Saturday, July 10, 2010

Wish

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 12; the twelfth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Star light, Start bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight

Standing in the balcony, he gave a dirty look to the stars above. Though it was already 8 o'clock in the night but he could still see a tinge of blue and he cursed the stars even more for giving light to the otherwise dark and dull sky. That was unfair. Nobody deserved the light more than he did and yet everybody managed to get everything and he was left alone. Life had been unfair to him.

He hummed the star light star bright rhyme again. It must have been the thousandth time that he repeated it that day. He had no clue what reminded him of the nursery rhyme that he always sang as a kid, but it did leave a lingering effect on him when he first sang it in the morning, probably after 55 years. But he had to agree that he felt young again. Like a kid. All he wanted to do was sing and jump but his knees felt wobbly. This time he cursed his low blood pressure for making him feel older than he was. At 60, he could barely walk.

He turned his back, the enormous expanse of darkness now stood behind him. He was now facing his penthouse apartment at the top of the high rise building, perhaps the highest in the entire Vancouver city. He sat down on the chair in the balcony

Today, Harsh felt lonely. He wished, he was back in his own country. Among his own people. His wife. His children. Canada had given him billions, more than what his wife and his three children could live on. He had built an estate single handedly and the years spent away from home were very dear to him. But not anymore. Now that his worth was in billions, he wanted to go back. But there were hungry scavengers waiting for him with blood-shot eyes, ready to pounce on him at the mere sight of the green bucks. They wouldn't care if he was dead or alive. All they wanted was his money. They hardly called him up to inquire about his health. But he couldn't blame his children for anything. He was their culprit. In his greed to make money, he had desolated them when they needed him the most. And today, he couldn't blame them for they had inherited his greed. Life father, like sons.

Harsh Karekar, the name that was worth $17 billion, had absolutely no worth when it came to his personal life. The man who had come to Canada with absolutely nothing in hand but a dream in his eyes to make it big, had every bit of money today but still had a feeling of emptiness inside.

A small tear escaped from his eyes as his past hovered over him. He remembered his plight when he was a kid. His father worked as a driver, earning a meagre amount of Rs. 400 a month. He had never let his low income affect Harsh' life. When Harsh was 7 years old, he had a wish to own a bicycle just like his dad's employer's son had. The very next day, he saw one parked outside their house, perhaps the only one in the entire village. Harsh was a keen learner. He was sent to an English-medium school only because his father did not want his son to lead a life that he was deprived of. When Harsh turned 17, he wished to study further, something that was uncommon in their society. His father did not have money to send to him to the university. But he was wanted to fulfill his son's wish and sent to the university to study science with the money he got by selling his mother's jewellery. Harsh was sharp. He grasped everything that was taught to him. His father never felt that he had made a wrong decision. He was always proud of Harsh. He made every effort to provide Harsh with all that he wished for, no matter how difficult it was and how expensive it was. Harsh was always a good boy.

But a man who knows more than others becomes ambitious. And Harsh became over ambitious. His over ambitiousness made him hungry for money. Love was definitely not a solution to subside his hunger. He wanted money. Pure money. He married a homely girl who studied at the same university as he did, only her dad was richer and ofcourse it showed him the simplest route for earning some quick money. In a span of 10 years, he was done with his MBA, had a stable job and had three good looking sons. But Harsh had plans which no one knew about. Not even his wife. His sons did not excite him nor did they ignite a feeling a love in him. He left them and came to Canada, a city that had made his dreams come true. And today he had money. Lots of it. And it was all his. But after 30 years of running behind money, he had no one else in his life but the crisp notes that couldn't buy him any happiness.

Harsh stood up from the chair and took his place near the railing. The sky was full of stars. Stars that would have carried his wish. His wish would have come true if he had not looked at the sky with a look so devil that the stars turned their back towards him. He wished to go back to his family. He wanted to see his cheerful wife, whom he had not seen for the last 30 years. He wanted to hold her close and make up for the lost 30 years that she had spent in his absence. He wanted to hug his three sons, whom he had met barely a couple of times. He knew that his sons hated him. They did not want to meet him. All they wanted was his money. He was ready to give them all his money. He wished he could turn back the time. The time when his sons were young and in need of a father. He wanted to play with his sons, one thing that they were deprived of. He instantly remembered his father, who had never let him feel that they were poor. He remembered his bicycle. He had no clue whether his sons got one or not. He never bothered to know. But today, he wanted to buy the best bicycles for his sons. He wanted to teach them how to ride a bicycle. And when they fall down from it, he wanted to hug them and say," its just a minor scratch". He wanted to see his sons grow up. He tried to remember the names of the schools and colleges they went to. Sadly, he couldn't remember any. In his greed, he had forgotten everything that had to do with his small family. His sons were now grown ups, two of whom were married too. He didn't know whether he had any grandchildren. He just wanted to go back.

This was his little wish.

He looked up at the sky. He saw the stars again. This time, he cursed them all the more for they wouldn't carry his wish and make it come true. He started singing the star light star bright rhyme again, this time a little louder than before. Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight. Still looking at the sky, he started counting the stars in his mind. I wish I may, I wish I might. He heaved in a sigh of relief. Have the wish I wish tonight. Saying this, he jumped from the balcony of his penthouse leaving his entire estate to his beloved children, his last wish unknown to them all and to be burned along with his corpse. 

