So Here's my story and it starts with my name - PJ Gaudla which my friends call me Pagla. I was 16 years old with horrible English, 16 years old within me will still say at one night I was sleeping in the center of the corner so deeply emerged in my dreams, The doorbell rang thrice, in my dream I opened the door but still the bell was ringing, finally the bell got louder and louder and I woke up, Normally in Winters it's too dark till morning 7 am which is the time for our maid to come,I was so in my sleep that I could barely open my eyes, went to open the door. As soon as I was about to open the door there was a light coming from the kitchen window and my eyes got stuck at the clock. It was 3 am at night.
My eyes got wide open thinking who it would be, we didn't have a keyhole through which we can find out who it is, My mom also came out of her room. I was shivering like anything still managed to switch off the main switch so the continues ringing of the bell stopped, Now there was a silence for few minutes and then a loud bang started on the door, I tried to call the cops with my cell phone but the call didn't connect meanwhile my mom took the courage and shouted - Who's this and what you want...from there the Shout came "Fucking open the Door you ass wholes" The voice seemed to be very familiar, me and my mom both looked at each other. The door bang got more hard this time and the shout came "what the fuck is your problem, why you do this to me" This time we recognized the voice, it was Miss Dallas.
"Miss Dallas is it you," my mom asked. "No, it's my ghost" an extreme shout came from the other side of the door. "Ohh god" my mom immediately opened the door.
As my mom opened the door, Miss Dallas charged towards me, Slap! Slap! Slap! Five slaps in a row like a Musical Beats in a loop till the time my mom Pulled her back. "Miss Dallas, Stop....what happen, "
"Ask your Son" Miss Dallas Replied. There was complete silence in the hall, both were looking at me Miss Dallas with anger and my mom with shock and trust me I didn't have any clue what's going on, neither I can ask. After few minutes miss Dallas said in a very loud and clear voice "Stay away from my Daughter"
Miss Dallas was among the richest women in our City and her daughter was the only source of my all Bill payments, Some times in my mind I use to call her my Wallet and she calls it a Relationship. I thought maybe she have seen her card details but what she has seen was something which no normal person will ever do in his or her life. Her Daughter Reva was trying to write a poem for me which miss Dallas has seen and the letter she threw on my face on which it was written.
So My Pagla
you are my Rangla
We will stay in same Bangla
and will have many more yanglaas and tanglaas
Then we will have some Jangla
where we will celebrate our first night called Hangla
With your favorite secret in my hand
God knows why Rich kids have to show their talent in such dumbonic way, In the last line, she meant Cigarette and not secret which my mom understood so one more truth came out that of my smoking. I was hoping and wishing if the poem would be a little bit decent maybe Miss Dallas wouldn't have composed a Music on my face, Maybe the Poem was the Oil for the spark which leads to fire but as all Indian Family takes their daughter as a symbol of their respect and pride, A guy like me can only stay away.
There was complete silence, Both of them were looking at me, At least this time I was able to understand their expressions, Till now the Anger, Scolding, Slaps didn't affect me at all but when I saw Reva coming from behind, She was having some severe cuts on her hands and legs along her face like smashed into the wall. The first time I felt something for her, a continues flow of tears came from my eyes trying to get rid of the pain which grew in my heart, That was the last time I saw her but the good thing was when I was giving a very emotional sorry speech which convinced Miss Dallas and my mother that I will never do such thing again without anyone noticing that Reva gave me a 500rs note on which it was written "I love you and I am your's forever, you just have to wait for a while" That gave me a strength and first time I had a feeling that someone is trusting me more than her life, My conscious won't allow me to disobey.
I told to myself maybe Yes at the end the world is materialistic but there are still few souls on this planet which are still pure and True love can transform people.
The next few days I was devastated thinking about what I have done to her, the basic philosophy to overcome anything is Forgive and forget but I think it's for her not for me. I started smoking for 10 to 12 cigarettes a day, Stopped eating food, too much alcohol, went into depression but the line which was written on the note "I love you and I am your's forever, you just have to wait for a while" kept me moving.
My mom tried every single day to be better for me but it never happened. One fine morning, My mom already went to Office, she works in one of Ms. Dallas Office, I didn't felt like going to school so I didn't go, I ordered Pizza and a packet of cigarette. The doorbell rang again, I got super irritated and in that irritation, I opened the door, there was one huge man standing outside the house with the Landlord, asked me with a really heavy voice "Call your mom".
The way he said it shook me, with a shivering voice I said: "Mom is in Office". He told me to call her from my mobile, My mom picked up the call, the landlord took the mobile from my hand and started shouting at my mom "what is this Madam why the hell you are not picking up my calls" from there my mom said something which in reply he said "what do you mean by in a week, you haven't paid last 3 months rent and now you are asking for one more week, If you can't pay the rent then why are you staying in my flat,you should leave right now"
this line took me away, I was not able to believe we were having such a serious problem and I didn't get even a single hint of it. First time in my life I realized the problems of a single mother and she deals with it with a big smile on her face.
The landlord was continuously shouting at my mom "I won't go from here unless and until I get something" and my mom was repeating the same thing again and again that in a week I'll pay you. I had 2 thousand with me including the 500rs note given by Reva and after that, the landlord got little cooldown and he went.
Maybe I should have kept the 500rs note for the sake of memories but what I had learned on that day was greater then this, it's not the outside which affects us, It's our own inner being of how we tackle it. The moral which I learned from my mom has changed my life and message Reva has given me that is important not the note.
Sometimes a few things happen for good to make you a better person.