(Published
in Arunima Smarika -2072)
Vijaya Chalise
Anita was very much
interested in drawing. Looking at the pictures drawn by a neighbourhood uncle,
she also dreamt of drawing such pictures. Since the uncle was an artist, he was
always busy in his art. Many people used to come from different places to visit
him. Seeing that, her desire of becoming an artist grew even more.
“How nice it would be if I
could draw like uncle!” She used to think looking at the beautiful strokes of
uncle. Most of the time, she used to watch him draw. ‘If I could really draw
such nice pictures…’ Alas! But both her hands didn’t work. She had polio at a
very small age due to which her hands were crippled and therefore, she couldn’t
use pen-pencil properly, leave alone drawing. Although she couldn’t write, she
was a class four student in the village school. She had learnt to write
A,B,C,D… with the help of her feet, putting pen/pencil in between her toes. And
despite that her hands were crippled, she was very good in her studies.
Far from the city, there
was not even a single health post in her village few years back and no one used
to come to villages and distribute vaccines of polio and other diseases like
they do it today. When people went sick, the only way of treatment was through
sorcerers. And many lost their lives only because of that.
“You are very much
interested in drawing pictures, aren’t you? If we have will to do something,
then nothing can stop us, did u get me Anita? When there is a will, there is a
way.” The uncle told Anita after knowing about her deep interest in drawing.
“I am pretty interested
uncle but my hands don’t work. So, what should my interest worth?” Anita said
sadly.
“Don’t lose hope my child.
You write ABCD with your feet, don’t you? So you can try using brushes with
your feet and practice drawing also! I am sure you can draw beautiful pictures
with your feet very soon.” The uncle encouraged her.
Her spirit was enlivened by
the uncle’s encouragement. But, in a condition when it was difficult to write
even simple ABCDs, the idea of using brushes and drawing with her feet seemed
next to impossible for her at first! Even then, she slowly started to practice
using brushes with her feet.
“Look at her! A crippled is
trying to draw pictures with feet. It’s like filling water in a bottomless
tumbler.” The neigbour Rajiv was very boastful and thought no one knew as much
as him. Though he was good in studies and drawing, many didn’t like him because
of his that habit.
“Rajiv, don’t make fun of
others. This same Anita will one day excel you in drawing and then let’s see
how your arrogance shatters.” Rajiv’s elder sister Sarita tried to make him
understand. But Rajiv was least convinced that Anita could also draw some day.
Now Anita was fully engrossed
in holding brush between her toes and drawing pictures with her feet. Rajiv’s
ego and Uncle’s encouragement had even more strengthened her determination of
drawing good pictures at any cost.
With fear of getting teased
by her school friends, Anita had practiced the use of toes and feet to hold
brush and draw pictures in her home only. Sometimes she used to show those
uneven lines of strokes to the uncle and he used to encourage her by saying –
“Very good! Just work on to make this line more straight; this edge is not
fine, put some more practice and it will be even better.” In this way, Anita
kept on practicing drawing.
After six months, a drawing
competition was to be held in school. No one could take pictures drawn at home.
Everyone had to draw in front of the teachers on the school ground. There were
ten participants including Rajiv and Anita. All the participants sat in a row
on the garden and started using brushes and pencils to draw different pictures.
Seeing the crippled Anita also sitting on the same row, Rajiv was teasing her
shrugging his nose. But Anita was least concerned about Rajiv’s gestures and
was busy on her own work of art. Teachers were walking here and there
inspecting their drawings. Little afar was the neighbourhood uncle sitting. Since uncle was a famous artist, so principal
had called him to see the drawings and present award to the winner. Anita’s
excitement grew no bounds seeing uncle as it was because of his encouragement
that she had started practicing drawing with her feet. The drawing time of one
hour was up. The teachers took drawings and started checking.
Everyone was wondering when
the result of competition would be out. After teachers inspected and evaluated
every drawing, head sir, other teachers and uncle all sat in a row on
bench. Everyone’s heart was pounding
thinking who would come first. Anita was not hopeful at all, she didn’t believe
that the drawing made by her anyhow would be better than her friends who drew
by hand. She had participated only for practice.
Finally waiting was over.
Head sir announced the result – “If anyone has will and strength to do
anything, then nothing can stop him/her to do that. Anita has proved this. Her drawing has stood
first among all. So please congratulate her everyone.” Not only Anita, many of
them didn’t believe what head sir said. But after sometime, everyone came to
know that head sir was right. All the drawings were kept on exhibition and
truly, the drawing made by Anita without hands and only with her feet was
extraordinarily best.
“Congratulations Anita.
Your determination has won. Keep on drawing more beautiful pictures than this.
All the best.” These words said by uncle while giving prize brought tears of
joy in Anita’s eyes.
Translated by- Jayanta Sharna
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