“Listen Anirban, since my marriage, I don’t know exactly
what actually triggers you to be engrossed in writing, despite you numerous
tried to pursued me that, one day you will become famous. Your poems, stories
and novels will bring huge fortune to you. But, honestly speaking, I find it
all trash, as none heeds to your writings. Yet, you are constantly investing
considerable amount of money, which are your hard earnings in self-publishing
books, but, sadly I observed, nobody is buying your books and you are
performing miserably bad. I cannot understand, what exactly trigger you to
devote your time and diligence by writing all trashes, which are being
exclusively discarded by the readers. Instead, if you would have devoted time
in focusing and investing more time on our only son, enabling him to navigate him
in the right path, which can ensure him to make a promising career, then his
future at least could be assured. So see, how contagious your own practices,
which has also affected your son, indulging him to opt for a path of his life,
pursuing his own passion too, only to ensure that, he will equally go for
astray. He is also addicted with his passion in music, which equally having no
assurance of success in future. I am afraid, what will happen to him in future
and in absence of us, not being financially stable, how he will manage to pull
out his livelihood in a decent order! My service luckily suffices us to combat
with such financial adversities at present, but, what will happen to him in
absence of us. My retirement is also not very far. Can’t you realize that, an
unsuccessful son is a greatest curse to a parent? Really, I am amazed, how
non-impulsive you are!” Anita, Anirban’s wife made such comment, while they
three are having their dinner in the table. Anirban remains quiet. But, their
son, Ankit, cannot restrain from retaliation. He replies, ‘mom, you know
nothing about art. How an artist struggle to produce his creation, what pain he
endures to give birth to his creations, how tedious and brain storming
activities he is engaged with, is beyond your imagination. You only tend to
equate everything in terms of money, wealth and mundane gains. How could you
envisage an artist’s endeavor? But, one day, you will see how Dad is being eulogized.
I guess, and then only you can realize an artist’s realm. People observe and
tend to treat a successful person as a cult figure, moment he is awarded with
any prestigious award. The money, fame and accolades immediately make a person
celebrity, but, his struggles to reach to such height remain unknown! This is
perhaps the destiny of all successful and famous people!”
Then Anirban participated to mother and son’s conversation
and aiming at his wife, he said, ‘well Anita, you know me for a considerable time.
We are married since twenty six years. I am afraid; this is what your
evaluation regarding me? Am I ignored my duty towards you as well Ankit? Did not
I love you both from core of my heart? Did not I spend quality time out of my
utmost ability with you people? Am I hesitated to spend money to facilitate
your life style out of the salary I get from my school teacher’s job? Am I indulged
to enjoy my life in an indecent way and in indiscipline manner? Moreover, you
know me since my college life, how passionate I am to capture the reflection I receive
from nature as well external world, my society, the people in and around my
ambiance, their vibes, their struggles and pains, as well, their happiness. I indulge
myself in writings, which is my only passion. Is it a crime? Am I responsible,
if my readers discard me? They equally have the liberty whether to read my books
or nor. But, why should I accuse them, not helping me to become famous? They are
not my bait, out of which I will become famous.”
Anita retorted, “then, why you devoting your time uselessly?
Why can’t you focus on your profession, which can yield dividends and virtually
help you to become financially more stable? After all, at the end of the day,
it is money which only talks and that also in a pragmatic sense, rest all are
non-sense. Even the alibi you are resorting to.”
Anirban evidently felt, it is useless to convince her, as
she only means success is money and wealth. Besides, he could realize her
constraints and limitations. She is like all other ordinary common people, who equate
everything in terms of money and mundane pleasures. Despite, spending
considerable time under the same roof, she felt how unknown they are to each
other in terms of faculty! Equally, he acknowledges too, that he is also
responsible, not to make her convinced about his goal, ambition and aspiration,
that is, to tap the reflections of people in an available society he is
confronting with and to translate their pains, sufferings as well, euphoria,
which is guided by the external world they are dwelling with, and how the
external influence them, even navigate them to confront with a situation
cropping up in front of them, and who failed to adapt with such changing
scenario, what fatality it eventually yield, how they feel helpless and become
a puppet, a softest prey to the ecosystem they unknowingly dwelling with and
Anita is no different too!
