Here Are The Very Painful Story Of Prabhat Rana. He has suffered many difficulties in childhood.
As a kid, I never experienced what a father’s love felt like. I lost him when I was at a tender age of just 2 and a half yrs. old. Without him, I felt that I was being more exposed to this brutal world, more vulnerable to the insensitive behaviour of people. I was living a very intimidated childhood. And these resulted in a low confident stammering teenage boy. I was targeted as a good object for the bullies at school.
I had lost my father:
“They said I am a bad influence for their kid and abandoned me because I had lost my father”.On The other hand, my mother being the only breadwinner of the family, her earnings still does not suffice to pay the rent they were charging. No, they were neither my landlords nor the hostel wardens. They were my very own blood relatives. They were my uncle and aunt!
They used to use for their ”ENTERTAINMENT”:
They always had somebody they can use for their “entertainment”.I really don’t understand what pleasure people find while bullying or threatening someone? Does an intimidated soul look funny to people? If someone thinks that a startled child is good enough to laugh upon then maybe that person should spend just one day in that kid’s shoes, facing all the bullies. Maybe then, one can feel the embarrassment of stammering!
Apart from the daily disheartening story at school, my Maa and Didi were the only support I was left with at home. My Maa wanted me to procure a quality education. Delhi being the capital of India and the city of dreams seemed a nice place for my education. She merely earns ₹ 2500/ and with all the expenses at home, it seemed next to impossible to fulfill her dreams of giving me a quality education.
Delhi seemed like a different world to me, where teenagers spent thousands of rupees on pizza. For us, something as basic as education it was hard to afford.
“कहनें कि बात नहीं, पर गरीबों के लिए सपनें सच में बहुत महंगे हैं”.
We were too poor to afford an accommodation and to bear the hostel rent, so my Maa urged my uncle to keep me with him in Delhi. But, she was shocked when he asked for ₹ 32000/ a year as the rent. Although he was aware of our financial condition still he shamelessly asked for an amount which we couldn’t afford. She was saddened by his act but did not give up. She started saving whatever she could and after two long years, she had the money to pay my uncle.
When I came here I was admitted into a government school. There were no desks, we sat on rugs without a fan, the barely cleaned toilets smelled, but I had no choice but to use that same smelly toilet. There were teachers who just came to sleep in the classrooms. I was ok with all the inconveniences at the thought that at least through this I was receiving an education.
But I often thought! What will this country get out of such educational set up where literate unemployable youths are produced? Do you really think this kind of education can make someone’s life? And just because someone cannot afford private schools he or she doesn’t have a right to receive a quality education?
I was okay with myself because I was ready to work hard…
I was disheartened to see people with no aim, and without any purpose in life, completely doomed into existential crisis!In between all these thoughts I was working hard in my 10th standard. I scored well in the mid-term examinations, expectations were high as I was a good student. I also had to help my aunt in the household work. Therefore I increased my hours of studying and slept only 4 hours in a day. I walked up to school every day with swollen eyes and without my lunch. My aunt was not ready to cook for me early in the morning. People often asked if I was hungry, or why didn’t I have my lunch? I never had any answer to their questions.
All of these struggles meant nothing in front of my mother’s dreams. I just wanted to live up to her expectations at any cost. I was working hard, not ready to quit. But, I felt a pricking pain when my uncle told me I could not stay with them any longer. He charged ₹ 32000/ and it was a huge amount my mother saved for two long years.
I felt helpless:
My mother felt like she was being betrayed, she tried negotiating but my uncle refused to listen. I had no clue about how I was going to complete my 10th standard. I requested my friends if I could stay at their home for few months but most of them refused. And the ones who agreed asked for the amount which I could not afford.
I felt helpless and was ready with my bags all packed to leave the city. But before leaving, I decided to meet my primary teacher, Ms. Shikha. Earlier she had asked about how I was doing, and I narrated my story to her. Without having a second thought, she asked me to come home with my luggage. I went to her house and she told me that I can stay with her family, for the rest of my schooling.
Family is supposed to be my safe haven
I asked her the amount I needed to pay to stay here at her place. She just smiled, and said just study hard that’s all!
I became zone topper!
I was numb and I had tears rolling down my cheeks, I couldn’t utter a word. I just touched her feet and hugged her tightly. At this point of time, I realize that humanity was still alive and it still persists for those who have faith.
With her help and motivation, I scored 96% in my 10th standard, I was the zone topper!
The relatives who were not ready to share their shelter with me and who thought I was a bad influence on their kids now quote me as an example. Their behaviour now seems ironical to me, but I helped my cousins with their studies. I never refused them for anything because I do not want them to feel the same way like I did.
Though I was let down by a lot of people, I never changed myself. I know “Time changes, and people change along with it, it is you who should not”.
It is quite amusing for me to find a family “beyond blood relation, “Blood made them related, but loyalty made her my family”. Shikha ma’am was not only a teacher to me, she was my family. And, now I am a part of her family!
In short, “Never lose determination because determination will make you do wonders”. If one helping hand withdraws, another will reach out to you for sure.