My First Sight of dream was involuntairly succession ............................................
Fog all over the place, sound of the birds chirpping, trees shaking with happiness, cows lowing and from far the cycle chain sound where a boy comes to deliver newspaper at every door stops in our village.
This is the morning happenings in my village ... oh nice, such a divine feeling, when I visualise these all scenarios in my dream, a banging sound of alarm from my phone got me awake from my dream of my native village which I never want to stop from dreaming because this makes me happy - my home -my family-my native. My Last Sight of dream which I never wants to end.
When I popped up my sleepy eyes, I realized it was a dream and can't never return back to it physcially and here I was in Bahrain where its been 2 years tireless working for a company.
With all hope I dressed up and made a bread toast with egg and then ran for work hoping to reach on time.
Its a five minuite walk from my room towards my company ,on the way the First Sight I see was this appealing new building which was inaugrauted 2 weeks back and on the right side of the building pillar , there was always this cute short lean boy around 12 years old and he has a burned scare on this right cheek ,dressed up in school uniform with his ID card hanging to his neck ,this boy used to smile at me whenever I pass by the road.
Same as always my morning arouse repeatedly like usual , I will be still dreaming about my native and this nosiy awakaward alarm sound will break me from my endless dreams and then the rush starts for preparing to go for work.
While walking speedly on the road targeting to reach my company on time but suddenly I gazed at the spot where this school boy used to smile at me , I was amused to see he is not there in that spot where he used to be standing with his blossom smile ,sometimes I used to think he is like a happy statue providing me a happy positive vibe by showing his morning Foremost sight smile .
I quickly stoped my swift moving legs and stretch my neck to look whether this boy is hiding as a act of pranking me or did he become late for school.
I moved forward step by step towards the boy's standing spot and I could see the anxiety in my pale face wanting to see his golden smile.
There was lots of big and small sized car parked to the spot and was diffciult to find him. I bended down to check below the ground level, at that moment behind a white Suv , I saw a wrinkled blue color school uniform socks legs lying on the parking ground.
With shiver I ran and saw this boy lying on the floor without movement with panick I tapped him on this haed and shaked his cold hands but no luck- no repsonse.
With dismayed I looked around for help,and even thought of calling the ambulance ,all of a sudden I saw far aside in the building entrance door hanged a plastic board written- the building security number .With expectation I phoned the security number and reported in a rush what happened to the boy, therafer I percieve behind my ears a rushing slippers sound and there he come with a dusty uniform the watch man running towards me and saw the boy on the floor motionless.
He took his creaky keypad phone and dialed for ambulanc assistance and in the meantime I tried every techniques to make the boy concious ,intially I started pouring water spills from my water bootle and time ticks away.... next everything happened was very fast -the heavy sounded siren ambulance arrived and took the boy straped in a stretcher to the rear seat and that was the last sight of the unconsciously boy.
People gathered ,many unknow faces came and asked about the incident. I felt very downheared and prayed only that the boy should survive.
Pondering on my watch, I noticed the time was half past the hour and I am already late with momentum I sprint to my work place, but all in my mind was that smiling face of the boy stood by.
Next day the morning was young & normal ,same as usual ,I dressed up and walked on road ,waited to see in the spot the smiling boy but unfortunatly the spot was empty and couldnt find the boy , I was bleaking with negative thoughts like did he died or was he admited in the hospital ICU ,my inner sight starting to go crazy thinking about the wild things happenning to that boy.
Then I thought about the security and thought of calling him and I took out the number I phoned him yesterday on that fateful morning.The security spoke unpleasantly informing me " the boy left to his native country in India for further treatment as instructed by the hospital's chief doctor, where he is diagnosed with tongue cancer thats why he suddenly fainted ".
With almight I couldnt process this bad sight news of the boy and thought - life is twisty-never cant imagine what will happened to us the next minute - all in god's mercy.
Days went by,still no news about the boy and I got busy in my life and every night my dream about my native grew even bigger .
1 year later....
The fly flew pass by nose causing irritation in my nose and I was waving my hands like a tennis bat to chase off the fly which has gathered in my hot samoosa ,which I was having from the famous Sultan tea stall and opposite to this tea stall is the Manama station situated ,busy with bus coming and going and people all rushing to take the right bus to reach their destination.
The area was overcrowded, people eating samoosa and rushing to catch their bus ,even I had to take bus A2 which is heading to Seef Area where I will be attending an interview in one of the country's leading company and the salary along with their benefit package was huge and if I could crack this interview it will be a life saver for my career.
As I was chewing the hot samoosa with a slow pace and nervously thinking about whether I will suceed this prominent inteview and suddenly my eyes sight stucked to bus no A2 from a distance and that bus is going to leave the station and from far I can see the driver starting the engine and people or running to grab the seat and this is the bus which takes me to my interview destination.
Fastly I chewed the samoosa and was racing towards my last sight of the moving bus .
