Vasu lay on
his chest and tried to revise his english lessons loud in the dim light of
the kerosin lamp
to brighten
up his knowledge in the language as he was going to the town to join an english
meadium
school.His
uncle was supposed to come that night to take him to the town where he lives
with his family.The smell of the specialy cooked fish cury while garnishing
with curyleaves and coconut oil reached his nostrils and his mouth became
watery.He stopped reading for a while and gulped the saliva. Then his mom
yelled out from the kitchen”Vasu it is time for the bus to come..you go to the
bus stop and collect your uncle” and she came out with a choottu’{the end part
of the dried palm leaves
tied together
like abroom or stic} lit it from the kerosin lamp and gave him.He ran down the
hill swinging the choottu too and fro in a peculiar way towards Mathayi
chettan’s pan shop where the buses usually stop..Mathayi chettan’s pan shop is
a thatched shed under a shady tree and he usually
put a bench
outside the shop for his customers and the people wating for the buses to
sit.When Vasu
reached there
he was about to put the the bench inside and close the shop.He asked Vasu “What
brought you here at this time..? “He said uncle is coming by this buss.. and
mom asked me to come
and collect
him”…”That is good…long time he is not coming this side..I could hardly
remember his face.”By the time the bus came and uncle stepped down,Vasu grabbed
the bag from him and walked in front.He looked very weary and
tired.Mathayichettan and uncle exchanged afew words and they started their way
home.On the way he patted his back lovingly and asked “Vasu..are you very
good at your
studies.I have made all arrangements to give you tuition for english.You have to
work hard..it is not an easy job to get admission in an english medium
school..you always remember you are the only one to lookafter your mother and
the younger sisters.Do you understand me.”..”Yes..”He noded his head with a smile.Uncle grabbed the choottu from
his hand and waging it..walked in front.As soon as they reached home he took
off his shirt and said “..Ya..Gowry..first of all give me a little oil..and let
me have abath ..it is too hot..and I am tired.”Vasu accompanied him to the pond
with the choottu .Uncle spent more than an hour ...diving and swimming; from one end to the other; back
stroke; and dipping…enjoyed himself like afish in the pond.
After that
Uncle the two lttle girls and Vasu sat together for dinner.He enjoyed the food
and spent more than an hour with Vasu’s mom sharing the treasured memories of
their childhood and the golden days of the past.He preffered to sleep in the verandah;enjoying the smell of
the cowdung spread
floor and the
cool breez e that brings the fragrance of the padd y shoot and wild
flowers.Next morning
Vasu
full of hopes and dreams of the promising city started his journey by the first bus...and
then
by the
train.Vasu was travelling in a train for the first time and he was verymuch
impressed by the arrangements of the seats berths toilets and everything in the
compartment.Next evening they reached the city where they had to get down.Uncle
grabbed his hand tightly and squzeesed
through the crowd and pulled him down to the platform.There was a big rush to
get down as well as to get in.
The platform
was very busy people running to and fro amid the piledup lugages ;
passengers and porters running to catch
the train in the last moment and so on…He was in a new world of light and
sound.He opened his eyes wide and looked around.Uncle pulled him out of the
station.It was another
wonderland of
vehicles of different size colours and shape running up and down like achain of
different coloured beeds…so also the pedestrians along the footpath.Vasu
enjoyed the beauty of the
streetlights
glittering like a dimond necklase.Uncle stopped an auto and they got into it.After an hour
or so they
reached a pocket road.It was very narrow…dirty…on either side there were old
and dialapilated line houses.The people there he saw ; was not welldressed as
he saw in the city.Later on
he came to
know that it was the mill’s colony where uncle and aunty used to work.Aunty was
a very pious and calm lady; without grumbling does all the work …cooking
,wahsing ,moping the floor and so on.The house was a very small one with ,two
rooms and a corridor for the kitchen .As soon as they reached home aunty
came to
him,hold his hand …patted on his back lovingly and asked in a different
language ‘weather he had a pleasant journey’”.Uncle translated it to him .He
noded his head smilingly.Uncle asked Vasu to have a bath first and he was led
to the bathroom.The bath room was too small that one has to move
to the corner
to close the door.There were two buckets full of water,…and he almost finished
it.When he came out uncle went in and came out whispering something to aunty
very apologeticall and aunty
brought him
half a bucket of water from the kitchen.After dinner uncle led him to the other
room to sleep and he introduced him to his children.When uncle got out of the
room the boys started murmuring and gigling and he gussed that they were
teasing him.The room was so small for the four children to sleep and they were
stuffed like sardines.After sometime electricity failed ;the room became
too hot as a
furnace .Vasu could’nt sleep and he got up…looked around and saw the small
window closed.He opened it.As soon as he opened it the foul smell of the drain and a fleet of
mosquitos rushed in.From the next room aunty yelled out”God’s sake please close
the window”.While he was closing the window
the boys
giggled again.Next morning uncle took him to the tutionmaster.On the way he
said”…look
Vasu…..here
water is so precious.We get water only in the morning…by 6’o clock hardly for
an hour.
By that time
we have to collect it and store for our use in the kitchen and bathroom till
nextmorning So we have to be very careful
in using water.In our village water is of no value”.Then he remembered
uncle’s face
of contempt while he took bath in the pond…swimming … diving ..and dipping for
hours and hours.Now Vasu felt like
swimming in the pond.
Tinku and Richu uncle’s sons always tried
to keep a distance without mingling with him and exchanged glances while he
passes by.For them Vasu was a clown…coming from a village don’t
know how to
behave properly and to speak english at all .He does not know even to cross the
road
Uncle has
to hold his hand and led the way.Slowly Vasu stoped going for the english
tution because he could’nt follow the classes.Once the master made him stand on
the bench.There also he was isolated by the other boys.Uncle though he is very
loving and affectionate he has no time to spend
with him.In
the mornings he used to help aunty in the kitchen…cutting vegetables ….collecting water in the kitchen
and bathroom…packing lunch for the boys and dressing the baby…carrying her to
the
play
school.There everybody is going on like a mechine simultaniously with the needle of the clock.
Nobody has
time exept Vasu.He has nothing to do.To get a relief from his boredom he started washing the vesels ;
moping the floor bringing the baby from the play school ….Aunty was very happy…so also uncle .Slowly …without the knowledge of aunty ;..uncle…and
even he himself all these work fell on
his shoulder.By the time he realise that he is a missfit among the modern
children
and to the
english meadium school as the langueage is not viable to him Vasu tried to keep
himself
apart from
the boys…and he spent the time in the kitchen.
One day he
had a letter from his mother asking about the progress of his studies and life
in the city
reminding him
of his duties to the youngerones…just to encourage him.Then he realised sadly
that he is in the wrong path.Hefelt his heart heavy….something clotted in his
throat ..and he could’nt move..
as if his
hands and legs were tiedup.He wished to go home and join the malayalam school …there
he was a very good student scoring high marks and was the leader of the
class.He wanted to be a help
to his
widowed mother..to collect firewood for
the landlord ;to feed the cow…to ..; draw water
from the well …to sow vegetable seeds and water the plants.As his mind
was wandering like this in his village
aunty came
in.She asked “Vasu didn’t you mop the floor.”From the kitchen she yelled out
“The vessels
are also not
washed?..what were you doing here…?”He didn’t utter a word.Uncle looked at his
face..
apologetically
and Vasu looking at a distance
murmured..” Uncle..Iam a misfit to the english meadium
school..and
to this modern city.I want to go home and be a help to my mother.
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