THE THRIFT

Drops of the beautiful shower were fading away into the starlet of the heaven.The sky appeared as if it has removed itself of all light.The black was the new beauty.The horror of the night was no longer haunting.That day marked a beautiful change in me.The birthdate of great men-the 2nd of October,2014.Thursday it was.The weather had been rough through the day.There was just a whiff of rain.I was driving my newly bought bike and was running late for my home at midnight.It was 12:30 AM.That day was one of a kind.
             I had always been a man of trial and errors .The word discipline even thought twice before getting out of my counterparts' mouths for me.But I had a pretty much of luck and ingenuity that had carried me all the way to my new job after graduation.It was all excitement about the news,scandals and mysteries that drove me into journalism.A journalist is not somebody who reports to you about the news and facts but is actually the critic of every odd and even of this society.
Criticism suited me and so did this profession.The middle class bachelor life with parents was well off.A sense of satisfaction was their about the materialistic regime but that was not the case with conscience.I was always a good deal distressed with my behaviour and lack of punctuality.I lacked patience.l had such a long list of worries that my aim towards perfection was always hindered by these thoughts.

I would not say I'm perfect now but I have accepted the imperfect.I have managed to find the solution to each of my problems.I have got a taste of what satisfaction is from the incidents that day.It is rightly said that even if we hear revolutionary lectures daily from a near one but only find it's meaning with the other one around.

So the bike was now at the lane which was to open at the main thoroughfare.The office was at the corner which I left 3 minutes ago at 50 km per hour.There was a big barren land Infront of our office.It looked so as if it was untouched by anything that the nature holds.So dense with grasses about my height and sounds of the crawlers and the walkers that it brought the nightmare back into life.
This nightmare reminded me of repair work that halted my visit to the office earlier that evening.The electric pole was at ruins.The pole was near a tea shop so I didn't found any difficulty in enjoying a tea while watching the electric workers try the so called "Indian Jugads"- genius yet temporary method of solving problems.The service truck was out of town so they used a thick rope to erect the pole tieing it to another pole of miserable condition.They left circulating a warning.
I was just metres away from the site now.Before I could think of anything else I heard an animal approaching my bike from the front.A dog.The barks were the signs.Just then a large sonic boom broke my attention from him.The miserable pole fell along the lane on the tea shop.I saw the pole tied to it trembling.I couldn't think of anything except that of the poles falling on me.The leaning pole was driving me into hysterics.
   I shouted,"Stop it!You fool!"to the dog who was now somewhat behind me barking and stalking.I was forced to drive out fast in the fear of injections that are given for dog bites.He ran,following my bike over a distance of fifty meters and again was the boom sound heard.There was a lighting too.This time as my eyes were on the pole I saw it till the end of the fall.It had fell on the dog's tail.He was shrieking.

I felt a sharp wind pass me twice or thrice.I realised that if I had stayed there I would have been in more of a stable state.My anguish didn't gave any space for mercy towards him.
Soon it started raining again and people were out ringing the workers,shouting for others and no body took notice of that poor dog.His eyes still were alive but he was lying dead.As if he was fed up with efforts desiring for death as a consequence of some harshness.Betrayal perhaps.

Just then again strong winds passed shaking the large banyan tree above me.This took me some minutes back into time.
I saw the dog barking and the pole inclined in such a manner to fall at the place I was,before being driven by the dog.I saw it fall down and down while driving and just then I saw it come into life.It roared like a lion of the jungle and with the sound of lightning and turned it's face towards my path as to punish me for my sins.Running with the flow of wind it had fell on the dog's tail.

When I opened my eyes after this I saw a creature who was compassionate,helpful and loyal.His irritating efforts were now life saving drills.His noisy barks were now warnings .He was still there under the pole making no efforts to thrive.
I ran fast towards him trying to raise the monstrous pole with my hands and soon I was able to pull him out.But that was nothing of a glory as I had ignored the hands that joined me in this rescue.I was just hugging him and my watery eyes were washed away with the rains.His slow moans appeared as cries of a new born baby in his father's hands.The thrift was marvelous.I thanked the helpful individuals and started the bike.
The rain was again dieing away while me and my new companion drove off towards a new life ahead.

( what the thrift  taught me can't be seen until the day was over.So here is a series where I unfold the incidents of a day that taught me lessons of life.Hope you would like it.Lessons from the thrift are coming your way.Keep visiting)