Arosha - A Ray Of Light

He asks me “ How is he ? is he good … or naughty ? ” But … I cant give an answer , for moments I stay silent. What can I say ,How can I explain him years of experience in just seconds ? He is his brother ,he knows him a lot better than me, yet ,I will tell yoU what I know about him ,what he means to me – although pages might not be enough – in a very feeble attempt.

In my sixth year he came with me to the very same place to meet our mother and ironically he was there with me at the very same place to depart from our beloved mother, but I never thought it would happen hence the 7th year itself had departed us. I can use many beautiful words and soothing phrases to explain him , But I am not ready to Do it hear and dishonour everything that has happened. You know that there are good people in the world , there may be people better than him - I know. But what he did to me – no one else did – no one good or bad.

He is just a normal guy who eats when he is hungry , smiles when he is happy and cries when he is sad – just like us. But I saw something special in him , something very rare and something strange but good. He was a “good man” ........... I don’t know how you would understand this, but he is. I can tell you some of the good things that I saw in him , but I’m sure that there’s a lot that I did not see. He was honest ,and a man of his word. He did not promise what he could not do and did what he promised. He was cheerful and friendly – to everyone big or small – something that you would not expect from somebody of that kind. He was decent and knew how to behave like a gentleman – thugs were not among his friends but they also did not offend him , only the so called good people – and was clean neat and tidy. He was innocent, and was always there at the right place at the right time – not the wrong. So and So I can keep telling you , but Above all he was not Proud or rude and I rarely saw that from ones in his clan. That's enough..

By the time I was to face my 10th year I was becoming a monster. Year nine had made me one ,and the Ten also had to suffer from its consequences. At a time where I was even unsure to reach year Eleven I saw him again, Accidentally , Ironically – Fortunately. I was on a wrong path going towards destruction , but this ray of light showed me a way. I was bad – I admit , but I thought to myself amazed at This character. He was the class first , but he was so humble and so friendly – even the 10th was not ! The wrath I had towards this society , this level ,I drew back for him.

I was half destroyed by then, But I thought to my self, took a decision and started to rebuild my life looking at this strange person. He was silent most of the times, but there were thousand words unspoken in his every action for me to learn.

I had no role model in my life - no one famous or prestigious – but he was for me , a role model , the role model. I even

re learned to write english letters from him. Even today I write letters like him , not so alike , but neat and clean. Victory was obvious for me in Eleven ,  under this great shadow.

Life is odd, it gives you many chances. It gave me a second chance in the year 12 .This time I was quite close to him .     I may have been just a friend to him , but for me he was the light to follow , master to obey .This time he did not became the first , but the second. But soon I understood that he was safe there from much trouble of being first. He deserved to be himself – silent but significant. I wanted to be vegetarian but he showed me that it was not the case .I wanted to be a book addict but he showed me that is was not the case,He showed me that life is not about strict policies but doing the right thing at the correct time.

 After the advancement he came to the wood-city. I never thought I could go there too , I hoped but I was no match to be with him in his level, I know I do not deserve that , after all .But the destiny again brought me to wood-city to watch him from far and observe - my role model.

Once more I met him by chance and got to visit his home, but for a funeral. For the first time ever. I met his parents ,humble they were too , although how much rich they were- rare. His brother asked me that question. But now I think you all know the answer. Enjoying their hospitality , lying on his own bed – he himself sleeping in a sofa ! I caught my eye on a little writing on the Wall of his room. Perhaps , it is what made him such a worthy man … from his childhood.

PS:  You may find this fellow someday at Goda , humbly taking his home made lunch, slowly and innocently.
But I'm sure he will light a thousand more lives like mine - but not slowly or secretly. I wrote this for the fact that I am forever indebted for what he did to me , and what I am today....