Paid the value of worship through minor accidents!

As I was a kid and studying at Class V at Holy Cross School, which use to have weekends closed on both Saturday and Sundays I stayed at home. My mother has the habit to visit the Nav Durga Mandir at Sector 3rd C and I was feeling quite happy at the temple carrying the Dolchi which was used by my mother to carry the various offerings for God such as Akshat and Roli which is part of our Hindu Culture.

Every weekend it was a norm to follow the foot-steps of mother although I was a male child. As it happened that after a few weeks Mr. Sahay who was a person for all the basic mockings use to hit me hard while I was crossing the road barefoot while he was on his scooter.

His words used to be abusive and every weekend on Saturdays I just use to have my knees bruised badly on the road and the blood used to appear on the knee. His mocking sense could be understood as he use to follow me till the end of the road and then hit me with scooter after which he speaks something absurd which I hardly remember.

As I started weeping then and there and his anti-social thoughts could be understood only by God rather than me as a child. The same person could be seen speaking over the microphone these days at our society, Ajnara Integrity, Ghaziabad about the Coronavirus Scare and is doing great duty towards the world citizen who has come across many obstacles in life to get ahead.

I, remember once when I grew up, by mistake my sister mop the gentleman's seat of the same scooter as by mistake the seat has got spit on it.

 So, the thought process is that I paid the value of worship through minor accidents by the Sahay Ji or the person who was very much inclined towards humanitarian value and culture and after growing up as a young person I still imbibed the rule followed by the civilized society where people are bigger than their self egoistic ways.

As a person, he was very blatant and harsh as he even sends his only son to act like a servant at our home which was although not liked by us but I told him that instead of being a Servant at our house if you will concentrate on your studies you will become a better person in life.

I taught him basic education such as the Alphabets and the Numericals, although I myself was studying at L.K.G and which was a few years ago before his father's harsh behavior of hitting me with scooter shook me from within. 

 My father went to a person known as Mr. Tirkey who was known to be a very social person in the society and because of their help, the entire clan which comprises of their children got admission into St. Xavier's School, Bokaro Steel City which was a very prestigious school.

This was all I could do for his clan but the better I behave with such people the worst I got back from them and but still I do not feel remorse about the so-called egoist in the society who believe that they can carry their life by any means but do not give value to education!

P.S: The boy who was with us as a servant was none other than Mr. Akash Sahay who is now an MBA from a recognized University but his father abrasive behavior is still known all over who was just better known as "Bhuvara" and himself was a servant at Mr. A.K. Srivastava household who was a better person in the society at a higher post in the organization which is SAIL, Bokaro Steel Plant. 

The only statement he used to speak to me many times was "Ho Gaya Na" which I just could not make out as I always believe that "Tamso Maa Jyotirgamay" is the answer to "rise" and "Asto Maa Sadgamay" is the way to carry on with life.