Saturday, January 20, 2007

Choices

You might see it somewhere in the school magazine, if it gets selected. Anyhow...Enjoy reading....!!

Choices
A choice, that’s what I had to make. I drove my beat-up convertible down the road. The sunlight filtered through the orange, auburn and ginger leaves of the maple trees and the soft rays rested on my soul. I felt a sense of happiness after a long time, I was surrounded by isolated peace and there was a hint of jazz playing in the background, I immersed myself in this ambiance suitably forgetting the choice I had made.


Without myself realizing it I had reached the parking lot of Saint Michaels Hospital. As I forced myself to make my way to the intensive care unit, room number 1357. My legs were wobbly, an uneasy and fretful feeling swept over my body like an ice cold wave. Soon, I was at door number 1357 turning the doorknob, my hands were damp with fear, my eyes were trying hard not to let the tears drop down. I had to be brave. I opened the door and entered the room. A heartbreaking silence filled the room; I looked at my brother as he lied there powerlessly. He was my best friend and companion. We were orphaned at a young and tender age, and have been each other’s weakness and strength since then. It killed me to see him lie there, asking for salvation. He had been the victim of a drunken driver accident that had left him brain dead. He had been hooked onto a life supporter machine, I had been told not to hope as there was a very little chance of recovery. The doctors told me he couldn’t hear me, but I knew in my heart that he could and I spent every afternoon reading his much loved poems.

Precisely 7 days ago I was told that there was no hope and I had to make a choice – To give me brother freedom and get those tubes and needle of off him or to leave him there begging for mercy. I was told that there were other patients who could use this machine as they had hope. I looked into my brothers’ brown eyes that once showed the dreams of becoming a doctor himself. They were filled with dread and wanted to escape. As much as I didn’t want him to leave me, I made the decision of setting him free, for he had a right to fly just like the rest of us.

Today was the last day of us being together. I kissed his hand good-bye. My eyes couldn’t control themselves as I felt the tears drop, the time had come, and the doctors switched off the machine. I knew I had lost the most precious thing in this world but in knew my brother would forever be in my heart. And then he was just gone in a moment.

That afternoon I read his poems to myself sitting in a park, all by myself... As I looked towards the green lush grass that shone in under sunbeams as if someone has sprinkled broken glass pieces all over the grass, I thought to myself that choices are a way of life that we all have to accept. Choices can make you or break you. Our lives depend on the choices we make and the choices we make depend on the life we want to lead. Our decisions can be rewarding and worthwhile or just disappointing, unsatisfactory and emotionally wrenching; at the end of our journey we all go back to the maker of it all – God. Our choices give us the right to fly and soar the skies, we all have once dreamed of. I stared at a bird flying gaily overhead, and that gave me a sign and sense of satisfaction that my brother had reached a place where he wanted to be.

18 comments:

mini said...

YAyy your bak frm your break....i kneww you wud continue...:D

the story is sooo intense, in a gud way, and your style of writing is amazing, u definately hve to continue...

topic, choices, we alll he to make em...nd we knw in the end, they r almst always whats best for us, nd sometimes the worst for us...

nd i'm glad you made the right choice for this blog.

thmbs up to another great post, u must keep posting...

-luv menaka

Shalaka said...

YOU'RE BACK:D:D!!

Firstly, i love this story...and thank God you sent it for the school magazine!

Secondly, i love this post/story and the edited parts!

Welcome back, my blogging guru:D (please excuse me..lol)!!

Rayna said...

Mini, again ur one the most motivating and honest ppl i'll ever come across in my life...thankyou.
Shalu, the same goes for u , but seriuosly - blogging guru?!? i think ur way much of a better blogger than me, the name suits u better :)

*reshma* said...

hey raynii!! ive alredy read the story n reely likd it!!...it reely dus touch the readers heart...n i also luv the real meaning or moral behind the story...choices...so true..how v live life according 2 them...hope it gets selectd fer the skewl mag!! so glad ur bak from u break..hope everythins better now!! waitin fer ur next post!! :D

trisha said...

the story is jus amazin!!!
and as evry1 said UR BAK!
:D:D:D
keeep Bloggin!!(frequently)
Trisha

Dolly said...

hii!! good post n topic-said it b4 n sayin it agn..byee
sry bt rite nw its onli chandu dats in my head..!!

Rayna said...

dolly...chandu is on every1's head...

Shalaka said...

Rayna!!
You're my blogging guru cause you're the one who introduced me to the 'blogosphere'(:p) and plus, as this story proves, you are an awesome writer!!

Oh, and WHO's CHANDU??????????????

Nishant said...

Plot - 10/10
Expression - 10/10
Flow - 10/10
Vocabulary - 10/10
Grammar - 10/10
Emotion - 10/10
Overall - 1,000,000/10

Well done.

Rayna said...

thanks nishant...
shalaka....being a hindi student u should know chandu is - chandragupt vikramaditaya

Amrit said...

Hey! Great story! Very well written! Cant wait to see it on the magazine! Ur a very good writer... Choices... Gr8 topic too!

Rayna said...

Dunno if its gonna get published in the school magazine yet...

Kapil.. said...

Woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Sweetness....

That was Brilliant..

No im giving a really honest opinion
And i mean really really honest ...
It was tres bien ...il etait incroyable .

KCification

Shalaka said...

ooh!!
Chnadragupta! NOW i get it loll! If you call chandragupta 'chandu', then PLEASE don't tell me you guys call ramgupta 'ramu'... that would be frightening.. lol.

Anonymous said...

heylo shalu..no..v dnt call him ramu..bt well v can definately considr it :P
neways..byee

rishika said...

yes ive FINALLY commented on your blog..and even tho i read it in class...and i read it on ur blog again...and told you on the phone how good it is...but bcause of your constant request for me to go and comment ON your blog..

i will...

ive read this story like 3 three times...[once in class and 2 time on your blog]...an after re-reading it i still stick to my opinion...which is..

its a really really good story...and the way youve expressed and descibed everything is probably the best youve done in quite a long time...

but you could have chosen another incident where you have to make a difficult choice...cause i think...most of us have seen/heard of ''the family member who is on life support for a long time but eventually we 'let go' and send them to heaven'' kind of story...

dont get me wrong...i LOVE your story...but next time just use something more original...

but still...ace story...

tc
luv--negi!

[ps...i hope that i didnt sound too critical..cause i didnt mean to...if i did...then im realllly sorry...and again..AWE-SOME post..]

Rayna said...

hey negi...well i get what ur trying to say but when i got the idea i wasnt really influenced by another story...coz as u know i got the idea while sitting on my desk lookin at the qaud:P..So in that case from my side it was an "original"...:D

NIKITA said...

WOW !! WOW !! WOW !! HONESTLY CAN IT GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS RAYNA ??!!!

I loved the story it gets you thinking what you would have done if you were in a SIMILAR SITUATION ... Rayna i have to say that your grammar and vocabulary WAS FIRST CLASS !! SERIOUSLY !! I agree 150% with what Nishant had to say !!

GLAD you took a short vacation !!!
Rayna maybe you should show this essay you wrote to SNEHA RAMESH ???!!! There really is not much to criticise....!

--- Castelino * cant wait for your NEXT POST