The Real Superhero...
You meet a lot of people in your life and most people will be forgotten with time. But, some people always have some influence over you even though you've lost the touch with them. Some people just take you back in time to remind you of the lessons you learned from them. Maybe you don't know everything about them, but something about them just tells that he/she is a kind person than he/she appears to be. This post is about one such person whom my parents don't even know about, he's no more but he has inspired me a lot during my childhood.
This is a story of a man, who lived by his own rules,
This is the
story of an engineer, who was full of compassion but still lived a lonely life,
This is a
story of an introvert, who shared a great bond with kids,
This story is about Uncle Dinesh.
Uncle
Dinesh was an engineer and in his late 60's when I first met him. His apartment
was a level below mine. I never knew he existed even though I was living in the
same place for years. I remember that he loved cricket and he used to watch
kids play from the balcony.
I loved cricket back then but still sucked at
it! My bowling action was so weak, that the batsman could easily predict the
pitch of the ball. He used to observe kids play and had a good time doing that.
One day, the batsman hit the ball up in the air and it appeared to go inside
his house. I was the only ten-year-old fielder there so I had to go and bring the
ball back.
I went there and the
door was open. I could hear Sanskrit chants so I just knocked on the door and
waited outside. I knew he lived there as I could see him enjoying the cricket
from the balcony. After 3-4 minutes, the man came to me smiling with the ball
in his hand. He was too skinny for his voice that seemed like one of a hefty
man. He had those bifocal spectacles and beard which hadn't been cut in days.
He gave me the ball but didn't say anything. I threw the ball to the guys who
were waiting for the ball for a long time. They resumed playing cricket before
I joined them. And yeah, a 10-year-old is only good as a ball-boy when the
adults are playing. On a good day, if the team runs out of batsmen, you get a
chance to pick up the bat and bat for the team (I appreciated that though). I
would get a chance to bowl if I was playing with my friends. I used to play
during the weekends and practice on weekdays at my home. But still, I wasn't
the perfect bowler.
A few days
later, I saw Uncle Dinesh on my way to school and he asked me to meet him later
so that he can tell me something about my bowling action.
That's it!
That's all
I wanted as a kid who wanted to be best at the craft! And just like many other
10-year-old cricket lovers would have thought, I thought that it's my first
step to represent India
on a global level. I went to him with my other friend. He invited us inside
while he was eating cream biscuits with milk. His house was the most unusual
house I'd ever seen in my life. He lived in an office! More than half of his
house was converted into an office. It was a house full of shelves with large files
stacked in them. There was a computer on a table with CDs and floppy disks
around it. And most of all, he had no television at his home!
But I didn't care much; I was there to get my
cricket lessons.
He taught us the
correct ways to bowl. He also told me that my pitches lacked speed. Then, he
also told me how my friend was a better bowler than me. I shouldn't have taken
him with me in the first place. We ended up practicing cricket in the balcony.
I thought I was improving under his guidance. I could see myself in that jersey
representing India
(Just like many other 10-year-olds). And as a reward, he gave us stickers that
he got on those cream biscuits he was eating.
Uncle
Dinesh was a passionate hard worker. He loved kids but he was less expressive.
He didn't take part in the festivals that were being celebrated in society but
enjoyed them from the balcony. He worked for this brother who was in a business
related to engineering parts. He wasn't married, lived alone, and cooked by
himself. I would always see him repairing electric boards and broken furniture
on my way back home.
How could a
man be so perfect?
He was
proud that I was learning Tabla (a musical instrument) and the French language,
as he loved classical music and languages himself. Even after he got old and
was struggling with his health, he would ask me about my progress in the
language.
Little did I know that all this work,
loneliness and self-dependence can have its negatives too.
As I grew
up, I got busier with my school. Talking about socializing, I became an
introvert myself. We could only talk on my way to the school or my way back
home.
But still, I enjoyed an amazing bond with him at
that point in my life. As I got into college (2016), I left home early and
returned late in the evening. Not just me, but everyone in society got busier.
There were no cricket matches like before. I stopped playing cricket as I
realized that I sucked at it and was thinking of taking it as a career. I
picked up new hobbies but never shared it with Uncle Dinesh. The only
communication we used to have was a smile if at all we saw each other.
Uncle
Dinesh got sick, he wasn't doing the business work anymore. He became forgetful
of things and had difficulties in recognizing people. He became skinnier and
wasn't taking good care of his health. I couldn't hear the Sanskrit hymns from
his house anymore.
The worst part was, all these years of hard work
and self-reliance made him refuse all the help he received from the people. The
only thing that he used to rely on for walking was his walking stick. One day
while leaving for the college, I saw him repairing one of his shelves. We both
talked to each other for a while, he seemed happy and weak at the same time. He
was still doing all the work on his own.
One day, I
got the news from the neighbors that he passed away. I couldn't believe it at
first. He was more of an experience for me. All the thoughts, all the teachings
that he shared with me are precious. His hard work and relentless nature will
always motivate me to work better in life. That man was a life lesson on his
own. He was a man who deserved better in every aspect of life; whether it be
relationships, health, or wealth.
He might have been arrogant at times when people
tried to help him but at the same time, he was true to himself. He always spoke
and stood for the truth.
The society has
become much quieter over these years. Uncle Dinesh's house is locked now. But
still, whenever I look at that the closed door, my mind takes me back in those
days where I could hear those hymns, see that computer surrounded by shelves
stacked with files, and see the man who lived his life on his terms. He wasn't
a human one can talk for a while and call him his friend; He was an experience,
an astounding experience. There are no signs of Uncle Dinesh in the society,
except for the nameplate on his door.
(Who said there are no superheroes? They are operating around you doing their best to make this world a better place to live. Some might be being kind to people even they do not get the same treatment or some might be giving their best at a job without expecting anything in return. The world is filled with superheroes. You know about mine, who's yours?)
Nice work, well written keep it up ❤️��
ReplyDeleteThank you Mr. Endless!
DeleteThese kind words mean a lot to me. Enjoy your day😄
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DeleteI'm happy that you got the message out of the text.\n And yes, he's in a better place now ")
The blog reminds me of the fact that there are many people who unknowningly and unconditionally touch the lives of many, but there are very few considerate individuals like u who acknowledge and remember them.
ReplyDeleteU hav done great.........ONCE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!
Thank you very much Pranav. And that's true, there are many people around you who subconsciously impact your life in a better way through their work or their thoughts. It's important to recognise them. Thanks for the support man! I'm glad that you got the message.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for always supporting the blog. Have a great day!
Very nice real life experience !!!
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Thank you Aditya, this means a lot to me. I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
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