Death Tells You the Worth of Your Life

This is my first acclaimed short story so please tell me my errors................

“Death Tells You the Worth of Your Life.” I was lucky enough that I understood its worth before dying.

Hi, I am Farhan Joe Sharma; yes that’s my name, a name free from all the discriminations, a name which will give you no idea who I am and it should be like that because the whole and sole purpose of having a name is just to make it easy for us to address that person, that’s it, nothing else. So we will let it that way, you can call me fosh as all my friends do.

The piece that you are going to read is my story and before you read the extract just remember one thing whatever happens In your life never start hating or even stop loving your life (both are different things) and when I say no matter what happens I mean it. So let’s start:

!! How it all Started…………….

It was the first time I had actually studied for an exam and I was really confident that I will nail it today. It was maybe the fourth or fifth time I entered the exam hall without a chit or some notes, once I got the paper I had the feeling for the first time that well 100% marks are possible and with all enthusiasm and knowledge (knowledge for the first time and enthusiasm was also different because of the fact that this time for the very first time I was aiming for a 100 and not 40). Two hours went like in a blink of an eye and I was still positive for the 100,I was loving it for the first time, and then for me out of nowhere three of my teachers came and asked me to come to the principal’s office I asked why and they said they found this chit under my table and I will be awarded a 0 for the bravery I did, I was numbed, for the first very time when I was writing everything from my memory and not from some stick pad chit, they accuse me of cheating, I mean I have passed innumerous number of exams using that yellow chit, I was the most successful of them all in cheating and today when I had decided to change they catch me when I was not doing it. That day I learned if we do something wrong we have to pay for it always. I started hating myself for all the things I have done in past I wanted to break free from them but they were chained to my soul I had to drag them.

!! The first push.………………..

Well my work has finally paid off in the field I was selected for the club team and I was enjoying it, the 9 miles round and the net practice finally paid off I was happy. My first match: I was a bit nervous but really confident because I knew I will not let this chance go out of my hands because this is the first step towards what I have worked for from 4 months. As I thought I nailed it in the first match, I was the man of the match as my team said, I was not awarded to be so but that was due to some internal politics as my coach told me, match after match I was improving and today we have to go to some other club to play this was my second step towards what I have dreamed, I knew there were thousands of steps still to take but that does not decreases the value of a single step, I was excited and happy and as I entered the field there was some other keeper practicing in the nets, I thought maybe they wanted a spare if I get hurt or something like that and as I was running my rounds my captain came and told me that coach was calling me and the coach said that I was not going today, I did understood what he was saying but I said I can’t understand what he was trying to say and then he said that I was out of the team and I enquired him why so and he said that the club sponsor’s son was a wicket keeper too and as the sponsor wants his son in the team I had to be kicked out. I was stoned it was like Muhammad Ali punched me in my stomach and simultaneously Khali kicked my ass like a serious double blow. That day I started hating the world.  

!! The second push…………………..

I saw my best friend kissing my girlfriend. (Read the next to get the story)

!!The third push…………………….

Well I don’t know what I should have done but here is what I did: I went to them told my girlfriend that she was a pile on and blah blah blah…..and then I punched my best friend twice on the face which forced four of his plague teeth out of his mouth which was full of blood and I came back home. After sometime my mother entered my room and slapped me , I saw her crying and then my father came and slapped me twice and said we have to pay a visit at the police station where my so called timid best friend and his cowardly father was waiting for us. That day I started hating everyone.

!!The Final push Down the cliff………………….

The only thing I was proud about now that I had the muscle power to kick anyone’s ass and this misconception was cleared by a fat ass, when I tried to stop him to bully the small kids. This may not seem the last push but it was, because I stopped not loving my life and started hating it. This was my break point now I had nothing I was proud about.

Everything was over, I thought this is it I should stop living now, but before dying I wanted to eat something, so wandering in the streets of Pune I went into a restaurant my mother called and asked where I was so I told her the name of the restaurant. I could make from her voice she was still angry; I ordered a coke and a lot of ice for my punched blackened eye. I was thinking in my mind how I should kill myself, I was thinking of something causing no pain because pain was the only reason I was thinking like that (like shit), but as I was thinking I heard a “boom” and after that I could not hear anything, everything went in slow motion and then a sofa came flying towards me and it dragged me till the wall and slammed me against it, the first time I felt I was so near to my death and in that moment I actually understood the worth of life, my cellphone was shattered I didn’t actually care and I thought maybe I have also broken some of my bones, then some helper came running and shouting “bakery mien bomb blast” the rest you know. As soon as I realized what had taken place I thought I should call mom and tell her that I was fine, now I was sad about my cellphone I somehow managed to stand with the help of some people and  then they took me to the hospital I was still out of my senses but there was only one thing I wanted to do right now and that was to inform my family that I was okay but I was taken to the hospital and rightly so and I went unconscious, the next time I opened my eyes I had my whole family looking at me with thirsty eyes (not the best word but they were actually thirsty to see my eyeballs again). As I opened my eyes everybody started crying (not started) with a huge smile on their faces that moment told me the worth of “MY life”.

Sometimes everything seems to go wrong and our life seems to be worthless but we don’t own our life fully it’s a gift from god not to us but the people who love us, no matter what mistake we do redemption is always possible, we may hurt the ones we love but never ever anything we do will make them to stop loving us. Life’s worth is not by how much we love it but it is by how much others love us and that is the only thing that should matter.

Everyone is precious and if you think no one loves you, you are wrong ‘cause some fosh do loves you …

“Death Tells You the Worth of Your Life.” I was lucky enough that I understood its worth before dying.