Small things make great human beings
Ma was travelling to Assam, her native hometown for my uncle’s funeral and other ceremonies. She comes across a man who worked with my Grandfather, we say Koka.
*PAUSE»>This is a great moment of revelation!!«<
Koka was a person whom I only began to get fond of, that he climbed up the higher ladder and got out of reach. Ever since its like playing a game of mysteries.You keep unraveling great stories about him at different stages of encounters. Absolutely dependent on the receptive power of the mind, does one truly feel the value of unraveling at all.
Anyway, Chief Conservator Lalit Chandra Das, a.k.a LC Das Koka, is the second person that I really wish I had made better use of my time to know and cherish experiences of his life with. A forest officer who actually lived in a forest! And here we lame product designers, crave for workshops in nice forests!
Sometimes I wish I was born as a nineteen year old. I feel it was only at that age when I truly started appreciating Appreciation. Before that, I think I couldn’t even describe a movie more than that it was good, or that singing a song actually delighted people’s hearts.
Anyway, coming back to my mother travelling in Assam and finding that she is sitting across Mr U. Borgohain, who was the caretaker of ________ (need to check with ma)
As his memory served him right, he shared a few stories of how Koka was. He said he was a very senior officer who was absolutely stern and very,very strict.
One day, when Mr U. had dropped the bucket in the well while filling water and was by passing it. Koka found out and he would just not listen to any excuses. Mr U. insisted that he could just run and go buy another bucket, and Koka would pay no heed. He said “No! You will remove this bucket itself from the well. No matter what.”
Poor Mr U. remembers this day, not because he was a brave and confident man and that he had great courage within his life to already jump into a well and do as demanded, but because when he had to combat his fear and that brought out a wonderful solution.He brought the longest ladder possible and went down into the well to fetch the bucket all by himself. Koka made him a courageous man.
That day onwards as he recalled, Koka actually started talking to him more closely. A great honour, he remembers feeling. Slowly Koka had paid for his typewriting tuition and then his BA evening class degree tuition as well. Wow, I felt Koka really took responsibility of training someone to become capable, apart from his children.
Another unraveling instance was infact when Mr U. had to fill up the pot holes on the roads with small gravel over night on orders of Koka!
I wish we had such strict officers and such sincere juniors even for the roads in Mumbai. The lower back ache folks would have blessed them all wholeheartedly. Maybe a few local hospitals should get together and pay for the repair of the roads rather than treat patients for their social image if they would like to enhance even further! ;)
This story was a treat..I wish I unravel more soon!
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