A Hard Working Boy

476 nEPAL 2011In a small village of Nepal, there lived a handicapped boy. The boy had no parents to look after him. He was living with his uncle and aunt, even though his aunt was a bit hard on him. His school mates were not nice to him, they hated him, because he was handicapped. The other children complained about the boy, because they were afraid, that ‚his disease‘ might be catching. Because of his class mates‘ behavior the little boy didn’t want to study in school any more.

Days passed by, the school exams were coming loser. The handicapped boy started to think by himself, that he shouldn’t worry so much about what others were saying, but that he should rather concentrate on his studies. He began to work hard. Soon he became known in his class as a hard working boy.

The day of the exam arrived. For the little boy it turned out to be an easy one, he could answer all the questions. Those who used to tease him started to ask him for help during the exam. The clever little boy felt mercy on them, and when the teacher who was invigilating the test had to leave the classroom for a moment, he helped his friends. Everyone did very well in the exam.

It was the day to announce the results. The principal spoke to the clever little boy who was handicapped: “Congratulations, Hari, you are top of the class, and all other pupils have also done very well.“ Everyone started to congratulate Hari. He was granted a prize, so he was really very happy. As he came to the front of the class, his friends promised not to tease and hate him ever again. From that day on they started to play together. Hari was performing very well in his life, made a name for himself and became famous.

One day Hari reached grade 10. It was the day when scholarships would be announced in school. Hari was among the winners and got the opportunity to study at a very good college in the city. So he moved there. At the beginning other people in the town also started to tease him, because they did not believe that such a handicapped boy could compete with others. But because he was a man of patience, he did not complain about the behaviour of his fellow students. He concentrated on his work. Finally he passed his doctor degree and started to work in the hospital. Those patients who were looked after by him were cured very soon. Then Hari started to think about making some money and to open a clinic in the village to help poor people.

The next five years passed very quickly, he opened his own clinic in the village and started to look after poor patients. He was treating people who had no money for free. One day, he decided to marry a poor and good lady from the village. He went to his uncle to ask him to arrange the marriage. The girl’s family welcomed him. But the people started to talk: “They don’t really want him to marry their daughter, because they are poor and won’t be able to give him a dowry.” But Hari replied: “I didn’t come to marry your property, I don’t need any money from you. All I want is to marry your daughter, because she is a good girl.” They got married.

One day they met a rich man. He started shouting and swearing at Hari:
Why did you marry such a dirty poor woman? She does not belong to any caste and therefore as a member of the lowest caste is not allowed in the kitchen. Why don’t you marry my daughter? You can take your ‘wife’ back to her parents.” Hari gave his answer: “Even though we are from different backgrounds we love each other and we will stay together. You rich people started to hate the poor and it is the poor people’s blood you are fed on. You rich people don’t have a good heart. It is better to be poor and kind hearted. So, you go now back to your business and your usual ways.”

The villagers came to know about the incident and people gathered at Hari’s home. Then all of the people started to thank him in one voice: “Hari, thank you very much, you showed us the right way, thank you very much. From today any talk about rich and poor, upper and lower caste will be abandoned from the village.” All people living in the village agreed to this and started to live happily.

– Aruna Subba, October 2013

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