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They say that, change is the only constant in nature. So, even I have decided to give a break to my routine writing style and try out a different format. Normally, I do not work on Sundays. But the last Sunday (Jan 26) was something different. Racing on the bicycle the Sarpanch had given me to use for commuting around the village, I started off at 5.30 in the morning, traversing through fields and houses of curious onlookers. But, what will remain forever with me is the encounter I had at Hardik’s home, at around 7am, when I dropped by for my morning Chai.

“Good morning Manohar sir, how are you?, asked the boy in English with a beaming smile, seeing me so early at his doorstep. Reciprocating his gesture, I just waved him a Hi, and offered a folded Namaste to his grandfather, who was sitting on a Khat, outside his home. The conversation was naturally about his grandfather, as I could not speak of anything else other than that, at that point of time. I was shell shocked, coming to know that, he had an acute paralysis attack, 3 years ago. Prior to it, he suffered from a knee cap replacement surgery, when he fell down from a moving bus. Dadaji was a conductor in a government bus, traversing daily from Kapadwanj to Nadiad. I was further saddened when I came to know that, they took him to a hospital 5 long hours after he suffered from the attack because of no facilities. They didn’t have enough money to afford an ambulance and to top it, they have a strained relation with their neighbors, owing to a property dispute. After a medical check-up, the family could not afford advanced treatment and just let Dadaji be, as long as he can live. It pained me the most.

When my dad suffered from a similar attack in 2012, we took him to the best hospital in less than 10 minutes. There was physiotherapy and advanced physiotherapy for him, for almost 3 years, making sure that he does get back to normalcy. Though my dad doesn’t work anymore, it’s very difficult to say, he had an acute paralysis attack, seeing his present look. This comparison was racing on in my mind. “How a paralysis attack can affect an entire family,” this thought was hammering all sides of my brain, transporting me back to those turbulent days. But then, I can only say that, it is all fate, and no can guess, what will ever happen to anyone of us. Speaking with Hardik’s father, I was still more saddened. When I told him to not give up on physiotherapy or exercising and told him to take Dadaji for any nearby trauma center, he just lay bare his condition, making me silent for almost 20 minutes. I couldn’t utter a single word after that. He said, he’s neck deep in loans, hunted by loan sharks, owing to the installments he has to pay for his Eeco. He also added that, it’s because of this reason that he stays away from home, most of the time. He also said that Hardik and Hemal’s education are his top priority now and he cannot afford to oversee it to better Dadaji’s condition.

I couldn’t say anything after this. I was too emotionally drained, as I was, in parallel, thinking of my own home. What if my dad had not secured his finances, what if we were not able to afford the treatment, what if I didn’t have the resources to complete my education, what if I did not have a strong mother who managed things so well, and these thoughts kept on coming back, after a really long time. I tried putting myself in Hardik’s shoes, but I just could not, as it was too scary for me. The only difference I found between Hardik and me was that, he remains happy with whatever limited he has got, enjoying the present. On the contrary, always searching for something better in the future, I keep on ruining my present.

This single incident was enough to put me on a very deep reflection, letting me thank God for what he has given me, despite taking back a few moments. I also promised myself to not get involved with others who do not reciprocate similar kind of feelings towards me. I made a mental note, to just stay strong, keep working hard, and keep getting better at what I do. Though I felt like staying with them for a whole day, I had to leave after my food, as I had an interview with the Sarpanch at 12.30 pm. The interview went well, I did my best, though it was a very new experience for me, facing camera. I would be getting the edited footage in about two days. Finishing this, I left for Santosh bhai’s home, as he had invited me for lunch. I interacted with his extended family too, who were there for a function at his home. I ate my food silently and just left to my home. I decided not to go anywhere after that, and was just lost in thoughts.  I thank God for making me this capable and giving me, what he could best.