“that night has been etched in my mind for ever..coz it was the night which changed my life forever..”
that fateful night… barely…a month ago..I was lying on the stretcher…with my six year old son holdin my hand.. outside the operation theatre.. and my wife with a tensed and scared look on her face.. for me..
Two fortnights prior to that..
I was at an old age home leaving my mother there.. for it was getting very difficult at home with my wife not willing to tolerate her anymore. Irritations…unending confrontations.. unavoidable misunderstandings.. perpetual fights. There was no peace for anyone. So finally I had to give in and take the decision to leave my mother at this old age home. Chose my wife over my mom. Turned away from my responsibility and my duty.
How I could do that… only God knew.. coz my heart was being ripped apart by my own misery at having to see my mom watch me leave…with tears in her eyes that were…silent witnesses to her helplessness..
It was as if she asked me without sayin word.. that if dad was alive would she have had to be here… like an orphan..
I could nt look at her anymore.. n I left.
Days passed by… my son missed her grandma. I used to take him with me to visit her every evening. It was painful to watch her there. But I had to. It made me angry over my wife at times and at my own sorry state for not being man enough to stand up for her at home. I simply was not being son enough. And it was eating me alive.
That fateful night.. barely.. a month ago..
We were all watching this movie called “City of Angels” on the TV. My son by my side. Theres this little sick girl in that movie who is brought to the hospital by her mother in a critical condition. So the doctors take her into the emergency room with her mother watching from outside the glass room. This little girl on the bed keeps raising her head as if she was trying to look at someone. The doctors try to keep her steady while they subject her failing heart to electric shocks. Little do they know that shes trying to look at this angel who comes to take her from this world. One moment shes on the bed looking at him and the next shes standing with him looking at… her lifeless body and her weaping mother. And she leaves with this angel to another world.
That scene brought back memories of my mother taking care of me when I fell sick while I was a kid. And it made me miserable for what I was doing to her now. So I grabbed my car keys and went out for a drive.
But as fate would have it… in all that grief.. I rammed into an oncoming vehicle and I was critically injured. Bystanders called an ambulance and I was taken to a hospital. They called my wife and she came rushing along with my son.
I was lying on the stretcher…with my six year old son holdin my hand.. outside the operation theatre.. and my wife with a tensed and scared look on her face.. for me..
And my son said… “Dad.. please don’t go with the angel… tell him that you need to be here to look after mom… if I ever have to send her to an old age home..”
I wished I were dead at that moment. A six year old understood what it was to be a son. Never were we so ashamed of ourselves.…
and they took me into the operation theatre.
My mom’s blessing… it must have been… I was discharged a week later.. fully healed.
I and my wife along with our son brought his grandma home.
I thank God for my mother, for my son and that fateful night.
“that night has been etched in my mind forever..coz it was the night that changed my life forever”.
Author's Say: Nice story right?? Well...What the hell... ;-) it at the least made it onto this blog..right.!
that fateful night… barely…a month ago..I was lying on the stretcher…with my six year old son holdin my hand.. outside the operation theatre.. and my wife with a tensed and scared look on her face.. for me..
Two fortnights prior to that..
I was at an old age home leaving my mother there.. for it was getting very difficult at home with my wife not willing to tolerate her anymore. Irritations…unending confrontations.. unavoidable misunderstandings.. perpetual fights. There was no peace for anyone. So finally I had to give in and take the decision to leave my mother at this old age home. Chose my wife over my mom. Turned away from my responsibility and my duty.
How I could do that… only God knew.. coz my heart was being ripped apart by my own misery at having to see my mom watch me leave…with tears in her eyes that were…silent witnesses to her helplessness..
It was as if she asked me without sayin word.. that if dad was alive would she have had to be here… like an orphan..
I could nt look at her anymore.. n I left.
Days passed by… my son missed her grandma. I used to take him with me to visit her every evening. It was painful to watch her there. But I had to. It made me angry over my wife at times and at my own sorry state for not being man enough to stand up for her at home. I simply was not being son enough. And it was eating me alive.
That fateful night.. barely.. a month ago..
We were all watching this movie called “City of Angels” on the TV. My son by my side. Theres this little sick girl in that movie who is brought to the hospital by her mother in a critical condition. So the doctors take her into the emergency room with her mother watching from outside the glass room. This little girl on the bed keeps raising her head as if she was trying to look at someone. The doctors try to keep her steady while they subject her failing heart to electric shocks. Little do they know that shes trying to look at this angel who comes to take her from this world. One moment shes on the bed looking at him and the next shes standing with him looking at… her lifeless body and her weaping mother. And she leaves with this angel to another world.
That scene brought back memories of my mother taking care of me when I fell sick while I was a kid. And it made me miserable for what I was doing to her now. So I grabbed my car keys and went out for a drive.
But as fate would have it… in all that grief.. I rammed into an oncoming vehicle and I was critically injured. Bystanders called an ambulance and I was taken to a hospital. They called my wife and she came rushing along with my son.
I was lying on the stretcher…with my six year old son holdin my hand.. outside the operation theatre.. and my wife with a tensed and scared look on her face.. for me..
And my son said… “Dad.. please don’t go with the angel… tell him that you need to be here to look after mom… if I ever have to send her to an old age home..”
I wished I were dead at that moment. A six year old understood what it was to be a son. Never were we so ashamed of ourselves.…
and they took me into the operation theatre.
My mom’s blessing… it must have been… I was discharged a week later.. fully healed.
I and my wife along with our son brought his grandma home.
I thank God for my mother, for my son and that fateful night.
“that night has been etched in my mind forever..coz it was the night that changed my life forever”.
Author's Say: Nice story right?? Well...What the hell... ;-) it at the least made it onto this blog..right.!
8 comments:
Wow raa....Brilliant!! You have put it quite well...Awesome Job!
Quite deserving but you must have by far crossed the permissible word limit!
Hmmm...c I get to read it anyways :-)
if you believe, your worst fears will come true... but good that there is a ray of hope in the end, through next generation
anonymity is like looking at yourself in a mirror and not seeing anythin. please leave a name... but thank you for the comment.
yo thanks ra @S
anonymity is a defence against name worshippers!! :)
I dont believe in anonymous beliefs.
anonymity didn't ask you to believe! after all our belief system is corrupted by ourselves!
corrupted by our assumptions.. you mean!
Post a Comment