6TH FEBRUARY - It Has Been 5 Years Since Then !!!

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         Today is 6th February. This date is not a very good day for me if I go back to the year 2007. This is the day when my father picked me from hostel and threw me in a bedroom. This is the day when my father promised me that he will prove me that he don't want me to study anymore. This is the day when my father promised me that he will never talk to me in his life. This is the day when my mother saw me as a criminal. This is the day when I lost all my friends. This is the day when I landed in a city where I had no familiar faces. This is the day which took all my fun and craziness away. This is the day which took my smile and gave me lots of tears which kept flowing for next 2 years. This is the day when I was isolated from the world I was used to. This is the day when I lost all the confidence I had. This is the day when I went into depression and came out after 2.5 years. 6th February is a very bad memory for me.


             I completed my 10th std in 2006 like every child does. Then my parents decided to shift me in Pune for further studies. Even I wanted to move to Pune but in the college where I had my childhood friends. But, because of an advise of an uncle, my parents admitted me in a Muslim-based college where almost 99% students were Muslim. I didn't had any problem with this religious quota because I never ever understood what discriminates my caste from Islam. But after I shifted to my hostel which had 300 Muslims and just 2 Hindus including me, I understood the difference between the religions. After one month, my fellow Hindu boy left the hostel because of the torture he had to bear. I didn't cried for help because I didn't wanted my parents to know about the pain I was going through. I scored less in 10th and hence they said that you deserve a strict college. So, I decided that I'll die here but I'll never tell them about my sufferings. I don't stereotype Muslims as a violent religion but any group of young boys will try to dominate the one who is odd man out in them. So, unintentionally, some of them troubled me. But some of them were too extremist and they didn't liked a Hindu in their Muslim environment. I had no other options and hence I suffered all those sarcastic taunts on my religion. I kept hearing the drawbacks of my religion. I kept hearing everything which killed me every second but I suffered it strongly to make my parents realize what they did to me. 


             It is said, if you are in any kind of problem, share it with your parents, you will come out of it in much lesser time than expected. I never did this and my problems kept increasing day by day. At last, I earned some 6 good Muslim friends. Yes, these 6 friends were different. They had nothing to do with my religion, they loved me as a person and they were my friends because I was a nice person according to them. But, everyone in that hostel didn't had the same approach towards Non-Muslims. One day a random call went to my father and he came in my hostel one fine morning. That morning was the morning of 6th February 2007. He slapped me furiously for fooling him for so many days. He was angry that I didn't attended the college. He was angry because I never showed my presence in any of the study-related activity in college. I still didn't told him about the way teachers thrashed students. I was shocked to see the treatment done to the students in that campus. I kept getting beaten by my father in front of those 6 friends but I didn't uttered a single word. Friends kept pleading me to speak something but I didn't. At last, my father packed all my stuffs and threw me in the bedroom in a very new city called Aurangabad. 


          I didn't had mobile here. I didn't had Internet here. I didn't had friends here. I had nothing through which I could have expressed myself to someone. I kept going into depression and my parents never realized it. In the end, I deteriorated so much that I was made to consult psychologist. It was painful to be called a PSYCHO by the people living in my society but the truth remains truth. The journey of combating against this psycho-ness and depression is a very long story. I will talk about it later in my autobiography. :-) That was 6th February 2007 and today is 6th February, 2012. It has been 5 years since then. Even today, the memory of that day haunts me. But, now the life has changed. Now I have best buddies one can have. Now I have best company one can dream of. Now, I have a Father who understands me. Now, I have a mother who confirms to me as soon as she hears something about me. Now I am studying in my dream college. Now I am living in my dream city. Now I am trying to fulfill my dream of writing and opining. Now I am what I always wanted to be. Now, I believe God. But 5 years ago, I was an atheist. This is the main difference between both these days. When you keep God closer to yourself, you live Life. When you push him away, you live Depression. :-) 


         To all the young crowd around me, I would just recommend you to get little closer to your spiritual life and see the magic of God. Opine yourself to your parents and you will never deal with any kind of problem in all the future years yet to come. Depression will never touch you. My challenge. 


  Enough.


P.S.: I wrote about 6th February last year too. You can read the other version of the same thing "HERE"
  Thanks.


 ABHILASH RUHELA - VEERU