Measure of Happiness and pain
“The Measure of Happiness and Misery of man is its own instrument. He compares it to its proportion.”
This
quotation reminds me one of the stories, which I studied in my 7th
std. It’s an emotional and tragic story of a Son and Mother.The narrator
happens to meet a boy on the ground of carnival. The narrator could see a
thirteen-fourteen year boy. He was attracted towards him. Finally, he met the
boy and asked him, “What did you see? “. The boy replied with great
confidence,” I've seen everyone. Throw bangles here. Aim the toys. Numbers are pierced by arrows. I find it good to target toys.” beside that he added
that he can show the game of cards better than that. There was no interruption
in his speech.After a while they decided to go beyond the
curtain of circus. On the way, they had some drink. Narrator asked the boy who
else was there in his house. The boy replied, “Mother and Babuji (father).”
“Did they not refuse you to come here?” narrator asked.
The
boy replied that mother was ill and father was in jailed. The boy added that
father spoke proudly for the country, that’s why he was taken to jail. After
that the boy departs.
The
narrator roamed and came to the pan shop. After eating a pan, he was walking
around for the long time. From the midst of crowd, someone suddenly called “Babuji”.
The
narrator asked, “who?”
“I am little magician”, said the
boy.
One
certain day, In the picturesque Botanical Garden of Calcutta, Narrator and his
family were having picnic under the shade of a tree. There appeared the little magician
and asked, “Shall I show some trick today”. The narrator was bit in angry mood. Finally, he was asked show his
trick. He began to show all the trick that he had won on the ground of
carnival. Smt. (a lady from the narrator’s family) gave him 1 Rs and he departs
from there by greetings everybody.
The
narrator’s family used to go to see Lata-Kuja.
They
were moving towards Howrah. There was a quite environment in the little wooded
forest, the evening began to asleep. The ultimate farthest sun was taking
farewell from the leaves of the tree.
Sometime
the glimpse of little magician was hovering over the narrators imagination.
Mean while, literally the little magician was seen there with a blanket on his
shoulder near a cottage. Narrator
stopped the motor and asked the little magician,“Where are you
here?”
Magician
replied, “My mother is right here, Now the
hospital has removed her.” narrator got into the little
cottage and could see a woman was trembling with patchwork.
The
little magician put the blanket up and said, with a deep voice of longingness
and pain, “mother.”
By
looking at this scenario, tears began to roll from the narrators eyes.
The
big holiday had passed, narrator had to go back to office on time. He was bored
up in Calcutta.Yet,
he desired to see the garden again. And besides that, the little magician could
also be seen.That
day he walked alone, so that he could return soon.
It
was around ten “O” clock. Narrator saw on the road side, there was a
magician show going on.The
narrator stopped the motor and came to see. He could see the little magician
showing trick.Everything
was there, trick of cat, trick of doll. Despite all this, he was not happy.
When he was trying to laugh at others, then as he himself used to shiver. As if
he was crying. Narrator was watching with surprise. After collecting money, the
little magician could see the narrator in the crowd.Narrator
paused his back and asked him, “why was the trick not that
cheerful today?”Little
magician replied with irresponsible manner, “Mother has
said that come today immediately. My time is near.”
“Even then you came to play the game today” said the narrator with anger.
Magician said with deep pain in his voice,
“The Measure of Happiness and Misery of man is its own instrument. He
compares it to its proportion.”
And to say something more like he was experiencing humiliation.
In
a moment the narrator got to know his mistake, while throwing his bag in the
motor and sitting beside him, the narrator drove towards the magician’s house.
In a few minutes
narrator reached near the hut. Running
the magician, the mother-mom in the jungle I
was also behind, but from the mouth of the woman, 'bay ...' got out and left. Her weak hands got up and fell. The magician was crying infront of him.
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