Thud sound ...Thud sound ...Raucous sound ...People screaming sound .... wwwwaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh siren ambulance sound..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Fast approching footsteps .........sound of beep machine .......................sound of people talking.... these all I could sense in my ear as I slowly tried to open my eyes briskly .
I could hear a faded voice coming closer and saying " how you feeling now ", I tried to open my eyes hardly ,but was misty but I could see the hospital machine and a green dress wearing person standing next to me. To my astonised I begain to relaize that I was in the ICU ward .All of a sudden I was rigidly scared and all I remenber was rushing to board the bus & the hot samoosa .. oh my god -my interview ? .. didnt I attend ? ... my career?....all these words came digging my mind.
The nurse smiled and told just relax you are in safe hands .After 6 hours of deep sleep due to seduction of the medicine and then again I rose up to see that same nurse with the same hospital outfit checking on my heart monitoring machine and she was writing something in a file by oberving the monitor. With all strength I made a shushing sound and she looked at me and said " you are awake son, how was your sleep" and said " you were hit by a scooter while crossing to the bus station " and assured "you are fine now just you had a deep frature in your right leg and we did instant surgery". I tried hard to look for any sign board to identify which hospital am I admited, to my suprise I was at a private hospital and it was one of the best advanced & expensive hospital in Bahrain ,with tension I was assuming how much will be the bill after discharge ... and the question arised in my mind how will I pay this all medical bills?
1 week passed by all I could hear was the driping sound coming from the hospital IV bag and my mind sight was longing for some peace after post-surgery fatigue and worried about the humangeous hospital bill which will appear soon after my discharge.
The next morning a male bald headed with specs -wearing white coat doctor arrived in my room and checked my operative health report and with a big smile told me you are fit for discharge and also advised me to "take rest for another 3 weeks" and those doctors words was my sight of relief .
Instantaneously the hospital discharge was fast and the nurse approach my room with lots of papers very long and thick ,my heart starts notifying seeing the paper size and thinking the bill amount.
The Nurse raised her arms to me holding the big fat long hospital discharge bill, with nervous I look over and my heart stood frozen for a nanosecond.The bill amount was BD 1500/- which is clear that I am not in a position to pay and I was some instance of a sad sight . By no means I have health insurance in Bahrain neither I cant ask loan from my comapny nor frinds as I already borrowed loan amount for my house construction in India.
My eyes rainstorm with tears and was full blanked out "who to call for help & how to settle this huge discharge amount - shame and irate filled with my own squint angry sight expression.
Incapable I requested out to the nurse about the situation I am facing with the Hospital bills and made sure no one else heared my out cry coming from my inner sight.
After hearing my problems calmly like High Court Judge and she smiled and said " dont worry ,I will take you in wheel chair to the Hospital's MD room and you may ask for any relaxation time for the payment "
Clueless I nodded to the nurse
10 minuties later
The digital screen moving upwards from 1st floor to 8 th floor inside the elevator. My forehead was sweating while sitting in the wheel chair as if I look like a prisoner escorting to a prison cell and instead of guards to my left was the nurse and my right the wheel chair attender fitting in this closed conjusted elevator.
On the 8th floor it was merely silent and on the side was two ladies with suit uniform and headphone on their heads talking to the clients and on the center was a golden frame door with a board title written " Managing Director " The wheel chair carrying me was moving forward towrds the golden door. The nurse pushed the door gently besides I saw a big wooden table with lots of antiques placed and on top was a big shining clock ,there was this gentleman with cleaned shaved face and sparkling blue eyes.The nurse and the attender smiled and greeted the MD and they dispersed the room.
To avoid the awakaward silence ,I myself started to utter "Siir" ,straightaway from behind a chasing footsteps approached towards us and I saw a cute boy jumping to the lap of the MD and the boy with loud energy calling him "papa" then the boy just turned his head and gazed at my face and our both eyes was juggling along with eyebrows raised and while I saw in the boys right cheek the burned scare and undertood he was the boy who was taken to hospital almost 2 years ,this moment was our ever & everlasting sight of us after a long time.
The boy with joy said " Papa this is the person who helped me on that fateful morning" instantaneously the Md stood up and with his open arms he approached my wheel chair and he hugged me so hard and said " thank you very much ,thank you.. "
3 months behind time - the morning fog covered over the sky as I am listening to a pop song and running on the pedestrian pathway ,while running there and then when I look down on my new nike running shoes and my legs which is now strong after the surgury and after running today I have to reach my room ealry as today is my new job joining day with immense delight I got a job in a well esteemed establishment with good salary package and benefits additionally they will provide visit visa for my family to visit here.
The digital screen moving upwards from 1st floor to 8 th floor as I am dressed up neatly and grabing my document files to join for my new job . The elevator stopped and opened . I walked passed the reception and entered the golden framed door with the sign on the front " Managing Director" and there he was the boy's father and also my new MD.
First Sight ..............Last Sight of our lives (Birth ....Death) in between lots of stages- Pain or worst but always believe in the end there will be a new beginning.
The END ...XXXXXXX... THE NEW BEGINNING....
