Krishnakant comes from, then middle class family, atleast they used to satisfy the basics, but now after his Father died, the family pension strives to fulfill the requirement of the two. Mother suffered from Dementia. The days count, where everyday she is a new born person. Someday she becomes a old woman and krishnakant, her caretaker, sometime he is her brother, with whom she had played near that Banyan tree, after that game and after that cheating she is very angry. Or someday she is Krishnakant's mother who is so worry about him, even what future waited to be unfold for him.
Studying B.H.M.S from Government Homeopathy college, Krishnakant loves the way homeopathy medicine cures the body as well developing internal body defense mechanism. Many people advised Krishnakant to leave study and start to earn for him and mother but Krishnakant was in Trance. His involvement in the research and medicine was to the extreme end, with a rare enthusiasm. Still prospects of Homeopathy pharmacy are still to be developed in India. Each day would count, each time Money would struggle to fime Krishnakant's house.
There was War between Stomach and Brain - in the end stomach won. Krishna was forced to take a year drop, when both Lecture fees and exam fees totaled their years food budget. So for the year Krishna was free and very willingly offered himself as a tutor. He got some money. So something was saved, something was added and some important thing of something was spent in music cassette - a first ever ventured Luxury item found his home and their very pre-historic record player played. It played to 25 minutes...the first ever time krishna' s mind experienced something different from a routine emotion. First time mind learned happiness, excitement, laughter, tears came out from his eyes, first time out of laughing, from fun. These 25 minutes were all the Bonus Happiness he got in his Life.Year ended and he began taking his studies again. Again intellectuals advise him "to continue his work and leave study. Kept the inflow of money."
Still crazy for finishing up things, Krishna was like a river flowing in one direction, He is not ordinary river. He is Ganga- who tears open, throws away the blocks coming in her way, craziness is molding stones, mending mountains, turning trees coming in her way, craziness like a devoted painter,..on finishing Red color, he finishes off his piece with his own blood.
Very well - again from these saved, fees were paid and Krishna at last competed B.H.M.S. On convocation- degree was awarded but on that day his mother was an stranger in the house with Krishna, appointed to nurse her.She was absolutely unknown to him and She even asked him, why he showing all this to her, when he is appointed to work there ? Still like some infamous Poet - who is never been appreciated of his work, who has composed some immortal verse - keeps on fascinating over his work again and again. so was the whole night of Krishna's like. Anyways he opened his pharmacy at his drawing room. Took big small loans, bought basic medicine, books, and long waited for anybody to turn up for consultancy. Homeopathy is a slow cure.People came to him but these occasions were less then the coming of creditors and Loan givers,who came in to threaten him or came out with some of house things , leaving house like a Samadhi mind. Empty of thoughts and so empty of all things.
One late evening a patient came in. "hair loss problem sir, sab try kiya..nothing effective even ayurved...cannot afford costly thing..aur abhi toh meri shadi bhi nahi hui,." Homeo is last thing he trusted to try. .."okay'' - "I'll make you a medicine. you will have to take it thrice a day for three months. Come back tomorrow same time..." I'll have it prepared...
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