Son of Soil
new boss, Neelkanta asked me if I would like a trip to the
Himalayan village. I nodded positively "Nevertheless, you must
understand, it will be quite tough; he spoke in a gentle manner.
Sir, you do not have to tell me, I belong to that place, a true
son of the soil", I responded. I always made fun of Neelkanta
but he took it in good spirit.
He smiled as usual.
Next day we were in the hilly environs of Himalayas. We soon got
a good lodge to stay. It was quite packed. "What is the reason?
Why is it packed with so many guests?", Neelkanta asked.
"Oh! Sir they
are here for a meeting. You know, they are planning to open a school"
the lonely attendant replied. "Where is your sahib?",
Neelkanta gently asked.
doesn't stay here. He comes during the peak season with other staff
members. I do not have parents - lost them in a bus accident last
year!" He answered innocently.
Being tired we soon
dozed off. Next day our sleep was interrupted by shrill cries of
a young boy. A burly man was beating the boy. "What is the
reason, do not hit him", Neelkanta said "Let him pay for
his deeds", a woman answered back. "Yes Bhai ji! This
crook needs a good thrashing", a young man added.
I know what happened?", Neelkanta asked. "We told him
that we need hot cups of tea but see his gall, he kept sleeping",
and the woman was fuming "Do not forget about that Neembu pani",
burly man responded. "God knows! I did knock at your room but
you all did not respond", the young boy replied.
"You mean to
say that we are liars?"; another man slapped him "Do not
hit him any more", Neelkanta intervened. "Leave aside
this matter", I tried to defuse the situation. "No these
people cannot get away like this.
Stop hitting him;
else, I shall take action against you. Do not forget this boy is
also a son of your soil. I will take him with me and treat him as
my own" His aggressive stance was seen as a signal and everyone
soon backed off. "Hi son of soil! Why are so silent? ",
Neelkanta asked with a smile. "Not me but you are a true son
of the soil", I spoke with misty eyes.
Contributing Story Teller
Dimri is a journalist. He is M.A. (Mass communication). He is a
regular contributor to content writer.in He tries to present unseen
aspects of life