01 Imbibing core values: True story from our childhood

Imbibing core values:  True story from our childhood

On a motorable mud road, there was a lonely residential bungalow. 2 kilo meters further up on the hill there were few shops, post office and a primary school. This was a remote area where only 2 buses per day used to come from a city 100 kilo meters away.

Three brothers Pappu, Sanju and Bholu used to live in the bungalow along with their parents. Their father was a government official and mother was a house wife.

Pappu 8, Sanju 5 and Bholu was 3 years old. Pappu and Sanju used to go on an arduous journey every day on foot to school.

Once in a month their father used to go to the city for official meeting and come back next day. He used to bring sweets, magazines and toys for the kids.

On a night when their father was away, kids were not doing their regular study while mother was cooking food as usual. In light of kerosene lamp, kids were playing their own version of “Chhuk Chhuk Karti Rail Chali”. Sanju became the engine and Pappu the first Van. Pappu kept his hands straight on Sanju’s shoulders, they started making rounds in the house running from one room to other. Feeling left alone, Bholu cried loudly. They stopped the train and spoke to each other in exhilaration “Let us give a train ride to Bholu”. Bholu sat on Pappu’s hands which were resting on Sanju’s shoulders, and train started running again. The great joy of playing was a Kodak moment getting registered only in their memories. The train caught up the speed as they ran in joy.

Bholu cried again very loudly along with a sudden sound of “dhamm”. Pappu and Sanju stopped in disbelief at a distance while mom came running.

There was neither a phone nor a soul around except the four. Through the forest, nearest help was 2 kilo meters away. It was already dark so mom didn’t even think about it. Somehow mom managed to console Bholu but he cried all night.

Next day, kids didn’t go to school anticipating sweets and toys. 

Father came home through morning bus and saw Bholu’s condition and kids in home instead of school. He took out a leather belt of the holdall. He did not beat kids with the belt but got them ready for school. Along with both kids, with belt in hand he walked to school. They reached school after the interval. Kids attended the remaining classes and father walked back home.

Since there was no big hospital around, father took Bholu to the city in next day’s bus. After few days, Bholu came back home with a big white plaster in hand.

Kids are now grown up and have their own families. They neither bunked the school nor the office again. 

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