(For
the first time in life I have come with a person front in the public platform.
So please be with me.)
Today
I am here with some bit of taunting truth and a request for prayer. NO
entertaining, no enlightening speeches this time as I am helpless now. The
moment the thought crosses my mind that it might be the last day of your
native place, that moment every bit of wise word disappears living a abyss
full of despair, dismay and loneliness and a fair so muscular that I am feeble
before it.
My
place, my native place. When I speak of these words, I always feel contentment
inside me and a relaxation too. As if my mom came and stroked me with all her
love and tenderness. But now whenever I speak of it, it feels me with a fear
that j
ust after a few hours and it will be devastated to crumbles.
My
native, Silk city (we affectionately call it as silk city!) is a small coastal town
on the south east Odisha, adjacent to the border of Andhra Pradesh. It is a
very pretty town with a nice tropical climate. Though overpopulated and most of
the roads in the towns are still pretty damaged where as city election comes
and goes with new majors replaced every five years, it is still a paradise. A coastal area, large spread seashore, one of the best medical facilities providing
Medical College, University, numerous other college graduating students in
hundreds each year, central railways station, business hub for Patto(silk)
Sarees- what else do one need?
12th
October 2013. It is forecasted that the cyclone with devil name, Phailin is supposed
to hit the shore of east of India from Bay of Bengal on today evening in
between 5 to 6 o’ clock. The cyclone is assorted as Super Cyclone category. It supposed
to hit the shore of Gopalpur first and then move into the inside of Orissa
leaving everything devasted behind it. Around 3 lakhs of people evacuated from
their place. Right at the moment, the hurricane is just 150 kilometers away
from my place and it’s supposed to hit my town within an hour.
Last
time it was faced with a less terrible cyclone in 1999 which had left it ruined
in many places. Countless people were lost into water and innumerable houses
were wiped out. People suffered from hunger and diseases for months afterwards.
Now the hurricane is double the powerful of last one and I have no idea what
will happen afterwards. The flame flower tree of around 10 years is now left
with its trunk only. I don’t how many more green-friends I am going to lose
into this hurricane. I don’t how to face next time I go there. What would it
look like?? No tree, crumbled buildings, broken roofs- why? Why? Why? My heart
screams in terror.
So
it’s just my final endeavor from my loving place. I have heard somewhere that
someone else prays for you, then it’s regarded with great consideration. So it’s
an urgent request to everyone, whoever is reading it, please pray with me.
Oh Dear Almighty, We are helpless now. We can’t do anything. We
can just pray to you that please be kind with them. Please be all the people
who are facing this dance of death before them. Please give them strength, give
them patience and give them courage to go through all this and also let the
ordeal pass through without hurting anyone, be it humans or animal. Please help
these poor souls. They have no one except you. Please bless them with your love
and generosity. Please. Here we pray heartily let them come out of it with a
smile and courage to stand again.
Thanks
to you for being with me through out the prayer. I hope our prayer will be
answered positively. I hope it will be over soon and tomorrow morning will be a
new start. And at last I will pray again that, Dear Supreme Creator, please be
with my town and if in return you need put my life at risk as I love chaos in
city more than I love my own heartbeat.
