He was on a
marketing job, away from home for weeks.
Back home his father was not in good shape. He wished that he could
finish the deal as fast as he could and be with his father for a week taking care of him. When he returned the crowd in front of his house told him
the sad story. His father was no more. Added to this sadness there was a big
commotion in the house. The priests who were there to assist his father in his
final journey came rushing towards him and in their grip was hiss nine year old son.
“Listen to the
high handedness of your son. We tried our best to stop it. He had pulled out
your father’s eyes. This brat deserves nothing less than to be cast deep hell”
The father was
confused and took his 9 year old son
aside and asked him to explain . The son told “Appa, as soon thatha (grandfather)
died I couldn’t contact you since you were on the move (This happened on those
cell phoneless days), hence I called for the eye donation team from the
hospital from the number you had noted in your telephone diary. I remember you
telling me once that the eye had to be
donated within four hours of expiry and I talked with amma and took the decision on your behalf. Is there
anything wrong appa?” the boy asked. “The priests were shouting at me and
almost stopped the team from touching the body. They threatened me with dire
consequences for my audacity and one of
them even kicked me appa.” The boy was in tears. The father hugged him and took
him to the gathered priests who were expecting a through dressing down and ask
their pardon for the misbehavior of his son. On the contrary he praised his son
who did a very noble deed without
waiting in his presence. They were
flabbergasted and put their head down in shame!
When I heard this
I was touched by the nobility of the father and son duo, an ideal gift passed
on from one generation to the other which i am sure would
definitely be passed on to the progeny too.
A wedding in South
India is no doubt a grand affair. and personal deliverance of invitations with betel leaves and nuts and money carries lot of weight. "They have respected us coming to our house and we should reciprocate the same." is
the unwritten dogma. This practice is still
followed!
I witnessed
another miracle from the same family when they personally invited all the
scavengers who work in their street for their only son's wedding! It was a VIP treatment for them when the family presented the first
invitation cards to them along with betel leaves and nuts and a thousand rupees
in cash.
I well very well
know that this is never for publicity or trumpeting.
When we were
informed of the same it was indeed a sincere sharing on their part to persons
close to their heart!
In our lives we
witness so many such small miracles. Do we register them in our hearts and ever think that we can also
be 'miracle makers' in our own inimitable way?
