A Boulevard of Broken Heart

From the bus stop I manage to reach home within 5 min. That for a normal pacer takes around 15min. Today, it took 35 min for me….WHY?

As I was passing by down the lane…I could hear a conversation of a father with his son.

Well, I used to spend a few minutes walking along with my dad and discuss some worldly things/ state of affairs almost every day till my XII std. So, is my natural interest in what that 58 yr old man is speaking to a 8 to 10 yr old boy.

“orai Kishna iyyala ee golilu yesuko. Rethri nayanamma,... eti..12 gantalki leputadhi appuduu yindulo unna gulabi rangu goleelu yesukovali…sarenaa….inka nayanamma ki septa …eti sarena…

Allage…ayyya nuvvu yeppudu othhavu(he is calling ayya but both looked like thatha and manavadu)

Othha leraa…antavaraku maana kunda ee golile yesukovaley…sarenaa…eti…

Sareee…

Iyyala pani sethhe ee mandulu konagalgina kadaa....

neeku inka nayanamma ki malli konale ….anduke repu ooru eltannara….akkada yittanalu jallithe dabbu ithharanta…alage..kodigga kuli pani kuda vuntadani gopi gadu cheppadu.

Kasta dabbu  sesukoni asta ra….

Ayyya…ee golilu yeskunte taggutada….nenu school ki povachha…

Repu ellevu ellaku roi….taggaka yeldu…

Ayya toraga achheyi….

Alage ra…ninnu inti kaada dimpi bus ekki ooru poinaka…ponu chetta le….nayanamma nni susuko….nenu ooru vella ani seppaka….pani ki yelladu ayya ani seppu…musaldi badha paduddi….eti sarena…

Ayya allage…nenu school ki potanayya…

Tagginaka yeldu lera….aada mastaremma….dabbulu gurinchi adigithe….ayya osatdu ani seppu…eti sarenaa…

Allage ayya….toraga ottavu ga….”

Oh my God! I don’t want to hear anymore their conversation. I straight away interrupted and asked him….

“babu mee peru enti….”

“ramanayya …yendukamma”…

“ramanayya….em ledu…nuvvu matladedi vinna.chala kashtallo vunnatu vunnavu… Ekkkada mee illu….”

“avunamma…rekka aadithe gaani dokka aadani parithithamma naadi”

“maa yillu chana dooram lemma…..inka lopadiki….ikkada aasupatri savaka vuntadi ani gopigadu seppedu ….andukani eediki susthi sesthe tolkochhina….”

“avuna…nuvvu ye ooru veltunnavu vithanalu jalladaniki?”

“silukru potanu…aada nunchi Gopi gadu othadu….teliyadamma” 

“akkada pani cheste niku enta dabbu istaru…”

“teliyadamma...aa gopigadu baaney ittaru ra…nee mandula ki aati ki vattadi le ante potanna…roju  ki 100 ittaremo ani Gopi gadu annadu.”

It really hurts me. I pulled out some money from my bag to help that man. As I could find the zeal in Krishna’s (his son “Kishna’s”) words to go to school the next day inspite of his fever…seems kind of typhoid.

“sare…mari …ee rendu vandalu  vunchu ippatiki…”

“yenduku thalli…manchi daanivi…addamma”

“ye enduku ramanayya…”

“naku oorike addamma…dabbulu…pani sesukoni techhukunta….

Ye papam sethhe ila vundo naa bathuku…oorike addamma….”

“ippudunna daaniki…nenu inta kanna saayam cheyyalenu…pani ippinchalenu…”

“ayyo…manchi daanivi thalli…addamma…nenu potha…dannalu”

He has taken left turn….I‘ve taken my straight path say a “Boulevard of Broken Heart”!!

Be it self-respect/self-discipline/self-esteem….I have no words to describe….he has reminded me the scenes I watch as my favorites in good old telugu (ANRs/NTRs) movies.

But, I don’t know….situation comes like this…in my real life…I have never given thought to charities such kind of. But I do have an impression that India has only a few drops of donations(monetary) in a bowl of needs(monetary).

Now, given a thought India needs donations(oppurtunities) for those poor people to survive their living with the same self-respect as we all are doing ours…

Yes, there is no great help than showing an opportunity to such kind of people who live on one line of life “rekka aadithe gaani dokka aadadu” !!.....

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
I know where it goes
But not today as my pace(peace) is gone...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Heart....