The Poor And Helpless Eklavya

"Pappa! Pappa! You know nowadays our online classes are going on. Most of the students of our school are attending their classes because of the availability of smart mobile sets at home. But we don't have any mobile phones in our house. I cannot attend a single class without it. Please bring an updated mobile set for me soon so that I would be able to continue my classes too." This tearful emotional request of his son went on ringing into Sarada's ear at every moment.

Sarada alias Sarada Prasanna Dash. A daily wager by his profession. Each and every person is aware of how much sorrows and griefs have been suffered by us during the crucial period of this pandemic Corona. What not experienced in the peak timings of Corona! He has been unable to join in his job due to the strict rules and regulations of repeated lockdowns and shutdowns. Also, almost all his savings are about to finish. This year how much money he had expenditures on the crop fields which were completely vacant last year, most of those crops also washed away because of untimely low-pressure. The fellow who is struggling for daily bread and butter for his family in the coming days, how he would be able to afford for purchasing a good version smart mobile!!!

A few drops of tears rolled down his face unknowingly by thinking about all these problems. All of a sudden, goose-bumps sprang up all over his body getting a warm touch of someone's hand. He became aware that his son is wiping out the tears from his eyes. He hugged him tightly. Then his son started telling after keeping his head on his father's shoulder, "Pappa, Why are you crying? Are you so much worried about me? I do not need any mobile phones. 

When I was returning back to our home holding some groceries today, it came to my sudden notice on thrown away a lot of written papers in front of Sohan Babu's Residence. I looked into these papers. So many books and newspapers were there. His son's old books of the sixth class, torn biographies of some great persons, some general knowledge books, and a number of books of moral values were my point of attraction. I have already brought those thrown away books with me which I felt as very useful. 

I have taken the decision to carry on my incomplete studies with my own efforts. I must work hard vigorously. I would go to my school teachers' homes and take their help wherever I'll feel unexplained. I hope my teachers would never refuse me. We all have read or listened to the great Mythological Story of 'The Mahabharat'. Don't you know, Pappa? Eklavya had taken his teachings on archery from Guru Dronacharya in spite of staying at a far place from his Guru. Also, he had become a skilled archer".

Sarada could not control his emotions anymore after listening to these mature talks of his eleven-year-old son. Now his mind was reeling at the question about the present and future situations of so many poor and helpless Eklavyas as his son.