1134 words Essay an autobiography of an orphan

Remember that day when, I was just about four years old, we were all, my parents, my sister and I were going on a scooter, a two wheeler. At the turning of Savitri Cinema our scooter overturned, and from the other side a one tonner truck moving on the wrong side, hit the scooter head on.

My father could not control the scooter and it swerved and all of us fell off the scooter. My father being at the front fell headlong and died at once. The three of us were helped by some pedestrians and we were brought to a poor man’s jhuggi.

The scooter had been damaged, and it belonged to my father’s friend, so my mother had to pay the compensation for the damage done to it. We ha’d lost our father, and there was darkness around us, as, now who would earn our bread for us?

After recovering from the shock, we returned to our home from that man’s who had been our saviour. Now my mother started working as a maid in a few houses which were in a colony near our cluster of huts.

Life came back on the rails, as, now she started doing fairly well and was able to eke out an earning enough to keep life going. She even managed to put us in a nearby school, and at one point of time we started feeling as though, life was after all not quite bad. However, this was not to be for long, and, I think we had this luxury of two meals a day for about a year and a half when, one day my mother also met with an accident when she was coming home after working in the colony.

We, once again entered the phase of tragedy and loss of hope. Now, I was the next in line of seniority to keep myself and my little sister alive. The struggle was now to start afresh and very soon it occurred to me that we were now orphans, a very disheartening situation for any child. At this time I was just about eight years old and I had joined the bandwagon of the millions of orphans – who are destined to misery and unhappiness.

The real picture of life had come in front of my eyes – there was now, a total vacuum in my life. No one was there to earn bread for me, no one to send me to school and of course no one to cajole me. Now there would be life without any love service and of course no one to cajole me. I would have to do all my work myself, even earn for myself and my sister.

After sometime, when I had got out of the shock of having lost both my parents, I realised that, brooding would not help and that, unless I girdle up my loins, nothing could be done. Life had to be continued but, how was no one’s concern, I had to plan it all out and work for it, as, and no one could help me.

As I was thinking, one day, an idea flashed across my mind, and I remembered that, in the school I had studied there was one teacher who was very helpful and she also liked me a lot. I decided to go to her and request her for advice.

I went to her one day and nice as she was, she at once took me to her home and put me on a job at her own home. She gave me a small servant’s quarter attached to her house for me to live with my sister, and my duty was just to do some odd jobs for her and her family. We were now quite well settled and I thanked my teacher for all that she had done for us.

My teacher also had two children of the same sizes of me and my sister. We were allowed to play with them, and all was very well for us. We were also taught by the teacher when she was at home and so, I can say that we were now not missing on anything at all. It was all fine but, in some corner of my heart I often felt pangs of pain when my teacher and her husband fondled their children.

Their younger son would show them pranks, and they would just dote on him and run around in circles appreciating whatever he did. Seeing all this my memory went back to my hey days when, I and my sister were also fondled like these children – yes, by my parents. Now there was no one in this wide world to do this to us.

Thinking so, when I was alone I would often cry out my heart to my sister who was also growing up now. However, after a while I would realise that nothing can be done with fate so I would explain to myself that life was now being quite nice and I should not complain.

At my teacher’s house, life was getting settled and we were quite happy and comfortable, when suddenly fate once again gave us a jolt. One day my dear teacher lost her diamond ring, and there was none other than us whom she obviously would suspect – so suspecting us of the theft, she turned us out of her house.

I begged her for mercy but, would she keep a thief, a dacoit at her home? No – rot at all, and so we were once again on the road, and now, I was about fourteen years old and my sister ten, both big enough to do some work. However, fate had something else in store for us. One day my sister was kidnapped from the street on which we lived, and I am sure someone must have sold her for some money, and I never saw her again.

That day I was hell bent upon taking revenge from this merciless world and joined a gang of dacoits for; I felt that the only way to live comfortably and also to take revenge was this. Today, I am working for a gang of dacoits who operate on the outskirts of the city of Delhi. I have realised it the hard way that, children without parents have no future.

Both my sister and I have lost our ways in this confused labyrinth of life and the cause is not far to seek – our being orphans. Orphans are like ships without rudders with any direction for them. They are children thrown in the open without any protection and security. I pray to God that HE never snatch the parents of any child – it leads to his certain straying.