"Girat Gunj Chalna bhai"....I asked the first rickshawala that I found waiting outside the Farrukhabad Railway Station. He started moving as soon as I settled in. It was past 10 pm. Roads were deserted and night has taken control of this dusty town about 150 KM from Kanpur in UP.
I was visiting our ancestral home after decades and was feeling so nostalgic to notice that my driver is a kiddo about 14-15 years of age. The moment I realized that I am driven home by an underage kid I wanted to get off his rickshaw, but that would denied him some earning , I thought. I prayed that I become so light in weight that he does not feel that he is carrying a load in his rickshaw. That was a wishful thinking as well....so I engaged in what I do best....
"Kahan ke ho beta?"
"Bewar ke"
"Kiya Umr hai"
"14"
"Padhayee nahi karte?"
"4th tak ki thi...."
"Naam kiya hai tumhara?"
"Ankit Kumar....."
"Ghar main aur kaun hai?"
"Koi nahi akele hain.....ghar chod diya...."
"Maa....maa ko chod diya?"
"Maa mar gayeen.....".
"Hmm ....aur baap?"
"Baap 24 ghante sharab peeta hai...isi liye bhag aaye ghar se...."
I felt depressed after hearing his story. I knew what EXACTLY he was going through. I had known another 14 year old kddo right there in Farrukhabad more than a couple of decades ago who came close to driving rickshaw for a living. It seemed like all this 8.5% growth in GDP has not gone beyond the city limits of Mumbai, Chennai and Banglore.
The other kid was a school student and was studying in class VII when his father passed away. His world changed by 180 degrees in a couple of month. He dropped out of school to support mom and do his part in keeping the fire burning in the kitchen. He did menial jobs from walking behind steam engine on a single track rail line to pick up un-burnt coal pieces to selling kites. He toyed with the idea of driving a rickshaw untill his mother put an end to all this....
His mother, a 43 year old beautiful widow with foresight decided that her son is too "Zaheen" (bright) to be left out of studies, so she sent him to Bombay where he got himself admited in class VIII. And thus begain another round of struggles and trials. He became a " chai wala" to" Istri-wala" to a part time supervisor at a construction site besides contionsously remaining a TOPPER in his school.
His mother was right. That jebroni was a Zaheen student. Mothers know all.....our Ankit Kumar had no mom to know his potential - that's all to it.
By this time we had reached my destination. He was looking tired and exhausted. I got down and asked.
"55 ki Umr main chala loge rickshaw?"
He was quite.
"Phir kiya karoge baccha?. Koi hunar pakad lo jo aage kaam aaye. Ek Tailor 55 main bhi kapda see sakta hai aur mechanic 55 main bhi mechanic ka kaam kar sakta hai - hai na?".
He nodded...
"Jis kaam ka tumhen shaukh ho woh karo - magar rickshaw mat chalao - is main petrol ki jagah khoon jalta hai. Jaldi budhe ho jaoge. Haan beta?" I touched his chin with my palm further pleading my point...
He got down from rickshaw and said..
" Saab aap bahut acche aadmi hain - aaj tak kisi ne hum se is trah baat nahi ki!"
" Meri ex-girl friends bhi ye hi kehti hain ke main accha aadmi hoon......magar problem main nahi tumhara ye rickshaw hai...!!"
He smiled...
" Chod denge 15 dino main - koi kaam seekhenge"
Very good beta....Promise....
"Haan"
I gave him the largest note in my wallet which he refused. I insisted. My hosts realizing that I was being hackled came out of the house asking me if he was charging more. I forced him to take the money and left. Right before getting in the house, I looked back to see if he was gone. Ankit Kumar was standing right there in that cold night - looking at me. Even thugh it was dark outside, I could see a small fire starting in his heart. A fire to succeed - a fire to chase dreams, a fire to utilize talents...
My other 14 years old "almost rickshawala" did.....so can Ankit Kumar!
ps: I had a bsuy schedule the next day and was leaving for Bomaby. Looking back now I think I had a great opportunity to change direction of a life. What if I had postponed my journey by a day and had taken him to some tailor, car mechanic or whatever trade he was interssted in learning. What If I had paid him $100 a month for 6 months to a yaer till he larned the trade? With auto industry booming and Tata's Nano due later this year, rural India would need a lot of garages and mechancis....
