The U TURN

Ramu was angry, bitter, depressed. Other unnamed emotions bombarded him. His eyes were focussed on the TV screen but mind was elsewhere. He had not scored high marks in the plus two examinations, shattering all the hopes and dreams his parents were building up for his future as a doctor.

His father, an IAS officer came out of his room and walked straight out of the house without even looking at him. His  mother’s red eyes betrayed her sleepless night. His sister’s grand success in the 10th examination was drowned in his low profile performance.

Surely there is no point in continuing to live. Nobody wants him. The best and easy way to end life is sleeping pills. But he can’t buy that many. The thought of drowning himself possessed him and pushed him to the lake at the end of the town. Standing over the bridge he stared at the deepest point. No, it will not work. Being an excellent swimmer it will be impossible to drown himself. May be he can hang himself when there was no one at home.

He turned away and started to walk back home. The town was just waking up and settling down for a sizzling day. Something made him stand still. A boy of about 16 years with a small head and two holes where his eyes should be was carried by two men and deposited on the platform. They thrust a crude gypsy-made violin into his hands. His haggard mother sat by his side. He held up the violin with his unsteady gnarled fingers and started to play.

Ramu walked past the awful scene but the music arrested his feet. He made an U turn and walked back to where the blind, mentally retarded boy was. Some coins had already fallen on the towel spread in front of him.

Something turned within his chest. He was a boy with no brains, no eyes, who could not even walk.

Ramu’s thoughts continued to spin. There are I AS officers, doctors, engineers and scientists. There are also para-medical personnel, bank officers, teachers and business magnets. God has measured intelligence to each one as per His sovereignty. Why does he have difficulty accepting God’s will for his life? He burned the midnight oil, prayed, cut down on friends and TV, used every available minute, and took tutions too. He did his best. May be he doesn’t have five talents like his dad or one talent like this boy, but he had two talents like most people. He couldn’t waste them. He could multiply them. What’s wrong in doing B.A. or B.Sc. or joining an ITI? Would not God call him a good and faithful servant? Was it not the words of commendation for the five talent man too? By killing himself he was only throwing away what God had given him.

Ramu made another U turn and walked back home. It was not just an U turn on the street. It was an U turn of his life.

Ramu walked into his house with determination, his future written all over his face. He clicked on to the internet and started filling up application forms.

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The U TURN

Ramu was angry, bitter, depressed. Other unnamed emotions bombarded him. His eyes were focussed on the TV screen but mind was elsewhere. He had not scored high marks in the plus two examinations, shattering all the hopes and dreams his parents were building up for his future as a doctor.

His father, an IAS officer came out of his room and walked straight out of the house without even looking at him. His  mother’s red eyes betrayed her sleepless night. His sister’s grand success in the 10th examination was drowned in his low profile performance.

Surely there is no point in continuing to live. Nobody wants him. The best and easy way to end life is sleeping pills. But he can’t buy that many. The thought of drowning himself possessed him and pushed him to the lake at the end of the town. Standing over the bridge he stared at the deepest point. No, it will not work. Being an excellent swimmer it will be impossible to drown himself. May be he can hang himself when there was no one at home.

He turned away and started to walk back home. The town was just waking up and settling down for a sizzling day. Something made him stand still. A boy of about 16 years with a small head and two holes where his eyes should be was carried by two men and deposited on the platform. They thrust a crude gypsy-made violin into his hands. His haggard mother sat by his side. He held up the violin with his unsteady gnarled fingers and started to play.

Ramu walked past the awful scene but the music arrested his feet. He made an U turn and walked back to where the blind, mentally retarded boy was. Some coins had already fallen on the towel spread in front of him.

Something turned within his chest. He was a boy with no brains, no eyes, who could not even walk.

Ramu’s thoughts continued to spin. There are I AS officers, doctors, engineers and scientists. There are also para-medical personnel, bank officers, teachers and business magnets. God has measured intelligence to each one as per His sovereignty. Why does he have difficulty accepting God’s will for his life? He burned the midnight oil, prayed, cut down on friends and TV, used every available minute, and took tutions too. He did his best. May be he doesn’t have five talents like his dad or one talent like this boy, but he had two talents like most people. He couldn’t waste them. He could multiply them. What’s wrong in doing B.A. or B.Sc. or joining an ITI? Would not God call him a good and faithful servant? Was it not the words of commendation for the five talent man too? By killing himself he was only throwing away what God had given him.

Ramu made another U turn and walked back home. It was not just an U turn on the street. It was an U turn of his life.

Ramu walked into his house with determination, his future written all over his face. He clicked on to the internet and started filling up application forms.

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Dr. Lilian Stanley
13 Church Colony
Vellore 632006, India
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  lilianstanley@gmail.com

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Blessing Youth Mission
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Vellore 632006, India
 +91-416-2242943, +91-416-2248943
  hq@bymonline.org
  www.bymonline.org

For Donation & Contributions...

Home & NRE donors

Name: Blessing Youth Mission
Account Type: Current Account
A/c No.: 37268642054
Bank: State Bank of India
Branch: Siruthozhil,Vellore - 632 006
IFSC No.: SBIN0007274

Overseas Donors

Name: Blessing Youth Mission
A/c No.: 1074703964
Bank: Central Bank of India
Branch: Vellore
IFSC No.: CBIN0280887
MICR Code: 000016000
SWIFT Code: CBININBBMDR

Gulf Donors

A/c Name: T.Dickson Daniel Moses
Account Type: Saving Account
A/c No.: 35374362080
Bank: State Bank of India
Branch: Siruthozhil,Vellore - 632 006
IFSF: SBIN0007274

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