MY Godfather – Chapter 1
MY Godfather – Chapter 1 - Anushua
CREATION
The cyber age had struck the education center of the country… hundreds of them sprung up like mushrooms in the rain. For a crowd that rode bikes, pierced their bodies and played pool, suddenly something put them on the same ‘platform’ as their aspirational idols. Time was not as precious and chat rooms were the new meeting joint. For all you know people said “Did you check out the new punkiee448 room?”
Giving our government its due credit, it was a revolution that would make India a global super power. The power of knowledge? Whether we make steel or cultivate rice, India symbolizes knowledge. And you want to give us the power of knowledge because you think you are smart. You’ll make money while someone doesn’t know its worth? After all it’s not about a nation or a continent right. It’s about the equations that society breeds with inequality. So when the almighty US of A decided it was time they capitalized on India’s wealth opportunity, some smart ones back home realized change was here. This change dint require a tata or ambani to figure out money was easy and the one who held the resources would reap.
India is pure, rich and embraces even the wrong doers of its land. But India is tradition, it is religion and above all it is faith. We do take its cool shades, soothing rivers, breath taking mountains and colorful seas as given. Also human emotions people express by touching an elders feet or the blink of eye while passing a temple. The sacredness of marriage or a young boy shaving his head. The lowered eyelids of a bride or the sense of pride of the father. The breaking of a coconut or the red color on the forehead. The sprinkling of holy water in a new house or car. The soft “touch” of India.
A foreigner once said why do you people bathe in the Ganges and think your sins have been washed… it’s so dirty please don’t pollute it further. The sacred Indian replied it is dirty because it washes our sins! Like Jesus was crucified to take the burden of the sins of people who dint have faith. He died for people so that they could be liberated. That’s what India does for us, gives itself in totality and only gives. It isn’t angry because it has realized the power of giving. It doesn’t just touch our lives it builds them. Every brick a stepping stone and every height an achievement as we stand on our Motherland.
They say nature is god personified. Earth is a mother for an orphaned child and the sky his farther. The earth nurtures him and the sky makes him look up to what he can achieve. In India you have the force of your parents, deep rooted relations and the strength of being together. In this land of diversity as we stand on our pedestals of faith we close our eyes and feel the power. The power of our inspiration. For many its family, for some its values, for few its love, for me it’s my godfather.
The meaning of life, its beauty its thorns. The sense of achievement, the wrath of betrayal. The warmth of a womb, the cold winds of change. The poison of my sins, the eternity of my smile. The color, the touch, the power, the potential. The faith, the grief, the impeccable heart. The reason to live and give the best. For all who ever seek to rest. My world, my life for all it is ……… MY GODFATHER
For amidst this web of new generation people there was a smart guy who wanted to make a quick buck. No that was not him because he wasn’t working for money. He was the one who was honest with his work and strived to learn out of everything he did. He was there to create, to design things that was never before.
The different ways that these net cafes changed our lives; for me it was the place where i first met him. Not in a starry party or a perfect dash into each others eyes, still under the clear blue skies a composed evening. I don’t remember what he wore but what still flashes, is the swirl of the eye as far as possible from me and the turn of his head everywhere else. I could sense the discomfort of being in a position, having taken responsibility for a girl who was wronged by people not life. For taking up an ordeal to do what’s right. The girl needed to make a life and dint have a soul to guide her. She was determined and he was the messiah.
It may sound simple cause it was that way for he swears he is simple and lives by the day. He wanted to teach me whatever he knew such that i could get a chance for what i deserved. There was never a slight deviation from the goal and he was focused not on me but my work.
It started with few exercises and then an increased effort to impress the master. He felt the girl was sincere and so eager to learn “Made a com component in notepad”. As an afterthought it was to create an image but i know it was the quest to learn. So there we were in our journey of learning both along the same path, but at different milestones. That’s the place where we were at the same level in fact the only. As we went on to achieve what we had set out we became one for what we were and what we wanted to be.
But this is not about us or our love for that may be gone. Nor is it about me because i can’t think beyond me and don’t have my heart in the right place. It’s about him for he is the only truth in my life. Here i can vouch i write only what is true for its correct place in a book. When i write about him it can be only true.