Its been more than two weeks since I met Ankit Kumar. I hope he found a way to quit rickhshaw and to do something that can utilize his talents well.....
I was visiting our ancestral home after decades and was feeling so nostalgic to notice that my driver is a kiddo about 14-15 years of age. The moment I realized that I am driven home by an underage kid I wanted to get off his rickshaw, but that would denied him some earning , I thought. I prayed that I become so light in weight that he does not feel that he is carrying a load in his rickshaw. That was a wishful thinking as well....so I engaged in what I do best....
"Kahan ke ho beta?"
"Bewar ke"
"Kiya Umr hai"
"14"
"Padhayee nahi karte?"
"4th tak ki thi...."
"Naam kiya hai tumhara?"
"Ankit Kumar....."
"Ghar main aur kaun hai?"
"Koi nahi akele hain.....ghar chod diya...."
"Maa....maa ko chod diya?"
"Maa mar gayeen.....".
"Hmm ....aur baap?"
"Baap 24 ghante sharab peeta hai...isi liye bhag aaye ghar se...."
I felt depressed after hearing his story. I knew what EXACTLY he was going through. I had known another 14 year old kddo right there in Farrukhabad more than a couple of decades ago who came close to driving rickshaw for a living. It seemed like all this 8.5% growth in GDP has not gone beyond the city limits of Mumbai, Chennai and Banglore.
The other kid was a school student and was studying in class VII when his father passed away. His world changed by 180 degrees in a couple of month. He dropped out of school to support mom and do his part in keeping the fire burning in the kitchen. He did menial jobs from walking behind steam engine on a single track rail line to pick up un-burnt coal pieces to selling kites. He toyed with the idea of driving a rickshaw untill his mother put an end to all this....
His mother, a 43 year old beautiful widow with foresight decided that her son is too "Zaheen" (bright) to be left out of studies, so she sent him to Bombay where he got himself admited in class VIII. And thus begain another round of struggles and trials. He became a " chai wala" to" Istri-wala" to a part time supervisor at a construction site besides contionsously remaining a TOPPER in his school.
His mother was right. That jebroni was a Zaheen student. Mothers know all.....our Ankit Kumar had no mom to know his potential - that's all to it.
By this time we had reached my destination. He was looking tired and exhausted. I got down and asked.
"55 ki Umr main chala loge rickshaw?"
He was quite.
"Phir kiya karoge baccha?. Koi hunar pakad lo jo aage kaam aaye. Ek Tailor 55 main bhi kapda see sakta hai aur mechanic 55 main bhi mechanic ka kaam kar sakta hai - hai na?".
He nodded...
"Jis kaam ka tumhen shaukh ho woh karo - magar rickshaw mat chalao - is main petrol ki jagah khoon jalta hai. Jaldi budhe ho jaoge. Haan beta?" I touched his chin with my palm further pleading my point...
He got down from rickshaw and said..
" Saab aap bahut acche aadmi hain - aaj tak kisi ne hum se is trah baat nahi ki!"
" Meri ex-girl friends bhi ye hi kehti hain ke main accha aadmi hoon......magar problem main nahi tumhara ye rickshaw hai...!!"
He smiled...
" Chod denge 15 dino main - koi kaam seekhenge"
Very good beta....Promise....
"Haan"
I gave him the largest note in my wallet which he refused. I insisted. My hosts realizing that I was being hackled came out of the house asking me if he was charging more. I forced him to take the money and left. Right before getting in the house, I looked back to see if he was gone. Ankit Kumar was standing right there in that cold night - looking at me. Even thugh it was dark outside, I could see a small fire starting in his heart. A fire to succeed - a fire to chase dreams, a fire to utilize talents...
