Monday, May 28, 2012

Just for the sake of fishing


Just for the sake of fishing


The story was inspired when I saw people fishing leisurely in the canal running through Beijing city- Shirish Ravan (shirishravan@gmail.com).



I was awake as early morning sunshine illuminated my little water kingdom. Aha!!!!!!! It was cheerful morning. I flicked my fins and started swimming; meandering around… I swam across the streams, along the stream, through the tiny tunnels formed by rocks, and through the net formed by planktons. My other friends soon joined me. With ample food to eat and beautiful habitat to live, life was wonderful. But sorrows do touch our lives once a while.

Occasionally we see our friends suddenly go missing. Where do they go, why do they disappear suddenly? We never understood this. But once I saw how it happened…. My friend swallowed something that appeared from nowhere and I could see he started moving upward…. as if somebody is pulling him forcefully. I saw he was suspended above the water. His body was trembling viciously as if he was struggling for the life and death… I could not see more as my vision faded.

I was so sad. I did not understand why it happened. Where did my friend go missing? Why did he go missing? As days passed, my sorrow lessened. I again started living happily in my community, not knowing that anyone of us may have similar fate to that of my friend.

It was another beautiful morning…… and I noticed something near me. Definitely it was delicious food. Without thinking, I grabbed it in my mouth. In a moment, I noticed that I am dangled to something. I tried to throw away what I swallowed, but I was unable to do it. I wanted to go downward, but something was pulling me up, towards a surface. I remembered what had happened to my friend. I shivered. A wave of pain passed through my body. 

In a moment, I was pulled out of the water. I desperately wanted to jump back. With all force, I moved my fins to throw myself back in the water… but it hurt me more. I felt I am unable to breathe well. I was restless. In a short while, I felt somebody grabbing me ruthlessly. I was frightened. I was in the hand of a man. I noticed a smile on his face… an evil smile of winning over me. My breath was getting shorter and shorter… I was full of pains. With pitiful eyes, I looked through eyes of a man. I wanted to show him how much it is painful when one dies. I wanted to tell him I am suffocating. I wanted to beg him to put me back into the water.

Instead, he put me on the floor. I was longing to get back into the water. I started jumping frantically to get back to my little kingdom. More I jumped, more I exhausted. I started to realise that it is an end of my beautiful life. I was unable to jump anymore… I lied down there lifeless, waiting for my death. As I was dying, I watched my killer. He was busy in attaching another bait to get one more catch.
I did not harm anybody… then why did he take my life? For the last time I looked at bright sun… and then it all became dark…. I knew… I was dead.

I was killed for pleasure of a man… all he wanted to do was just kill his time… I was sacrificed ‘just for the sake of fishing’.

Old man from Afghanistan


Old man from Afghanistan
By Shirish Ravan (July 2009)

Experience during my recent visit to Afghanistan. I have special place for Afghans in my heart due to the bond they developed with me during my three years in service in the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime at Kabul.

It was dusky evening in Kabul. I saw the Driver from one of our field office standing near the main gate of office, the gate that resembles entrance of any big jail.

An hour before I attended his retirement farewell party. He was calm and smiling peacefully through his long white beard. Everybody called him Chacha.

I asked him, "Chacha, How do you feel after retirement?"
He replied,
"I feel very happy and contented...
In two decades of my service, I honestly served the office,
My character is spotless…
Nobody ever called me dishonest person…
This integrity is my faith, this is my treasure, this is my wealth…
God has given me so much, that I can live rest of the my life happily in my small village"

This was amazing.... specially when we all know...

Many wealthy persons attempt suicide just because their ‘so called position’ is threatened in office or society,
Many intelligent people suffer in agony due to broken relationships,
Many people in prosperous countries struggle just to get enough goodnight sleep…

He was old man from troubled nation, whose family suffered from three decades of civil war, he led his past life in refugee camps… Still he had no complain to the life.

I said, “Chacha, your happiness teaches a lesson of life…  how to be thankful to God for whatever fortune we are blessed with. Keep spreading this happiness and wisdom in rest of your life”

He just smiled… again smile full of contentment.

Later when I shared this experience with some of my Afghan friends, they told me something that amazed me more ……..

Chacha has only one leg. He lost his leg in the mine blasts (mines planted by Mujaheed against USSR Army) and all his life he worked with artificial limb.

This little interaction with Chacha revealed simple truth: “Peace and happiness lies within, one can discover it if you refrain from blaming the circumstances”.