked back at his
role model just at that precise moment, but got back to sieving quicker than he
had turned to look at his dad..
The man
picked up the spade picked up some sand on the spade and asked his son, who was
having the time of his life STANDING on the sieve and sieving the sand, to move
from the sieve, as he was about to throw the next packet for sieving. The kid
shows his hand to his father, asking him to stop, removes the coarse particles
of the sand with his garden spade from the sieve, and then motions with his
hand to his dad as if giving a green signal..!! The man waits patiently for his
son to move. He's too tired even to scold him it looks from where I stand. Or,
perhaps, he was different from other dads. His son moves, and he gets back to
his work.
Within
few minutes, the man stands up and strolls inside the building being
constructed. His obedient 3yr old diligently sieving the sand.
The kid
stands up and looks around to see his dad missing.. He gets apprehensive for a
while. That's the first time I see a "child" on the countenance of
this 3yr old. He looks as if he's about to cry. But that countenance disappears
quicker than it appeared. He goes to the heap of sand, throws his spade (like
his dad had done just a while ago) on the sand. He looks around and sees a spent guthka packet lying on the ground. He
picks it up. I cross my fingers. "Don't!", I want to shout. My voice
stifled by the cold northwesterlies that hit
me. He looks inside the packet, turn it over in his other palm and gulps the
contents. He throws the packet with the attitude of self-importance; picks up
the spade he had thrown into the sand; goes back to the sieve and starts
sieving again…….
I close
the door, the wind still in my veins chilling down my spine. I sit on my bed
and close my eyes……
How do
you think this child will grow?
How do
you think Raja's 2G scam gonna affect him?
How do u
think 20% off for burgers at McDonald's gonna help him?
How do u
think home loans and education loans will help him?
What will
his psychology be like?
How do
you think he'll perceive this world to be like?
I had so
many questions in my head.. I felt so lost inside.. Am I the only one feeling
so?
