A few days back, an old Star of Mysore addict from N.R. Mohalla, Mysuru, Noorana landed in my office with his usual broad smile exposing his gleaming molars. He was in Delhi for long in the Central Government job but now in Bengaluru as Chief Manager of Indian Oil Corporation Ltd., (IOC) in its Marketing Division.
Ha... Ha... blah... blah... over, we got into worldly conversation from shoe laces to kings and cabbages. As we started sipping tea, our conversation veered towards the young people with their own ideas of family-bonding, acquiring property, the rat-race for earning money leaving behind family values etc. It was then Noorana recalled a WhatsApp sent to him by a friend in Delhi. I thought I would share it with my readers who may not have read it. Those who have, please bear with me.
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.
He said, ‘Sir, you don’t know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.’ The young man held out this package. ‘I know this isn’t much. I’m not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.’
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eye...more