When I was posted to Dimapur, Nagaland, on CGM promotion, initially
I was taken aback. It is 2600 kms away from home and is considered unsafe as
the problem of insurgency persists in north-east India. Then, I remembered my
father who took transfers as a challenge and readily accepted them without
grumbling. He, without a second thought, went to even those places which were
backward with little amenities.
He worked as a headmaster in Zila Parishad schools of
Ananthpur district. He was a strict disciplinarian and a man of principles. One
of his students was riding a bicycle without heeding to the national anthem being
recited in the morning school assembly. He considered this disrespectful and
punished the boy for his lack of discipline and patriotism. Whereas, my father
would stand up and salute the flag whenever the national anthem was being sung,
no matter where he was and what he was doing. The boy that my father punished
turned out to be the son of a powerful local politician, who felt insulted and
saw to it that my father was posted to the remotest village in the district. He
also sent a message across, that if my father would apologise to the politician,
he would consider the cancellation of the transfer order. My mother initially
asked my father to meet him and sort out the matter appealingly. But my resolute father took a firm decision
and accepted the new assignment. In the new village, we faced a lot of
difficulties and challenges. I and my
siblings would study in kerosene lantern due to lack of electricity. Medical
facilities were deficient. My father had to commute long distances for fetching
even basic commodities.
But he never repented his decision and never compromised on
his principles. He used to say that Lord Ram was happier in the forest than in Ayodhya.
Recollecting this incident on retrospection I took
inspiration from my father and relocated to Dimapur although I had to be away
from near and dear. I decided that I will bravely accept any challenge that would come in my way.
inspiring. And bittersweet. Decades later, nothing has changed. if anything, the megalomania of politicians has spread down to even the local ruffians. The victims are the just who stand their ground.
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ReplyDeleteshort, sweet and inspiring...nice piece!!
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