Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Thoughts-Common complaint

As mentioned in the previous page, when the auto hit me in a narrow, crowded lane, I was going to buy a toy for my six years old grandson. Because of this accident we had to return home without the purchase. My one thought was to bring the child to the safety of our home, which I did with the help of a stranger. I was still bleeding when suddenly I looked at my grandson. Disappointment was written large on his face. I tried to comfort him and divert his mind: “See, how Dadaji is bleeding.” The child: “Yes, but I, didn’t get my gun.” I felt a pang of hurt. Here I was, gravely injured and all the child could think of was his gun. But I also knew how disappointed he was as I had promised him his gun the previous night. He was looking forward to it. Better sense prevailed and tried to give him solace that I would immediately call his dad and ask him to buy one on his way home from office in the evening. The child had to be satisfied with that.

Thereafter I was busy going to the doctor’s, getting the wound stitched, buying medicines and all. After every thing was over and it was time to relax, I noticed that my wife was a little aloof. It came down to me that though she did everything for me that was to be done in such circumstances, like fetching ice, bandages, calling help from neighbors, offer to accompany me to the doctor, there was a little bit of coldness in all. I kept quite about it and behaved as if I had not noticed anything amiss.

In the evening she could not contain herself: “You know, I was to go to the market today to shop for Diwali.” So that was the reason. I told her: “Go tomorrow.” My wife: “Tomorrow is Thursday and the market remains closed.” Me: “This is Diwali time, may be they will remain open.” Wife: “That is all guess work. I so wanted to shop today and I had told you yesterday itself about it.”

Did I detect disappointment with that complaint? Probably, yes. That set me thinking. If a grandmother was disappointed at not being able to shop, naturally a six year old had every right to openly show his feelings which he did in all innocence. With that I remembered a couple of similar incidents of my own childhood and how I felt cheated and disappointed when promised things were delayed. That moment I felt one with the child and understood his sorrow. Now it was my turn to do something to bring him some cheer. I felt so much for him that I set the ball rolling to fetch him a gun right then and there, as if I was removing my own disappointment.