Not always a new place motivates you and particularly when
you have left your mom unhappy. Every second, you feel she needs you.
“Got your hostel?” mom asked me over phone.
Oh god! I forget to bring my beddings everyday. “No, you are
not a man who forgets something but you are tired each day,” My heart said.
“Yes mom,” I lied.
“Be regular with your meals,” she said.
A few years back she used to remind me to be regular with my
studies. She is mom; she knows what you are not regular with. She got me a
smile.
“Eyes”, they are good to look at but not in the books. I
preferred to take a break from the images , lens, retina and all.
The Alchemist- the novel I wanted to read many days back.
“The boy’s name is Santiago.” I started turning the pages.
Sheeps are so innocent and so is Santiago.
“I want you to go kilometers away and become a renowned eye
surgeon,” mom said when my result was declared. “You need to keep your father’s
name alive.”
I know she is still in shock following father’s untimely
demise. She needs me now. And so was in case of Santiago’s father. He needed
him. But you know all is destiny, the omens. It’s Monday. Madam
takes class.
“Where is your torch?” she asked me.
“Ma’am it’s in the bag.”
“Does it need some rest?” she raised her left eyebrow. “You
keep it in your pocket always.”
Who would tell her that any light in the desert would invite
tribals who are in war. Santiago really needs treasure? Or the destiny? My
sister asked me to be a pediatrician and not an eye surgeon. They don’t earn
much fortune. But I know, this was the only option left to choose from, to be
an eye surgeon. May be she doesn’t know destiny. Destiny is not money or
treasure. It is being a part of something you were supposed to be a part of. It’s
all maktub.
“Hello, why are you wasting your time reading nonsense?” a
friend yelled at me. “Ma’am is going to shout at us. See her in the cabin.”
Oh god! Not again.
“Hey boy, believe in you,” I said to myself and remembered
the words the camel driver said, “To die tomorrow was no worse than dying any
other day.”
“It’s a month now, can you use your ophthalmoscope?” ma’am
asked us.
Everyone stood silent. It’s an omen. A storm is on its way.
She signaled me with her eyes to break my silence.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied. “What I can seeinside is circular
yellow field like that of a desert.”
“Yes, this is your world now,” she said. “Know that well.”
I won’t get a single patient at my place, I need to settle
down in the capital. And this thought tensed me a bit. Uncertainty prevailed in
my heart.
Santiago was lucky to be able to cross the desert. He was
lucky to meet his destiny. He was lucky enough to meet Fatima-the woman of the
desert.
“You have your girl too,” said my heart.
Yeah, but the daughter of the merchant?
“Oh no! Not now. She is your past,” my heart politely told
me.
“It’s an omen,” I said to myself having got my answer. “She
was an omen.” Santiago got his treasure and returned to Fatima. Why I can’t?
Why can’t I settle down in my small town?
“Even the alchemist continued to live in the desert even
though he understood the language of the world, and know how to transform lead
into gold.” I answered myself,“Your destiny is not becoming rich and getting
the treasure but it’s knowing the language of the world.”