What is a wallet???...some dumb dictionary says..” A pocket-size case for holding papers and paper money”... Now, how many types of paper a man can have in his wallet????...well..if you don’t consider the photographic memories of how you looked in the older days...or how your closed ones still look like, as may be u haven’t seen them since.....the answer is may be not too many, if one takes those stuck to the credit and debit cards aside...Firstly the ones concerned with the information...the names, IDs, professional informations.. all with one incentive, that when either of them, the wallet or the one carrying it is beyond recognition, atleast it can be ascribed to something somewhere.....now what do you call, the Rupees, the valuable ones having a number on it and having more of the posh look as the numerical values inscribed on them goes up in a manner of direct proportionality...Some Bank and ATM slips, the thinner ones showing on your face what u r finitely worth at the moment and in a temporal manner whether ur up the ladder or ur down some snake’s gut....Visiting cards, the destinations you once instinctively thought that you might pay a visit once more but never bothered since, or some addresses that you still nurture the hope that you will make it one day....Some Warranties, that u didn’t actually localise when the thing in possession was lost forever...Some portraits of superpower s that you didn’t have to rely upon unless u got urself in a situation worth paying a last minute prayer...and finally...Some rubble...some shreds of wearing out pieces of paper...some u didn’t have any whatsoever purpose to keep it there...and some....which dares to show you the whole purpose....of you being there, where you are!!!!!....What????? now don’t tell me you are telling about some letter in this age of touch pad communication!!!....but as you are opening its folds with care and as the surety is evident in your eyes... that its really... a letter...may i read it on......
Dearest son,
Hope the letter finds you in good shape.. convey our regards for the elders taking care of you and blessings for everyone else..
“Skandham na baadhate raajan, taba baadhati baadhate”....i hope you are well versed with the connotations of the above Sanskrit verse. Once a king out of his curiosity asked his pundit to bear on his shoulders the palanquin carrying the king. On the way, the king asked...”kim skandham baadhati????”. To this the pundit replied as stated above. He was not hurt by the shoulder but was rather pained by the wrong usage made by the king. Similarly you...have pained us. I am not sore about your score in studies but am slain by the vain efforts of yours to hide the fear and a lack of courage. You are not able to discuss your problems with me or your mother, the best ever friends of yours, and sort out some solutions and instead you are bent upon harming yourself...
“ My son will not be an engineer, a doctor, or an officer of high profile, but will be a Man, an embodiement of courage, an ace performer in his own way and whatever he is and will be. He will find himself soothed by the showers of eternal fountain of love of his parents..”. you can take the above statement for an affidavit. And i wish, you swear indomitable chivalry which will leave an indelible impression in the minds of those who matter in your life. Come out of the vicious cycle in a tangent and move ahead. We are always there to help you come triumphant. Let us share your problems, speak up child.. . with a lot of hope, I remain, With lots of love and blessings...exclusive...unlimited...
affectionately yours...
...father..
...okay, finished and did i exhale?????....and may be, now i wonder, how to fold it and keep it back there!!!!!...Without saying..and Without asking the author the blessings for , as for somewhere inside me...it says that...if i could be a semblance, and im not even talking about resemblance...of the man that you are....i think....i will have such a son..who has all the chances of smsing me from his mother’s womb that he is coming or even sending me a friend request on my facebook account or doing something yet unforeseen, ha ha....but still....i feel, whom i will write to on a such a paper someday....and i will give him.... such a wallet too....
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