CREATION
The cyber age had struck the education center of the country… hundreds of them sprung up like mushrooms in the rain. For a crowd that rode bikes, pierced their bodies and played pool, suddenly something put them on the same ‘platform’ as their aspirational idols. Time was not as precious and chat rooms were the new meeting joint. For all you know people said “Did you check out the new punkiee448 room?”
Giving our government its due credit, it was a revolution that would make India a global super power. The power of knowledge? Whether we make steel or cultivate rice, India symbolizes knowledge. And you want to give us the power of knowledge because you think you are smart. You’ll make money while someone doesn’t know its worth? After all it’s not about a nation or a continent right. It’s about the equations that society breeds with inequality. So when the almighty US of A decided it was time they capitalized on India’s wealth opportunity, some smart ones back home realized change was here. This change dint require a tata or ambani to figure out money was easy and the one who held the resources would reap.
India is pure, rich and embraces even the wrong doers of its land. But India is tradition, it is religion and above all it is faith. We do take its cool shades, soothing rivers, breath taking mountains and colorful seas as given. Also human emotions people express by touching an elders feet or the blink of eye while passing a temple. The sacredness of marriage or a young boy shaving his head. The lowered eyelids of a bride or the sense of pride of the father. The breaking of a coconut or the red color on the forehead. The sprinkling of holy water in a new house or car. The soft “touch” of India.
A foreigner once said why do you people bathe in the Ganges and think your sins have been washed… it’s so dirty please don’t pollute it further. The sacred Indian replied it is dirty because it washes our sins! Like Jesus was crucified to take the burden of the sins of people who dint have faith. He died for people so that they could be liberated. That’s what India does for us, gives itself in totality and only gives. It isn’t angry because it has realized the power of giving. It doesn’t just touch our lives it builds them. Every brick a stepping stone and every height an achievement as we stand on our Motherland.
They say nature is god personified. Earth is a mother for an orphaned child and the sky his farther. The earth nurtures him and the sky makes him look up to what he can achieve. In India you have the force of your parents, deep rooted relations and the strength of being together. In this land of diversity as we stand on our pedestals of faith we close our eyes and feel the power. The power of our inspiration. For many its family, for some its values, for few its love, for me it’s my godfather.
The meaning of life, its beauty its thorns. The sense of achievement, the wrath of betrayal. The warmth of a womb, the cold winds of change. The poison of my sins, the eternity of my smile. The color, the touch, the power, the potential. The faith, the grief, the impeccable heart. The reason to live and give the best. For all who ever seek to rest. My world, my life for all it is ……… MY GODFATHER
For amidst this web of new generation people there was a smart guy who wanted to make a quick buck. No that was not him because he wasn’t working for money. He was the one who was honest with his work and strived to learn out of everything he did. He was there to create, to design things that was never before.
The different ways that these net cafes changed our lives; for me it was the place where i first met him. Not in a starry party or a perfect dash into each others eyes, still under the clear blue skies a composed evening. I don’t remember what he wore but what still flashes, is the swirl of the eye as far as possible from me and the turn of his head everywhere else. I could sense the discomfort of being in a position, having taken responsibility for a girl who was wronged by people not life. For taking up an ordeal to do what’s right. The girl needed to make a life and dint have a soul to guide her. She was determined and he was the messiah.
It may sound simple cause it was that way for he swears he is simple and lives by the day. He wanted to teach me whatever he knew such that i could get a chance for what i deserved. There was never a slight deviation from the goal and he was focused not on me but my work.
It started with few exercises and then an increased effort to impress the master. He felt the girl was sincere and so eager to learn “Made a com component in notepad”. As an afterthought it was to create an image but i know it was the quest to learn. So there we were in our journey of learning both along the same path, but at different milestones. That’s the place where we were at the same level in fact the only. As we went on to achieve what we had set out we became one for what we were and what we wanted to be.
But this is not about us or our love for that may be gone. Nor is it about me because i can’t think beyond me and don’t have my heart in the right place. It’s about him for he is the only truth in my life. Here i can vouch i write only what is true for its correct place in a book. When i write about him it can be only true.
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