Yesterday, I was walking down the road to my "HOME" at A.G.S. Colony. (I wonder what that means... AGS?) Anyway as far as the day was concerned I was a bit relaxed as for the first time I had completed an assignment well before the deadline. I was walking in the road pondering about something… about the changes that took place in my life, in my attitude and everything that I had been MISSING… I bought the groceries for the night’s meal. Some vegetables, tomato, curd, eggs oil etc. I stopped by the stall in which I had my daily Samosas. I Thought that it would go well as the side dish of the meal. Anyway I asked for 4 samosas as Saravanan anna was also at home. In fact he is the main cook! Fine let us get back to the story of the blog.
The stall is taken care by a north-Indian dude and (possibly) his brother. A boy of age 6 or 7. The boy will always bore a sad look on his face. I have hardly seen him smile. He does, of course when something funny happens on the road. He parcelled the samosas for me. I was always worried about his education… (May be as my trust is working on that issue…) I asked him “School Poriyaa thambi…”.
That was IT! You should have seen his face! His face was radiating happiness in all directions. He was very happy to speak about his school… “Aama sir, padikkirhaen!”. I responded like “Yentha School…”. He replied in sentences! “Ingathaan sir pakkathila, D… school…”. I couldn’t even make out what he said. He was so fast & it flowed like a river. I couldn’t get hold of his words partly because of his Hindi mixed accent and partly because of the rate at which he spoke…
By the end of the small chat I found, felt & I was humbled by that small boys interest in school. I was walking back to my home with the thoughts of him and the ways to help the innumerous “HIMS” in my country… I sure, didn’t get a solid plan by which I should act but for sure, I know that I should act… I am looking forward to help the boy in his studies.