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46 comments:

buckingfastard said...

hey on ur blog after looong time...im soo off blogger..dint even updated my blog much...hope to be regular soon!!

:) and glad i came today!! loved the on and off comparison between present and past!! and luvd the use of the jingle in the ending to justify it all!!

Deeps!! said...

there was a post i posted,aages ago with the Star light star bright in mind.. this one is such a different view on a same topic of sorts.. i think we' just had a mini blogathon of our own.. ;)

aativas said...

Sad end .. only if one realizes what one wishes.. (not money but people!)

Chanz said...

@ BF : Thanks.. :) I really miss your presence here... you are really good with fiction and I miss your posts.. :0

Chanz said...

@ Deeps : Oh really.. I'd be gld if you could share the link for the same.. :)

Chanz said...

@ Aativas : well, yeah..

Dhiman said...

This has been happening to so many I guess...running behind money and ending up with nothing ...

supriya said...

brutal reality..loved it!

Tuppence said...

Good one.
We make a wish and run behind it and in obsession of that, if we are not balancing things, we might just end up losing many more in the run.

nicely brought out.

Chanz said...

@ Dhiman : Yeah.. absolutely.. :(

Chanz said...

@ Supriya : :( I know..

Chanz said...

@ Tuppence : thank u.. Its quite sad though..

Mehak said...

the end was a bit of a shocker. well written but a little disturbing.. :(

Someone Is Special said...

A wish which was beautifully said, I just love it a lot.


I wish you a good luck for BATOM - 12

Saravana Kumar - Wish

Yours Frendly,
Saravana Kumar M

Brijender Singh said...

Tragic but brutally honest-the angst of a man who has everything the world wants but nothing of what he himself wants.
Beautifully naratted.

Amity said...

Chanz, you almost brought tears to my eyes...what a sad tale you have written? You proved that money cannot buy real, true happiness...

It was a poignant and well-narrated. Is this real or fiction? Whatever, you did justice to the prompt!

My best wishes for you for BATOM 12!

Chanz said...

@ MEhak : yeah... It is definitely shocking..

Chanz said...

@ Someone is special : thank u..

Chanz said...

@ Brijender : thats exactly what I wanted to say.. :)

Chanz said...

@ Amity : I am sorry.. Didn't want it to be so harsh.. But I am glad I did justice.. I wasnt convinced myself..

Thanks for your wishes..

swayambhu said...

Hey nice story....all d best fr BAT....but couldn't u hv gone soft with the ending?

Phoenixritu said...

Balance ..... or lack of it, beautifully portrayed. Yes, run after money and just money, end up with ashes in your grasp. ATB for BATOM

Chanz said...

@ Swayambhu : well, I am sure a lot of people have had the same end to their lives.. :(

Chanz said...

@ Phoenixritu : Thanks :)

gkam said...

Tragic story, but the topic is very well portrayed.

Good Wishes for BAT12!

Gkam - Wish

Guddu said...

Nice.

http://frescobyme.blogspot.com/2010/07/wish.html

Do comment and all da best :)

Mahesh Kalaal said...

a consequence of rat race and a victim of materialism .....
seems he got trapped in horizons.
nice write up :)

Shivani said...

:(
Sad but an implicitly real end...

Maverick said...

wonderful post....likd it....wish ya luck fr BAT 12....! tc!

following ya! :)

mayur said...

this is a story we so often hear, but don't seem to learn from it....the allure of money is such!

How I wish, people read you post and try not to repeat the story :D

All the best for BAT!

Ms.Meduri said...

sad but i think its the truth..!!

nice write up friend..!!

All the best..!!!

Chanz said...

@ gkam : thank u.. and all the best to u too..

Chanz said...

@ guddu : thanks a lot.. :)

all the best :)

Chanz said...

@ Mahesh : thank u..

Chanz said...

@ shivani : I know... it happpens quite often

Chanz said...

@ Maverick : thank a lot.. :)
and all the best to u too..

Chanz said...

@ mayur : thats a little difficult.. Such things can just be seen in books and pages like our blogs.. No body wants to learn...

Chanz said...

@ Ms. Meduri : thank you.. :)

Jaspreet said...

Sometimes it's just regret(s) that we are left with, which ultimately leads us to say 'if only we could turn back time..' and this is a wish that God can not fulfill even if He wants to..Sad but true.

Vipul Grover said...

Hey Chanz a vry nice entry for Blog-a-Ton. Liked the way u compared the two fathers in the story.. one poor yt caring, anothr rich yt neglecting.. a nice read :)

Siddhesh 'Ravan' Kabe said...

Chandz,
SUPERB!!! Seriously... even I felt something move inside on reading the post. Excellent pace and lovely narration!!!


Cheers,
Sid
Holy Cow!!!

astrosunilnomy said...

wonderful post, this makes me think that man must always think imagining himself say 5 year's from now & 10 years from now on & so on to avoid such painful situations as in the story, amazing ending, good luck for blog-a-ton

Shilpa Garg said...

Tragic!! :(
Wonderful narration and a good plot!
All the best for BAT-12.
Cheers :)

Deeps!! said...

hey sweeetie.. as asked for..

much love!!

http://whitefridayandsnowblack.blogspot.com/2010/03/star-light-star-bright-you-make-me-feel.html

Shalini said...

Wonderful story...
Kudos!

Sidra Sayeed said...

It was creative to use the rhyme in the story, helps bring in the element of innocence. It's hard to imagine that to have everything and nothing at all could feel the same.