It been quite long, since I penned down something here. I am busy with my work these days. I want to an incident that occurred with my Papa. One day we were discussing about non-veg. We are vegetarian people and though my Papa is in Army, he has never touched non-veg or Alcohol. I am proud of my Papa for this. Nobody in my family touches non-veg including eggs. My Grandfather used to eat eggs but not at home. He used to have it outside.
As we were discussing , Papa asked me I would marry someone who is a non –vegetarian. I replied “Yes I would”. Hearing this mom came running from the kitchen and said “Oh God! How can you stay with him”. I said “I don’t have any problem with him if he eats outside and not at home”.
My Papa started a story. Bettu(my pet name), there was a person , didn’t reveal his identity and introduced to me as his friend. This person was in army like my papa. He was similar to my papa, never having seen non-veg . One day he was assigned a task to prepare non-veg for everybody during ho training. There was a room in which 2 people for cutting meat. This man had to take this task because if he fails, he could get a tougher task. So finally , he entered the room. There were three people now including him. Cutting a goat is a very difficult task as his bones are very hard and it makes it all the more difficult for a vegetarian person when he sees blood. In spite of this ,the person took the knife and did his task. As he finished the task there was blood stain all over his body, including his face. He took bath for uncountable times but somehow he could not overcome this. He couldn’t take food for the next 6-7 days.
It took him 4-5 months to get normal. I was shocked to hear this and couldn’t imagine myself in his place. I was curious to know who this person was ? So, I asked Papa how come you know this person. He replied back “No Bettu, this person was not my friend , it was your Papa” . Listening this, send shivers down my spine.!
