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June 26, 2004 I have gone for many vacations and trips, but none so soothing and peaceful as the one in Mt.Abu dated 5th October 2002. Even though it was a trip organized by my Travel and Tourism department, mainly for the project to be prepared which was concerned with our internals, it turned out to be a spiritual learning experience for me. And this wealth of knowledge wasn’t showered on me by any temples, priests, or teachers but by two kids aged less than 8 years. While on tour, we were in the process of visiting one of the temples. It was there that I met this kid called Sanjay. He told me that he was a guide and ensured me of the satisfaction that I would get after listening to this part of the tales, regarding the formation and importance of the temple. In the beginning I and few of my other friends hired him probably because of his innocent sounding phrases, which he delivered to us. I don’t recall all of them, but some which I remember are as follows. To be seated in a garden without flowers is as good as a well without water and to visit places without being a couple is as good as not having a guide in a tourist place. To ensure my safety of economy, I asked him then itself what sum would he take for his time with us, he replied in a kind and low voice ‘ten rupees’. Something had struck me by that time for the boy, perhaps his phrases, age or the voice that made me melt to know more about him and his life. While removing my shoes just outside the temple, I thought that he would accompany me and my friends in the holy place, but for some reasons he didn’t. It didn’t strike me at that time to put the question to him, perhaps because of the rush and some other thoughts flying through my mind. After stepping out from the temple, I noticed a few more kids like him trying to pursue different tourists to hire them. I asked him if they were his friends. He answered me back in his slow and soft voice that they were in his school. This gave me a kind of indication as if he was somehow trying to avoid, the romance of answering it, as he didn’t want to mix friendship with his job. This answer of his made me further curious to know about his part of life. He told me, he had one brother who like him was in the same class that was 4th STD. When asked about the purpose of the money he earned, he said that was to meet his school fees and other related expenditure. He also told me about his love with the game of cricket, and that he had two bats at his place and wished to buy one more like one of his other friends. I had come to know by this time how tough life had come on him. And I knew what so ever I would try to do would be less and nothing compared to his pains. My hands were too empty to give him anything precious except some chocolates and money for the bat he wished to buy one day. He had left the place after completing his job, but not before making me realize the fact that God was not always in the temple itself. God was present everywhere, where, irrespective of the fact that, the place had joy or pain. But that wasn’t the end of the day for me. During my visit to Ambaji the same day, while I was having lemon water with one of my friends, a boy aged between 5 and 7 years approached me. He was playing some very delightful music on an instrument called “EK TARA” The softness of his music, made me give all my ears to his credibility. I didn’t have enough money to reward him for his skills with the instrument. But what so ever I had, I gave him with immense pleasure and happiness. When asked by my friend, as to why he played “EK TARA” to please others, he replied that due to some disease his father had passed away leaving him and his mother behind to tackle the cruel world. But cruelty wouldn’t harm him, for he knew that he had to live and for it he knew he had to earn his bread. He may have been just a kid without a father and a broken heart but for me he became an ever remembering inspiration for which I pet named him the “Lion heart” The conclusion which I drew from both these incidents was “WHATS IMPORTANT IS NOT THE YEARS IN YOUR LIFE, BUT THE LIFE IN YOUR YEARS”. ------------ About the author: Hi! I am Raghvendra, 19 years of age. Presently am pursuing my graduation from Baroda universty, my subject is english literature. How am I here? Well, I love writing, from articles to poems to plays and these days I am into writing a novel. Email: always_always@rediffmail.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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