Road to Salvation


Part 1

Just when Umesh was running down the stairs from one of his branch offices, he heard a huge scream.  Shaken at the volume, he quickly went out to see what had happened.

A young man was lying in a pool of blood. Large crowd surrounded him making the entire street choked as people put their vehicles on side to view the disaster. In next few moments, an ambulance and police jeep had arrived. One of the constables was seen questioning the witnesses and jotting down the notes. Some people were kind enough to put the man in ambulance and call his relatives.

Umesh viewed the entire scenario from some distance. He came to know, a speeding car had hit the young pedestrian. It was being driven by a young boy probably a minor. Some fellow pedestrians could manage to get the car number to the police.

Struck by sudden memory, Umesh felt uneasy and restless. He immediately left the location.

Part 2

One week had passed, Umesh was still struggling with the last week’s accident. Something had hit his mind strong, he knew he had to settle the matter. Umesh decided to find the whereabouts of the victim and reach out for some help. He went to the nearest hospital and police station to learn about the victim.

Name: Rajeev Vishnoi

Profession – Software Engineer

Age: 30 years

Address: Sayog apartments, Vivek Vihar, New Delhi

Hospital: Nexus Hospital

Umesh came to know that Rajeev was still in coma and battling for life. Being the only bread winner of the family, Rajeev’s family was struggling to meet the treatment expenditures.

Umesh quickly made his way to the hospital. It was time for redemption.

Part 3

11 years ago

Plush bungalow, scores of cars and swish infrastructure, Dhimans where known for their horticulture business in the Delhi circuit. Their wealth and high profile lifestyle spoke volumes about them. Umesh was their youngest son. A frivolous 17 years old boy, Umesh was enjoying his life to the fullest. He had just finished his senior secondary exams and it was time to celebrate.

Saturday evening, Umesh had called up his friends and decided to have a bash. A group of five boys was all set to hit the nearest club in a BMW. Umesh knew there is no tomorrow when there is a party. He only knew speed, speed and speed and alcohol.

10:30 in the night, Umesh and his gang decided to go on a long drive to the outskirts of the city. High and carefree, the young men just wanted to have fun.

100km/hr – go go go!

A huge cry – blood – sudden chaos – spot death

A young man was lying in a pool of blood. Large crowd surrounded him making the entire street choked as people put their vehicles on side to view the disaster. In next few moments, an ambulance and police jeep had arrived. One of the constables was seen questioning the witnesses and jotting down the notes. Some people were kind enough to put the man in ambulance and call his relatives.

Umesh and his friends fled the scene in a jiffy.

Part 4

‘A young man of 32 years was hit by a minor in a BMW’, ‘Businessman’s minor son kills a man’ and many more such headlines flooded the newspapers.

Exasperated at the furor in the society, Mr. Dhiman was walking to and fro in his bedroom when Mrs Dhiman entered.

“It’s not the first time Abha! Not the first time.” Exclaimed Mr. Dhiman

“I understand but then he is a kid after all. Let’s put bail application. Everything will be alright. I will ask him to drive carefully next time.” Cajoled Mrs. Dhiman.

“I do not have so much time to simply run after my son and leave my business in a mess.” A furious Mr. Dhiman shouted.

“I am sure, it was just in the heat of the moment when this must have happened. You know Umesh, he doesn’t drive that fast.” Mrs. Dhiman claimed.

“I will send my lawyer and ask him to settle the matter. Guess, some money will go to the victim’s family too. Just see, what all places my hard earned money is going. All thanks to your son.” Mr. Dhiman said while leaving the room.

Part 5

11 years later

Umesh was sitting right next to the ICU cabin in Santosh hospital where the hit and run victim was admitted.

“Thank you so much Umesh ji. You are our savior in disguise.” Said Mr.Vishnoi, father of the victim.

“Please do not thank me. Let me know how else can I help you?” Asked Umesh.

“Had you not paid the fee, I wouldn’t have been able to see our son alive today. I didn’t have enough money. Sonu is our only son.”  Said a tearful Mr.Vishnoi.

“Please do not get weak. I will help you wherever areas possible.” Supported Umesh.

Part 6

A DDA flat situated in Vivek Vihar was Rajeev’s den. He lived with his parents and younger sister. It was a three room set where the furniture and other infrastructure was settled in a synchronized alignment.

Rajeev Vishnoi, the victim managed to recover from his injuries after eight months of chronic treatment and medicines. Umesh stood by the family in these trying times.

Still on bed rest, Rajeev thanked Umesh. The entire Vishnoi family tried their level best to be courteous towards him and treated him like a god.

“I do not know how to thank you, Umesh.” Said Rajeev.

“I would again say, please don’t.” Umesh politely replied.

“I would like to ask you a question.” Said Rajeev.

“Please do.” Answered Umesh.

“Why did you help us? We are strangers to you, isn’t it? Inquired Rajeev.

“Redemption may be.” Umesh patted on Rajeev’s shoulder with a gentle smile.

Umesh left for work after bidding bye to Rajeev and promised to meet him the next weekend.

Part 7

It was middle of the night when Umesh was struggling to sleep. Palpitations kept him awake throughout the night. He wanted to relax and sleep. He stood up and drank a glass of water. His wife sleeping next to him woke up and asked what was wrong with him.

“Nothing Reema, please sleep. I guess business deals are taking a toll on me.” Replied Umesh.

“No, it’s the Rajeev’s case that is keeping you so drained. I don’t understand what made you go to that length and help the family. You didn’t hit him! Did you?” Asked Reema.

“Stop this! It was my duty.” Said Umesh.

“Don’t know what is wrong.” Said an annoyed Reema. She stared at Umesh in search of some answers.

Several moments of silence were witnessed. Receiving no response, Reema lied and went back to sleep.

Part 8

It was just another morning when Reema was making breakfast and she knew Umesh must have gone for his customary morning run. She asked her help to call him.

“Madamji, he is not picking call.” Said Manoj, the help.

“No idea what is happening. Isn’t it late for his work? I know he must have stayed back talking to some society senior.” Complained Reema.

Manoj and Reema continued to work in the kitchen till they heard a huge scream.

Part 9

“Crane manufacturing businessman hit by a minor driver during early morning walk. Driver arrested.”

“Leading businessman killed in a hit and run accident in the early hours of Tuesday.”

“Businessman spot dead in a road accident. Suicide suspected.”

“Businessman killed in an accident. Murder suspected.”

Said the headlines.

 

 

 

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10 thoughts on “Road to Salvation

  1. Very beautifully penned, but the question i always ask is—he got in return what he did(The accident) but what about the good work? what he got in return for that? —thats what happens in our lives.

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