Raman was an employee in a small
shop that handles old newspapers, magazines, books, plastics and glasses. His
daily job was to categorically segregate the bundles of wastes, pack it and
transport it to a dealer in city nearby. He lived in a very small town where
everyone knew each other by name and farming was the major source of
livelihood. Raman’s employer was also the landlord and he worked there part time.
In his free time, he would go through the old magazines, books and newspapers.
Most of the times, buildings and landscapes used to awe him. Sometimes, he
would cut a picture and take it back home to his 6 years old son, Gokul. Gokul
would look at the picture too and sketch it in his notebook.
“Appa, this one is for you”, he
would say and gift it to his father. Raman would swell with pride looking at
the perfect sketch made by his son.
Years pass by. Raman’s biggest
treasure is the pencil sketches of his son, safely secured in an old iron
trunk. Gokul secures a distinction in his tenth standard and gets a scholarship
to study Science in a renowned Government school in the city nearby. He becomes
hero among his classmates due to ability to draw beautifully. He gets valuable
gifts for helping them in updating their practical books. One day, he gets a
pack of watercolors. Gokul tries to color his sketch, but fails. He feels bad.
But, with the help of some friends who let him explore internet, Gokul learns how
to play with colors. Soon, his friends start gifting him paints and canvas in
return to drawing pictures in their practical books.
One day, his teacher stumbles
upon one of his painting books and gets awestruck by its sheer brilliance
shining with perfection. As she turned the pages she saw the serenity of Taj
Mahal, colorful lanes of Venice, bustling roads of London with the Big Ben in
the background, the majestic Tanjavur Brihadeeswhwarar Temple and many more.
There were vivid landscapes too which were nothing less than a photograph. And
the mighty looking Indian Gods and Goddesses. She calls Gokul and asks where he
learnt them. He says he learnt it from his father. An astounded teacher meets
the father. Soon she understands that he had only shared the photographs to his
son. But, the son recreated them with pencils and colors. She realizes that the
father taught his son to dream, beyond the limitations of the border and economic
constraints. She organizes an exhibition in the school and invites media
attention. His paintings and fame go viral due to the social media. People
across the world start appreciating his painting. He starts making a lot of
money. He feels at the top of the world because his passion was bringing
fortune to him.
“Appa, this one is for you”, he
walks to his father with an envelope in his hand. His father opens it and
doesn’t really understand what it is. He looks perplexed and confused at the
same time because he had thought it would be another painting which he could
cherish in his old iron trunk. Gokul smiles and says, “appa this the flight
tickets to the world tour. We are going to see all those places whose pictures
you have been bringing to me”. Raman’s eyes well up. He hugs the boy and thanks
the almighty as his eyes wander across the home until it rests on the
photograph of his wife.
Aw. My heart.
ReplyDeleteYour creative mind has created a beautiful story on creativity. Well done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story! Your narration is very good!
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