Hope Never Ends

Hope Never Ends(SHAILESH) “No bomb blast is possible until an officer or a politician sells the country for the greed of money”. Corruption kills.

I think that this quote is true. I am shailesh……victim of Sarojini nagar bomb blast, 2005 New Delhi, in which I lost my mother and brother. That time I was just a child, studying in k.v. no.2 in 7th class, but now things are changed. My life is continuously taking horrible changes, which I don’t know how to face because I've never suffered from all this before. I gave the 12th board examination and am waiting for the results. My father is living with his second wife and finally, 1 month earlier, I left my home for ever and ever. Now I am living in Puna and doing a job as security in shiv sagar phase-1, near Sun City.

During the blast my father was in the Indian air force and that’s why all my treatment took place in R&R, army hospital, New Delhi. Before 10th class I continued my education k.v. no.2 in New Delhi. And when I was in 10th my father took a choice transfer in bihta-Patna. Bihta is nothing but a small village which can also be taken as a small Kasbah. When I went there, after looking at everything, it was clear that everything seems to be much more important for my father than my education.

O.k. finally I cleared my 10th class with an average percentage of 72%.
After that I want my education anywhere in India, but out of Bihar, but my father continues my education in Bihar. I told him many times that I hate this place but he was not ready to take my words seriously. Here the past was not the problem, but he doesn’t want to invest a single rupee on my education, on my clothes, shoes, or anything related to me. I know about his account balance and his monthly income, and the cost of my education was nothing but a little bite of his balance.

I decided to continue my education in bihta-Patna. After passing 11th again I told my father that I want to get out from there but no result came. Again I am facing board and my father put me in JEE classes for the preparation of iit-jee. JEE classes were good but the main problem was that it was situated nearly 30 km from my school and the most surprising thing was that I have to cover this distance in just 1hour after my school hours. But it was impossible in bihta due to lack of transport facility, and the main thing was that my father was giving me only 2500 rupees, including room rent which was nearly 1600, and 900 was not sufficient for my food and transport. and the main headache was that both were demanding 75% attendance. And after such things my father told everyone that after 12 month my son will become kalidas and clear iit-jee. already at that time my life was dumping me in all fields and again this problem. I want to be normal guy more than a topper. even I don’t want to be a topper I just want to be a normal guy.

The result was failing in 12th board examination. My father kicked me out from his home. That time my father resigned from IAF and joined SBI as a cashier.

Then I went to my mausi’s village where I tried to continue my education myself and I prepared. At last, 2 months earlier than exams, my father allowed me to live with him. I went there and gave the board exam as a private candidate. After giving exam I told my father that, “I think that PCM is not a suitable matching for me. after giving exams I realized that I can never be a good engineer. but I can be a good animator. if I clear 12th then I want to do graduation in animation and if the result is same as previous year than I want diploma in animation”. Again after all this my father told me that I have to go in that stream in which he will ask me to go. I told him that I will work hard if he will give me my field to grow, but as ever… No result came.

In that home I think that my life seemed to be the same as hell. I just hate my second mom, even I don’t want to call her mom. from last few years I think that each day I cried due to thinking about my past. Finally I decided to leave my home for ever and ever by taking 200 rupees from my piggy bank and I came to Puna without a ticket.

First few days I live with my best friend Rajesh at Dapodi. He was not satisfied with my decision but finally he helped me a lot. And a few days I lived at Puna station where I met Bansode sir who took me out to work as Security in Yash Multi services, Ambegaon.

Some days I worked in green acres eng Med. School, even as security in dhan-mahotsav, Pune, and now working in shiv Sagar phase-1, near Sun City as security. I think that these are really the most interesting moments of my life where I have to struggle even for 1 samosa, but finally I am sure that from here my life can take only two turns……… I will be totally destroyed or my life will give me a surprise and I will be counted among the most demanded and successful persons……… HOPE NEVER ENDS.