Look Behind You — Healthy
“My parents are the best in the world. They are my first best friends and I tell them everything. My mother cooks all of my favorite dishes and feeds me with love. She makes sure that I’m never hungry. My father plays board games and catch-catch with me. My parents tell me stories before I go to sleep. They are very proud of me and say that I’m destined for greatness in my life. I love my parents. Thank you.”
The children promptly clapped after Yogi finished reciting his short essay on ‘Parents’ that was given as their weekend homework. He smiled at his English teacher and sat down on his seat with satisfaction. He had written it all on his own and was proud of it.
In the quarterly health check, Miss. Rose, the school nurse, was writing down the same remark as the last one. “Yogi’s weight is too much for a nine-year-old and also for his height. It’s almost twice the normal weight. This is very concerning and needs to be addressed. Yogi needs to be put on a strict diet to bring his weight down.”
Yogi’s parents were called to the nurse’s office to talk about it.
“See, Mrs. Das,” said the nurse, after both of them were seated, “We’re really concerned about your son’s health. As you know, his weight has become a problem. Can you please tell me about what he eats daily?”
Both of them looked at each other and Mr. Das nodded his wife to go on. She leaned forward on the table, and said, “Ma’am, I don’t know if the Principal has informed you this, but Yogi is an adopted child. A few years ago, we were on our way to our hometown and we witnessed a terrible car crash. This child was thrown out of the car that was already burning. He could have been three at that time. He sat on the road, crying hysterically. His parents died on the spot. The child had no family left to look after him, and we didn’t have any kids, so we adopted him.”
The nurse let out a big sigh and leaned back on her chair. This was not what she was expecting. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea,” she said.
Mrs. Das nodded and continued. “Yogi has been a little difficult, and that’s understandable, considering what he has been through. He has a vague memory of what happened and most of the time forgets he’s adopted. He likes to eat and we don’t restrict him. I see how that has affected him and I’ll make sure that we take care of this, starting from now. But please, be gentle with him.”
Yogi was usually a happy child and as his mother told the nurse, often forgot about his terrible past. But, it haunted him in his sleep and he often had nightmares of the car crash. He would keep screaming in his sleep till his mother came up to him and held him. She would always feed him ice cream and cake every time this happened. This would calm Yogi down and he would go back to sleep. Sometimes when Yogi craved ice cream, he would scream for no reason in the middle of the night, knowing very well that his wish would be fulfilled, and he was right every single time.
Yogi got bullied a lot in school because of his weight. Even some of the teachers referred to him as ‘The Fat boy’. Yogi would feel really bad for himself and would resolve not to eat junk anymore, but it would be short-lived. Once he got home, the sight of food made him forget everything else. As a result, his weight just kept on adding up.
A few weeks later, Yogi sat waiting for his parents to pick him up with his friend Sam. They were talking about Yogi’s birthday that was in 2 weeks.
“You know this is a big birthday, right?” said Sam. “Turning 10 is huge.”
“I know,” said Yogi. “My mom and dad say that they were waiting for this birthday for a long, long time. They say that I’m born to do great things, that my role is very important. But they don’t explain much.”
“Role? Like in films?”
“I asked them, but they say I’m too young to understand. Maybe they’ll tell me after my birthday, I don’t know.”
“Tell me too,” said Sam, and Yogi nodded. They played hand cricket for a while.
“Hey, did your parents put you on a diet? You’d told me they had a meeting with Rose ma’am about your weight.”
Yogi looked around and made sure that they were alone. He shared his secret in a whisper, “No, I still eat everything I want. But they said that I’d get in trouble if I told the truth, so I say that I eat only 2 chapatis for lunch and dinner and that’s all,” he giggled.
“Does this mean you still eat cake every day?” Sam was jealous.
Yogi smiled and nodded. “Don’t tell anybody, or we both will be in trouble.”
Parents slaughter their son on his birthday, say that it was an offer to their deity
The Sarapur Times
September 13, 2013
In a horrific incident in Sarapur, Kamala and Hari Das chopped off the head of their son Yogi (Age:10) at midnight on September 13th which also happened to be his tenth birthday. They used an axe for this gruesome act. The Police arrested them as they were trying to burn the body and apparently they were getting ready to kill themselves after this.
The Police informed the Sarapur Times that Yogi was an adopted child and the parents sacrificed him to a deity that they believe in, in exchange for them to get into heaven. The Police suspect that they could be a part of a cult and are investigating this.
The mother apparently kept screaming gibberish and cursing the Police for not letting them kill themselves. She kept screaming, “All that effort was in vain! We need to do it all again!”
