I was in class 11th during that time. Our final exams were about to begin within next few months. I was not so bad in studies. My faculty was commerce/management. My parents invested lots of money in my studies. One day I learn smoking and I feel good doing that. Days goes on and on and I started bunking my classes too. Slowly I became chain smoker. That is the beginning of my dark days. The life before that was very beautiful. I was a tution teacher from where I earned my pocket money. I was good in overall activities. Everything was perfect.
suddenly life took u turn. One day when I coming home from my campus with my friends I saw my angry mom with a stick in her hand waiting for me in front of our home. When I come near she started beating me in front of my friends. I kept quite. She kept on beating until we reach home. I asked the reason for doing so. She replied: from today onwards you are not going anywhere because you are running Outta my hands which I will never let happen. For about two months I was in my home. No friends no smoking no tuition and no school and obviously no money. I quit smoking for somedays. This all started when I was smoking behind my house when one of my friends mom watched me and she was the one who told my mom that I am running out of her hands and to control me or else she will lose me.
Few days later, our eldest sister came from India who she got married in 1998 to meet us as usual. She is strict. My mom told her to take me so, that I can become good person again. She didn’t refuse. I came in India with her. She asked me what I want to do? Study/job? I was not interested in studies anymore. I replied I want to do job. Within few days I started doing job. But, the owner didn’t pay for my job as according to the owner I have to learn for two three months before getting paid. I worked there for about one and half month. I feel bored because of no salary. I told my sister that I want to go my maternal home which is in Rajasthan and my parental home is also in Rajasthan. I went there for some months.
Oneday at evening when I was sitting behind a famous temple ‘Gogamedi’ I was thinking to go to the capital city of India which is New Delhi. But, the problem was that I didn’t have enough money and contacts of known relatives and friends as well. I heard many rumours which somehow was true that in Delhi children’s those who flew from their home gets trafficked easily. I was in fear. On the same night when I was having my dinner at my maternal restaurant some unknown old couple called me ‘son’ we are from Delhi. Tomorrow we are leaving to Delhi. Will you come along with us? I told yes. Coz, I was also thinking the same. They told me to get ready in the morning. Nothing came in my mind except I was thinking that God is helping me and it is ‘He the God’ who has sent those couple to help me.
Next day I get ready. I went to the place where they resided. My maternal Uncle wasn’t there. I told his workers that I am going and I went. I had only 50 bugs in my pocket. The couple asked me how much I had in with me. I told them that I had only rs 50. They told me to give them the money. I gave them what I had and it took couple of hours to reach Delhi via train.
Next day morning couple introduce me with two of their son and other family members and told me I am one among them and to not hesitate asking anything when I needed. They provided me a room on the top floor of their building. They also asked me weather I will do a job on a salary basis or free. I told them I will work for free. I worked there for four months. I enjoyed alot during that period. The interesting thing happened to me at that time is that when I was returning I had only 50 bugs left in my pocket. I was little bit worried. I was sitting on a bus and there a man arrived and offered me some help. I didn’t refuse. Once the bus stopped he took me to a Dhaba a type of open restaurant and he ordered to pack a parcel of food for me. I thanked him. He said it’s okay. He told me to go home from where I came and also helped me by providing some money. Finally I reached my home. Safe and healthy. That was the journey in my life which was epic, tragedy, fun, entertainment, etc.
I would like to advice youngsters those who think smoking, drinking, and sex is everything, please don’t make ur future dark. Life is indeed beyond that. Listen to ur elders. They always want us to show the right path and it’s us who always choose the wrong path and later we keep on blaming. Our life is what we plant. If we plant good seeds we bear good and sweet and tasty fruits from it.
hope you all are fine. Stay safe and healthy.