I Too Have a Life: A Short Story

It was the first day of my school. I was just crying like other cry-babies. My parents were busy getting me ready and I was wondering why they were hurrying to send me away from them. And suddenly I heard my name. Someone was shouting, “Sherly come down fast!” I panicked thinking my dad had called some men to get me. Then my mother introduced me to Ramu uncle who was looking not so happy after calling my name number of times. He gave me a quick big smile to change my crying look. But I was still frozen refusing to leave my mother. Finally I got a deal to get a Barbie doll and finally I got into the auto rickshaw.

                                                                                                                 

The first day experience was really unforgettable. It was my first step into this big world with so many strangers of my age. I was good at making friends and hence I started enjoying the things. And Ramu uncle was always there to entertain us. As I was growing older I came to know many things about Ramu uncle. My elder brother Sumit used to go to school with Ramu uncle’s auto rickshaw. He had two children, one daughter and a son. My dad used to chat with him about his everyday life and also helped him financially many times. He also never forgot to show us gratitude. He used to come at our home with his family on some occasions like Ganapati festival and Diwali. Once my mother told me how my brother punched Ramu uncle on his first day at school and I failed to hold my laugh though I felt sorry for Ramu uncle.

We really had nice time in our auto rickshaw journey. Everyone was a fan of Ramu uncle and his Bollywood songs collection. He used to give us a treat on the end of our every semester exam. I was growing older and moved up to 10^th standard. Everyone else in my auto rickshaw group found their own way to come to school. Some chose bicycle or a scooter and some were simply coming by the bus. But I stick to auto rickshaw as my parents were refusing to let me go by scooter for some safety reasons. My brother was doing engineering that time. I and one more girl named Sneha were the only seniors left in the auto rickshaw.

I had my last board exam on that day. Ramu uncle was there to pick me after the exam. I was very happy. I was feeling like I was on cloud 9. Sneha went with her dad and I was alone in the auto rickshaw. But I wasn’t caring about the world. I was planning many things to celebrate two months vacations. Ramu uncle offered me a treat and I said yes to follow the tradition. By the time I realized that we were heading on a wrong way. As I warned Ramu uncle, he said he had a big surprise for me. He treated me with burger and ice-cream. We took the same path later because Ramu uncle had known some shortcut. That shortcut led us to non-residential area outside the city.

Two days had passed since my last board exam. But I wasn’t able to sleep for a second. The monster part of the Ramu uncle came out that day. What if someone would have done the same thing to his daughter? Why did not I refuse to get that treat and simply returned to home? And many more questions were rushing to my mind. I felt really sorry for all women who faced the similar mental and physical torture before. It was just not the sexual harassment or so called an accident but it was a moral attack on my whole family. Finally I talked with my mother and she fell on the ground in shock. Sumit bhaiya turned into angry protecting brother and called some of his friends to bring hockey sticks and went to beat Ramu uncle. My dad just stood there in silence and was continuously watching me without a movement of his eyelid. He hugged me and said that everything was going to be alright. He gave me the strength but could not resist crying when he was in bed.

Finally I got justice and Ramu uncle sent to jail for twenty years with non-bailable punishment. Everyone offered me sympathy but the world did not change a little. It affected only one life and it was me. I went for a makeover and achieved my doctorate in public policy. After all I too had a life and I did not have a right to end it by myself.

Today I run one of the most successful NGOs in India called ‘Save Girl, Save Future’. Yesterday I went to visit a village in Haryana. I decided to meet their sarpanch first to get his help. He sarcastically asked me a direct question, “Why should we grow our daughters, ma’am? So some monsters can have their benefits.” It went to my heart like an arrow. He was speaking a truth. I have noticed the rape cases increasing every year after my incident. I chose to be silent. Then two beautiful girls came out of his house with tea and some snacks. He introduced me to his daughters. I asked him surprisingly that why he chose to grow his daughters. And he said simply, “To make them like you and help others’ daughters”. Finally my tears found their way to come out.

A Life in AUDI Q5

This is the story of every Indian middle class young in today’s world. When he starts to step in the canvas shoes and join a school to cross the phase of literacy his parents start daydreaming and imagine their child in every possible uniform. Such fancy dress competitions come into their mind several times until their child chooses one of them. This is not their fault. If everyone is running in a race then it is natural to feel that our child should also take part in the race and always try to lead it.

What actually the child thinks. When his father drops him to the school on a scooter, he notices only the students who come in cars and wish to come in a car one day. The students in cars always think to come by bigger and luxurious cars. And they follow this trend in everything they use in everyday life. Eventually they get inducted to the disease called comparison. They take part in many competitions and try their best to come first. Those, who fail, start to prepare for the next and this goes on. As they grow, their dreams also show maturity. They step into the bigger world with growing number of greedy competitors.

Many dreams get trashed by the parents or sometimes the children themselves refuse to follow their capabilities and they choose maximum money giving career. There was my one friend who was preparing for IIT entrance exam. He always wanted to become an IAS officer. Once I asked him the reason behind choosing the different track and he simply stated that he was fulfilling his father’s dream and he was going to study for IAS after completing his engineering. What a trap that was!

Everyone has a clear idea about their goals by the end of the school life. Everyone decides to become a recognized doctor, engineer, businessman or at most a lawyer and get a bungalow or a sea face flat in Mumbai or luxurious one with well architecture in Gurgaon. Then buy a luxurious car, Audi Q5 in my case. They just want to throw this middle class life and want to be a millionaire in one night. But sometimes our own expectations kill our dreams.

Some fail at very first step and the number increases as they go further. Then also they don’t stop expecting, but reality comes on their way slowly and they start to reduce the number of goals. They dream of a luxurious flat without architecture. The car gets smaller. Their so called FUTURE plans become future plans. Once I met a friend who failed in almost every competition in his life and I was keen to know his future plans. According to him, the only way to live a luxurious life in his situation is to sell everything he has and buy his dream car, say Audi Q5 and spend his remaining life in it which was still impossible and virtual.

I found only conclusion from this and that is to stop expecting and start living.