Dear Friends, Greetings! I was with you all for close to two weeks, but I feel it was such a long time. I enjoyed it thoroughly - interacting with you all, reading very many interesting posts etc. In this short time, I also tried to post as many of my articles as I could. Thankful for receiving them well and encouraging me as well. I have collected so many friends / well wishers in such a short time- thanks to you all. The time has now come for me to take leave from you all for the next few weeks, due to my professional and personal committments. I would be certainly come back. As my parting 'kick', I am posting one more story.
Enjoy! Best Regards, Rrg As you sow,so you reap!
It was a Sunday. There was nothing much to do.
For quite sometime I wanted to visit my Alma Mater, The Hindu High School, Triplicane - to see asto how it looks now.
I passed out of this school over 4 decades ago.
I felt nostalgic even thinking about my school. I decided on visiting the school immediately after break-fast.
The watchman and a teacher, who had come to attend to some urgent work in the school book stores, were very helpful. I went around the class rooms, the trees and the stage where school dramas used to be held, the science labs, the Head master's room, the prayer hall and what have you.
Oh! What a great feeling. I felt much younger and pleased with myself.
Seeing NCC cadets performing drills in the school play ground, brought memories of the past rushing. I stood there watching them and reliving my NCC Days.
I was brought back to this world by a shout.
The sergeant boy was shouting at one of the cadets, " You, idiot Bhakar! Can't you listen to my command? When I say Left Turn, you are turning right!"
The boy apologised and turned left.
I noticed that Bhaskar, who would have been just around 15 yrs old, never even showed any displeasure in his face on his being called 'idiot', in front of all others, by the sergeant, another school boy of his age afterall, but obeyed his command, smiling to himself.
This perhaps irritated the sergeant more. Many " Stupid, Bhaskar; Bl....dy Bhaskar, Gadha Bhaskar; good for nothing Bhaskar" followed for his real and imaginary mistakes. But the boy remained cool through out, performing the drill as he was instructed to and maintained a smiling disposition.
With the result, the sergeant lost interest in Bhaskar and started after someone else.
I was amazed at Bhaskar's level of maturity at such an young age and decided to wait till the drill was over, to have a word with him.
It took another hour or so before the boys were asked to disperse.
I could see Bhaskar, moving towards his cycle for going home.
"Hi, Bhaskar", I called.
He turned around and saw me.
I moved over to him and introduced myself as an old student of this school and that I wanted to talk to him. He readily agreed.
After talking to him about general things like what class he was studying, who was the Head Master etc, I came to the main issue.
" Bhaskar, don't mistake me. I could see that inspite of the sergeant calling you names, you not only kept your cool but, I thought, were smiling to yourselves. I am intrigued. Didn't you feel upset or something?" I asked.
" Why should I, Sir. He was not wrong in shouting at me" he replied.
" But using such adjectives...."
" Oh that! Sir, I firmly believe that if you do some harm to someone in the forenoon, it would come back to you in the after noon - முற்பகல் செயின் பிற்பகல் விளையும்! - as the Tamil saying goes. As you sow, so you reap. It is all karma Sir, you can not do any thing much about it. "
I was totally floored by his explanation.
"Did you call anyone names recently for it to come back to you?" I asked, confused.
" Not me, Sir. It was my father who did so"
I took him for next Sankracharya, preaching such profound philosophy at such an young age - that even the parent's actions affecting the offspring.
Then he went on "This morning for no rhyme or reason my dad shouted at me, calling me names and is reaping what he sowed. What can I do, Sir?".
This line of his philosophy was a bit flowing above my head. I looked at him dazed!
"By the way Sir, I am Rajeev Bhaskar - Rajeev is my name and Bhaskar is my dad's"
He got on to his cycle and left.
anbudan,
Rrg
As you sow,so you reap! 
!!! thanks for posting
This how I also suffered in my FIL's hands for many years, whenever he would read out his writings, calling it a 'Free & Compulsory' entertainment - by virtue of my marrying his daughter. Entertainment for whom? I would never know. Oh, God! At times it used to be 'sema aruvai' but I was helpless.
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