My other 14 years old "almost rickshawala" did.....so can Ankit Kumar!
ps: I had a bsuy schedule the next day and was leaving for Bomaby. Looking back now I think I had a great opportunity to change direction of a life. What if I had postponed my journey by a day and had taken him to some tailor, car mechanic or whatever trade he was interssted in learning. What If I had paid him $100 a month for 6 months to a yaer till he larned the trade? With auto industry booming and Tata's Nano due later this year, rural India would need a lot of garages and mechancis....
Its been more than two weeks since I met Ankit Kumar. I hope he found a way to quit rickhshaw and to do something that can utilize his talents well.....
I feel sad that after God failed him by taking his mother away, his father failed him by becoming a druknard...I too failed him. How could I fail him?...how could one rickshaw-walah fail the other rickshaw -walah?
10 comments:
shayd aisi cheezen padhke logon ki aankhon mein aansun aa jayen..par yahan ye aam baat hai syed saab..
yahan aankhen itne ankit dekhti hain roz..ki patthar ban jaati hain..
lekin us doosre rikshewale ki maa...wo padh kar aansu aagaye..! cant ay anything..try reading dis if u can..aisa kuch aajkal chalraha hia booming economy ke beechonbeech.... http://hallucinations-in-loveville.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html
Hmm...I think Anirudh is right...kayi saare ankit dekhne ko mil jaate hain...till you begin to wonder whether this is the most heart-wrenching stereotype ever...Nonetheless, the stories, true stories in fact, were so touching, both of them.
Ani:
Whenever I go to India I come back more hurt and angry at the state of affairs. Any country that can not take care of its kis and elderly will remain a third world country to me....
I wanted to complain to my mom for leaving me twice. I saw Aamir Khan's " Taare Zameen Par" with her to make a point and she understood. She said " If I had not kept a stone over my heart and had not left you for your education you would not be wehere you are my son..She was right...We cried!
I have a high regard for mothers. If it were'nt for mothers we would still be living in dark ages fighting over who gets the best meat from the recent kill.....LOL
Sanyukta:
It's sad. We are wasting human capital - the biggest crime as far as I am concerned. I am waiting for the day when I will be able to break free and be in my " Karma Bhoomi" to do my part.....
I have realized that these kids are smart. They dont need money or anything else. All they need is someone who understans them and guides them when they are in need...
Dekhte hain...tahnks for stopping by Sanyukta..
aaj maa baba ke sath tare zameen par dekhne gaya tha...
"maa"..gaana shuru hote hi ye post aur apki yaad aa gayi...ruka nahi gaya kambakht aansuon se..!
khair..
:)
Sweet....!! I will write to u on yahoo messanger...
Touchy post. Could relate to it, as something similar happened with me sometime back. On my last visit to Allahabad (at Eid), and my pointing out that "ghar ki 2 din pahle hi potai hui lagti hai", Mom started talking about the person who had come to whitewash it. She said he was a boy of appr 18-22 years of age, and after passing 10th in Etavah / Farrukhabad had come to Allahabad (as it has high court, he said) in search of work. Somebody advised him to buy a second hand computer and sit near kutchery / highcourt, typing pages. Since he did not have ~8K (the cost of second hand computer, he said) he starting working as a potai vala, aur isse paise jama kar ke, he hoped to be able to buy a compu one day. His would earn ~100/- a day, and only on those days when he can bag work. From this he has to fend for himself, as well as save money.
To this day I regret, if only I had reached 2 3 days earlier - may be i could ve done something for him :(.
But hope he is on his way to achieve a better life.
Knowing such people, Ankit Kumar and this Potai Vala, aankhein to nam ho hi jaatee hain, one realizes that there is a full world other than venom spewing fanatics on rediff (and elsewhere) msg boards - a world so very simple, nireeh, good intentioned, saral ...
@shaadkam77: Yaar aaj tumhara ye comment dekha....I could not agree more with your last para....there is more to life in India than a bunch ano fanatcis from both the sides...Cheers!
We have many people around who live such lifes. What our part is to motivate and encourage them to live a better life. Moving and motivational story. Worth reading! :)
Right you are....there are many more like Ankit...we need to help wherever we can....Thanks Taiyyaba!
:))
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