DUTY a “DEITY”

Early 1950, independent India is now about three years old it was a hot summer afternoon,the temperatures at Rajamahendravaram were soaring high, meanwhile Ratnababu bids adieu to his 55 year old father and is about to leave for the next bus that arrives. He was an ambitious man filled with lots desires and was also optimistic. Ratnababu was 5'feet 10"inch tall with a stout personality and a fair skin texture,having an aspiration to earn high and to enjoy the comforts overseas he decided to go abroad and life a lavish life.His father Paramahamsa was a school teacher who hardly earned fifteen rupees a month,their family never ate enough to satisfy their appetite. His son gave him his abroad address and contact details. Paramahamsa’s emotions were bilateral they were like two parallel lines that would never intercept each other. He was happy for his son and at the same time he was worried of his only son’s health.Several monsoons passed by since Ratnababu left his home his father who was awaiting his son’s arrival someday or the other was writing letters,making calls from local booth..though all his efforts ended in vain, though he felt apprehensive he never gave up. Postmaster Syamsundar gave him an advice not to waste his minimal income in posting letters which would never turn up but the postmaster never refrained, he had hope that his son will someday reply to his father’s unconditional love.

Almighty might have heard his prayers letters started coming from his son. Ratnababu’s words re-energized his father, he wrote that he was doing well and would come home very soon also he had sent a money order of 250 rupees periodically .One day all of a sudden melancholy surrounded Paramahamsa and he expired.Villagers were waiting for his son as he was the one who has to perform the rituals, but no one came. Everyone sitting there started criticizing Ratnababu for not even coming back home to perform his fathers last rites. Meanwhile Syamsundar comes to know about Paramahamsa’s death. He immediately reached Paramhamsa’s home and broke into tears, he heard people saying “How unfortunate Paramahamsa is, he gave birth to a money earning machine which never cared of relationship and its values”

Syam got enraged and screamed “Not he all of us are unfortunate, yes we are because we are losing our tongue against a man who is no more”. The village in a very less time turned pacific. Yes Ratnababu is dead ,what do you know about him? He was a brave man who has sacrificed his life for the security of our country at the borders. Then came a question from the crowd “if that is the case why did he lie?” ,then agitated Syam gave a strong reply “Will you send your only son to a war knowing that he would never come back?…. that is why he had to lie”….

Then another question from the crowd “Then who was writing the letters and sending money all these time was it his soul”.Syam could not control his anger but patiently replied “it was me……..”

I knew he died just a few months earlier when his belongings reached oUr post office from Indian army then I realized my mistake and started writing letters and sent him money orders from the money Paramhamsa spent in sending letters to his son.I satisfied a father’s heart which would be happy just by a piece of paper from his son and I will perform his last rites. I am Param’s son….. yes not only me but all the youth of our country are his sons… aren’t we? When his son sacrificed his life for our safety…. then why don’t we show our gratitude.. it’s time to payback and finally one thing his son treated his duty as a deity and never hesitated to give up his life,he also gave it.His father also has executed the duty as a parent to give a responsible citizen to the society and he indeed succeeded in doing it.Now it’s my turn

When you enjoy what you are doing and treat the occupation which feeds you as God your life is a PLETHORA OF SATISFACTION,POSITIVITY and much more never forget love what you do and do what you love!!!!