However, after completing the dinner, Anirban and Ankit,
both resorted to their respective room. Anita too, after completion of her
routine work went to bed and soon slumber engulfs her, owing to her day’s work,
which made her fatigued too. But, the high pitch of discussion reverberates to
the ears of Anirban. He resorted to his working table, immersed himself to his
passion, that is writing and when dawn almost appears, he too felt fatigued and
finally resorted to bed. The following day is holiday and he knows, he can
sleep till late hours to balance the deficiency of sleep.
But, being accustomed with writing almost every day late
hours at night, ignoring the nature’s law, indulging to explore his fancy of
writing, he also unknowingly developed a disease. If one ignores nature’s law
or design, then nature will inevitably take its toll. Anirban too developed an
ailment, which abruptly revealed, forcing him to admit in a hospital. After number
of clinical tests, the doctors came out with the findings that, he has
developed a lung cancer and which is malignant in nature. His time in this
world is now short. Nobody can live for infinite time. Everyone has to die one
or the other day. But, death always appear as stranger to everyone’s life, and
in case of Anirban, his life style has paved the way to hasten the progress of
his perpetual departure from this mundane world.
Anirban’s mental strength is enormous. Knowing about his
short life span, he is no longer worried. He remains busy by indulging his
passion for writings. A novel, he recently concluded suddenly became huge hit
in the market. The applause from every quarter inundated him. But, he remains
unnerved. Government awarded him with the most prestigious award for his
contribution in the field of literature. The prize money of the award is
equally substantial for him and his family. Immediately he took notice a change
in his wife’s view and vision as well her evaluation regarding Anirban, as she
now herself got an identity of distinction as Anirban’s wife, which made her
proud for her husband, entirely forgotten that, few months back also Anirban is
considered as an useless element to her!
Anirban is now enjoying the change in the milieu he is
dwelling with and how quickly it is changing. Now his alacrity to live for
longer years is increasing. On contrary, he could evidently realize that, time
is the only tyrant and the enigma of time has utterly perplexed him. But, he
cannot rule out, that time and perseverance to observe the reflections in
nature is only responsible for all his accolades. Besides, the changing
phenomena in nature, emerging the new economic, cultural and social fabric,
where the acute contradiction people are facing, struggling to adapt with new
social design, new life style. Not able to realize the reason of crisis they
are confronting with and how the available society is going through
experiencing a severe pain, equal to that of labor pain, though intending, but
unable to give birth comfortably a new design or form, resulting them to
experience an excruciating pain. Consequently, weird attitudes are manifesting
in manifold. The numbers of crimes are increasing in an alarming rate and even
they cannot justify what tempting them to perform such heinous acts. But, when
Anirban observes their pain, his own pain become too insignificant, as well his
happiness becomes ephemeral too. He only is being moved with the pains of
majority, triggering him to write more.
In a certain day, he appears for the award giving ceremony
along with his family. While he has been asked to deliver his speech in front
of the large audience, he literally lost his tongue. He only struggles to
deliver, ‘it is because of my country men, I have been awarded and I dedicate
my award to my countrymen only, whose livelihood, struggle and pains trigger me
to resort to pen. I am privileged and honored for the people, who finally
acknowledged my hard work as their work.’ Afterwards, he quit the dais and dragged
out from the auditorium for recluse.
He gradually dragged himself to the nearby sea shore and
rested himself in a lonely place, observing the continuous flow of waves how
splashing on the shore and the flow of under current making bellows and foams
and the sunset light making a dazzling effect on water waves, as if the sparkling
jewels are abundantly oscillating in the nature’s bosom! Staring on the sky
above appears as if, red color smears on it, having the resemblance with the
blood bathed battle field. The color read seems being stolen by nature from
him, or, he is confused whether he has stolen the color red from the nature! Sun
set sky and his life which is advancing towards it end having a close proximity
which he cherishing in the twilight evening. What success has ultimate brought
to him and its flavor, making him utterly confused! Success is the product of
hard toil and requires profuse blood, the only food to kindle success! Is it
the success which people crave for? The only question haunting him at this juncture
when life itself has lost its charm and craving to be obliterated, the ultimate
destiny of all human being. Yet, he cannot rule out the only enigma of life is
how to make a prolific impact on majority and make a perpetual impact on
mortals for infinite time to follow! Life, a unique matter, always in a process
of transformation and a new quality or form it makes, enable one to usher for
further progress and make a new quality, beyond any one capacity to assess! Is it
called the butterfly effect? Anirban entirely engrossed in deep thought, not
knowing how time is engulfing him, making equally its food, a product, which
might be the inevitable consequence, what he is confronting with!
