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The child who did not cry

Silence is the mother of knowledge

 

The child who did not cry

 

BR Raksun

 

What is silence? It is everything. Silence is the mother of voices, because voices come from silence only.  Silence is maintained in important places like libraries where people read and fight to understand what the writer really wanted to say or convey or establish as a fact. You must carefully read and understand what the silence is really meant for. There is no doubt, the human mind is the mother of knowledge where from the innovative thoughts come out to greet the society.

 

When Siddharth is born, he did not cry.

 

“The child is silent. I tried many ways to make him cry, but he is silent.” Doctor said.

 

When Siddharth is born, he did not cry. Doctors tried to make him cry by many ways, he neither smiled nor cried. He was just silent.

 

People said that silence is a great thing in the life. He will be a great scholar. They said that silence is a great symbol of knowledge. Who knows, he can be a great educational figure in future.

 

Siddharth ‘s ears heard these words. He understood what they mean. He had just entered in to life. What is the knowledge? Who is a scholar?

 

Siddharth forgot crying as he knows that weeping in life is weakness. People say that if a man is bold and brave, he will be silent. He will be above any type of pains and he will be above any type of sorrows. He wants to be brave and bold.

 

Siddharth  knows that human life is sacred and sweet. For a man, there will be nothing to allure and nothing to attract him. As Siddhart got human life, he wants to be a sage. He wants to be a real man without any worldly attractions.

 

Siddharth is born in a well to do family. He is as rich as a prince. He has nothing to worry for.

 

The boy is growing. He did not go to school. He said that he will see the life and understand. So teachers came to him to teach. He is learning more than what they know. But he is always silent.

 

Siddharth  does not know to complain against anything or anyone. He knows that everything is absolutely essential. He does not dislike anything and anyone. He appears like he never liked anything too much also. He simply liked anything or everything, anyone or everyone.

 

The people failed to understand him. Even his parents also failed to understand what Siddharth  really wants and what he did not absolutely want.

 

“What do you like to be in life, my son?” Mother asked him many times.

 

He was silent as usual. His silence has to be understood in any way. It can be either yes or no.

 

“You did not answer me.”

 

“What is there to answer mother. I am searching. Let me know what I can do. Let me do what I can.” Siddharth said in cool voice.

 

He speaks well. He speaks like a sage. He speaks like a scholar. So no one speak against what he speaks. His father understood him first. His mother was next to understand  what her son says.

 

Whatever he does, it is just what people like him to do. He was doing what people liked.

 

As Siddharth  was adult. No doubt, he was a scholar. He has the knowledge of many fields. He knows better than what the scholars and scientists of any filed can know.

 

So he was fit to work as an advisor. It is free service. So many scholars and scientists come to know many things that they could not know in their life time.

 

Siddharth’s parents are very happy.  They did not hesitate to turn him a model ‘Scholar’ for many scholars.  Many people wondered to know what he was. Now Siddharth is well known throughout the world as a scholar without recognition of any university. Many universities wanted to give him honorary degrees, but he is not interest3ed to take.

 

“I am not a good or bad man. I am just a man. Man is so much to know and grow. I am just a kid. Let me know much I have to know.” Siddharth said.

 

“You are not doing well” whenever anybody said, he was silent.

 

“You are doing well” whenever anybody said, he was silent.


“You are a fool” whenever anybody said, he was silent.


 “You are so clever” whenever anybody said, he was silent.

 

 “Do you marry her? She is good.” His mother asked him. Fortunately, he was silent. So his mother thought this silence as his consent.

He is married. Then his wife knew that he is very uncommon in many things and in anything.

 

She was unhappy when she is mother of a breast child. She wanted to bring up her child without the colors and shades of father. She went to her father’s place without asking permission from husband.

 

Siddharth did not feel either good or bad for what had happened.

 

“Let her be happy where she feels she is happy.”  Siddharth said.

 

The silent man has a house and good property got from his parents. His son is now grownup and his wife is looking after the business and property.

 

Siddharth’s son is not a silent man as his father was. He did not see the famous father as anything very special one.

 

Siddharth grew old. So many journals and TVS around the world wrote and flashed about Siddharth as the great scholar.

 

 Life and death are very common for any man.

 

It is as common to a laborer as to a top rich man. It is as common to a illiterate as to a scholar.

 

Siddharth was admitted in a big hospital. The hospital imported doctors from many countries. All of them tried their best and finally declared that Siddharth was dead.

 

The world mourned at the death of Siddharth. His life is recorded in every country.

 

Siddharth’s son is now not happy. He understood what his father was. He knew his importance after his death.

 

“His silence is Gold.” Somebody said.

 

“His silence is diamond.” Some other said

 

“His silence is platinum.” One other said

 

Siddharth was the subject for thesis in many universities.

 

Finally, one day, the college of “Siddhart’s life philosophy” is opened.  It is the ideology of Siddharth expanded and filled in books and records.

 

_THE END_

 

Imprint

Text: Sunkara Bhaskara Rao
Images: Sunkara Bhaskara Rao
Editing: Sunkara Bhaskara Rao
Translation: -
Publication Date: 07-17-2015

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