The Sad Part Was...

It's a rare day that somebody else’s conversation in the metro is interesting enough to break me out my reverie. Eavesdropping isn’t the best pass time in the metro but some stories warrant it. Today was one of those days.

One man, talking to his friend and describing in detail how his fathers ancestral property was going to be torn in three tomorrow. His father had spent some 40 odd years growing the perfect orchards and fields for his grandchildren to come and play in. His dying wish had been to either preserve the orchards or donate them to the village. His sons have done neither. The stipulated break up of the property will divide those beautiful trees and memories between the three brothers and one sister. The man recited this with close to no emotion on his face. His features were remarkably soft and calm for somebody feeling so exasperated with his circumstances.

He sighed once and came out one sentence that described his sadness exquisitely. He said, “Aur kisi ne kuch kaha bhi nahi”. It's sad when children will not even stand against the destruction of their fathers dream. The last thing I heard him say was that he would give up his entire share to be able to look after those orchards.

The sad part was, I couldn’t even tell him to go for it.

Signing Out,
Purple Brains


Nupur said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
Nupur said...

I removed the previous post because of spelling mistakes. Which take place if you lean back too much on your chair.

Anyways, the story sounds a lot like another story which I read at school, (Yes, they *taught* us something). The name of the story was the letter and here the wife was greedy, not the brother or the mother. (There were only two siblings, both brothers).
Its a mad, bad, sad world out there.

Anty said...

Chairs need to be chastized for their role in committing the errors.

The Letter, yes I read that one as well. Emotional kitsch. I wonder why they have such stories. Reading a chapter from hitchhiker's would do us a lot more good.

Death On Two Legs said...

Wow. This is strangely touching. It's like out of an older world, where nostalgia and heritage actually count for something.

Anty said...

It seemed like it at the time. :)