FROM GLOOM TO GOLD
VILLAGE
BOY’S FORTUNES IN HOSTEL
SHEIKH
QAYOOM MADNI
As
his name was announced for the Gold medal for Better performance in the
academics, he began to remember the tough days in the hostel and hard dint he
put in to reach to destiny.“As
dawn approaches I will leave”, these were the thoughts making rounds in his
mind all over the night. It was his first night in the College Hostel. He
stayed up in the badly painted Room No. 786. Its walls were infested with guthka
spat representing maps of world, tea thrown over the dark-white paint, and
above all the nude pictures of the stars and models pasted over walls with
vulgar names written over the naked parts. The men folk in the room were
flamboyant hurling abuses to each other and enjoying. The room reverberated
with pop music. They did everything- playing carom, cards, and what not.
Musadiq
Tanveer was amazing in his studies. He passed the secondary examination with
distinction making the family and villagers proud. Celebrations began in the
remote village with people pouring in his house in large numbers to offer
congratulations, “Mubarak Chu” (congratulations for performing well). For
Musadiq’s village people the success has come as a blessing because it has been
illiterate rotten for centuries. Few in the village had studied up-to the
graduation; otherwise, dropout rate in the middle classes was alarming. The
village was situated in a remote area in one of the Kashmir’s frontier
district.
Back
to the Room no 786 the things began changing with the coming time. Musadiq was
left surprised when the three boys in the room who were studying Computers
began their work professionally. Each one took the separate corner and
sometimes they collectively were trying to understand the incomprehensible topics.
Musadiq was visualizing all this. He lied on the five feet bed with hard-
wooden cover of bed striking with the backbone. He was recollecting how happier
it has been among the family, mesmerizing with the younger cousins and
sometimes beating them ruthlessly for studies. His mother would come into the
room and inquire about the things before going to sleep. His sister would place
tea-cattle and baked biscuits to sip tea whenever he feels exhaust. His father
was sleeping in the next room snoring and seeing the Sons dream of achieving
heights.
Musadiq as he landed in the new environment and now
quiet began to remember the school days. His heart start beating hastily when
the girl he loved and proposed in his 11th class began to appear in
his thoughts. She was a beautiful girl her silky long hair waving with her
modest footsteps, her glowing eyes were catching the eye, her long pencil nose
was like eagles beak making each one prey. She was shy and unable to express
her love for Musadiq when he proposed her and unconsciously outwardly, she
denied.
Musadiq
lost in the ghostly world. For he was not too much concerned left behind for he
knew it was the tale of bygone days, however the things which stroked his mind
most “what next”. As in the first instance he has planned to leave the hostel
in the dawn, the different thoughts came to his mind that could he adjust the
things. If he will turn back to home what will happen to his ailing mother and
the hard labored father who each day finds his fortune in the farm lands
ploughing and tilling soil earning bucks for his son to pursue education.
However as things began changing in the 786 the Musadiq’s agitated mind began
to relax. There was calmness in the room, with pop singers gone to sleep , the
main bulb of the room was shut-down and
the nudity on walls no more visible. The three room buys were studying in the
calm ness of night in their respective table lamps. The thought was not to
disturb the guest. Musadiq as intelligent he was in grabbing things quickly he
began to think that all his roommates were doing was giving him time to
understand the situation and adjust himself.
‘Musadiq,
how do you feel being here’, roommate Akram Mukarram who sat left corner in the
room said. ‘Good, Go ….., Good’ Musadiq said hastily as he woke from the deep
thoughts. ‘I think, you miss your family’, Akram said, smiling. ‘ Yes’,
Musadiq. ‘ See brother, we are your
seniors and had under gone the same thing like you, but we somehow managed and
today we feel this Room as our Home and ourselves as family members and you are
part of this family now’, Akram politely said as if he was offering family
membership to Musadiq.
Musadiq changed his mind and convinced himself that
he will stay for more days and if things will not get right will find an
alternative. Back to his shoulders was the obligation to his villagers, family
and of-course to himself. He had been a courageous guy, fighting the shackles
of poverty and competing with the influential in the secondary school.
Days
passed he began to find his room partners men of caliber. They were all
competitive only sometimes reckless. They were good guys accompanying the new
guest each and everywhere to show him various facets of Hostel life. They began
instructing Musadiq to carry up the hard work for they had found him man of
potential and capability. They became instrumental in channelizing him to right
direction for they were his seniors and obliged them.
Musadiq
surprised everyone when this village boy performed well in the city College and
topping in his first year. Being the science student Hostel proved a better
place to work day and night and his roommates a blessing from Almighty. He then
consecutively topped the college in the next two years and found himself listed
in the achievers list.
Today
as he is surrounded by the important dignitaries and has to receive the
prestigious award, tears roll down from his cheeks. He remembers his roommates
and aiming that they must have heard if not seeing that I am being rewarded.
Musadiq Clears his
cheeks and stands up to receive the award from the Vice President of India.
Clapping’s mark his path with the audience shouting ‘Musadiq…….Musadiq…’, he
devotes this medal To Room Nom 786 and the roommates.
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