At present I am one of the law abiding
productive citizen of the GNH country with sound health shouldering a
responsibility of Civil Servant. But time has its own stories to be told.
Following is one of the hard times I had to experience during my boyhood as a
price to the infidelity in relationship of my parents.
I was only the child in our small family. Mom and dad really loved me, and being
a small family we were happy in terms of every matter. The time went on and
everything was running smoothly with its own pace. At the age of six I got
admission to a school where my parents used to drop and pick me from the gate
of my gigantic school. I hardly notice how good times went on.
When
I was eleven years old, dad surprised us by having an extra marital affair with
a young lady which brought chaos in our family. Out of frustration, my mom
started gambling to keep herself engaged to avoid ill treatment by dad. Though
I was very young to understand the situation I remember them quarreling and
fighting almost every night which really disturbed me both mentally and
physically. The love and care which I had before from them were hardly
available now nor there was any one to drop and pick me from the school unlike
other kids, whose parents keep on waiting for their kids near by a school gate
with grinning face.
With
the passage of time their terms deteriorated and I was deprived of all those
parental care I owe to receive. Conflict of my parents became their daily
ritual. I could not concentrate on studies nor found any solution to avoid this
situation. At last somewhere at the age of 12 although I was aware of impact of
substances abuse, I took a solace on drugs to get rid of mental disturbance
from a daily conflict. But I never thought that a day will come where I can’t
stay without it. By the time my parents realised about their only child on to
drugs, it was too late for them to say sorry as I was on drugs for almost past five
year and got addicted to it. I took drugs as an essential part of my life and
was totally dependent on it for peace, companionship, happiness and so on so
forth, until I found myself in an ICU (intensive care unit) room lying on a bed
surrounded by white masked people besides my parents too. For a moment I could
not figure out why my parent’s cheeks were drenched with rolling tears until a
man on white coat nearby my mom uttered “we are sorry madam, your son is in
critical condition because of overdose”. Then and there my parents came near me
and hold my cold tiny hands tight in their warm palm and said “we are really
sorry for not giving you a proper parental care …..” It went on for a moment
and a last word I could utter was “I ‘m sorry mom and dad for giving you such a
trouble...” then my body started to become colder and numb with a pale skin
giving unbearable pain.
