Monday, June 20, 2016

Man Of My Life - #My Idol My Father

Abhay innate desire was to be a carbon copy of his Dad, Mr.Rajeev a dashing IPS officer. He tried to imitate his styles of presenting himself, walking, commanding and ordering. As a person, Rajeev was a humble and down to earth person but his official status demanded to maintain a demeanour which was reverse of his true personality. Boys try to imitate their father in their teens and Abhay a boy of hardly 14-15 years was no exception. He was so impressed by his personality that he imitated his styles and in this rat race, he was becoming dominant and rough in his ways of interaction. This abrupt change in his behaviour in his mid-teens was a matter of concern for his parents and his mother Aruna could not digest.

Aruna too was a mild lady and was well-mannered and watching his son behaving like a rogue was intolerable.

The height was one day Abhay’s Dad found him with his service revolver. He was enraged and he thrashed him severely. Hearing the commotion upstairs, his mother too reached and she fainted at the sight of revolver in her son’s hand. This was the last thing that she could expect from her only son.

Rajeev was mentally perturbed and decided to sit and discuss with his son, why his behaviour was on rapid change and that too not on right direction. He well knew that the teenagers are the tough creatures to handle and this physical abuse will not change him for the good rather the result can worsen the situation and he needed immediate attention.

Next morning, he asked Abhay to pack the bags for an outing. Abhay too was perplexed but he obeyed the orders of his Dad. Aruna too sighted her husband with a questionable look but did not indulge in questionnaires because she had immense faith in her husband, Rajeev and she was well-acquainted with his tactics to handle.

Rajeev stopped the car on the highway, away from the posting town, where none recognised him as a Police Officer and it was easy for him to be on excursion with his son. This was their first outing without Aruna at side.

They eased themselves in a hotel and then they retreated for the restaurant to fill their tummies and satiate the mind with the queries flaring in both minds…Rajeev & Abhay.

Abhay could not understand the purpose of unplanned outing and though he was enjoying the proximity of his father but he was alarmed too for the bombarding and Rajeev mind was on windmill…how to discipline Abhay who had started to tread on wrong path.

Rajeev went into a trance…down to the memory lane when his father had confronted him playing marbles with the rustics of the town. His father had beat him black and blue and locked him in a dark dingy room and he was locked for two days without food and his mother could not supersede his father’s orders and she too was without food for whole two days. This beating mended his life’s way forever and he transformed into a dutiful son and a respectable figure of town and his hard work and intellect applauded him with cracking Civil Services with a reasonable rank.

“Good afternoon Sir…here is the menu card. Order please.” The sudden voice of the waiter broke his reverie and he returned to present.

He moved the card towards Abhay and asked him to place the orders as per his choice for both of them.

Abhay saw his father with awe but did not spell out anything. He placed the orders for lunch.

“Abhay…why there is a sudden change in your behaviour, is anything bothering you?” Rajeev enquired with Abhay.

“Papa, I don’t think so, please tell me…what are your complains?”

“Beta…I am finding enormous change in your behaviour, your ways of interactions…you are becoming rough day by day…don’t you know how dangerous revolver is…how you dared to touch my service revolver. Don’t you know if any untoward incident takes place with service revolver, my prestige and power will be at stake? Why you are down this line?” Finally Rajeev cleared his observations regarding Abhay.

“Papa…there is nothing as such. I am a great fan of yours and I want myself to fit in your shoes…your persona as a Police officer impresses me a lot and I am trying to imitate your styles in uniform. I was posing with your service revolver…no other intentions.” Abhay replied.

Rajeev was stunned with his son’s reply and a lone tear trickled down his cheeks and he was filled with remorse…guilt of misunderstanding his innocent son.

“Papa, why are you crying? I am sorry if I have hurt you in any way.” Saying this, he came near Rajeev and circled him in his small arms, giving a soft peck.

Rajeev took him in his lap and showered kisses and hugs and it washed the burden of guilt that he was carrying since more than twenty four hours and he felt quite relieved.

“Abhay…have you seen me behaving untoward in my family and friends. I am tough in my job. If you really wish to imitate me then try to procure strength from me to endure odds of life and inculcate habit of working hard and one day, you will be on much better position than I hold today and that day will be the best day of my life…I have to manage criminals & tricksters so I am tricky and tough but that’s my artificial enamour dear. The real self is this me that you encounter every day.”

“Yes Sir…here is your order…It’s my pleasure to serve you…Welcome…dine and enjoy.” The waiter interrupted us and laid the table artistically.

“Aruna…there is nothing to worry…your star is on right path…prepare dinner of our choice, we will be right there by late night…good bye my love.” Abhay called up Aruna to deliver the good news that there was nothing to worry.

Abhay and Rajeev felt relaxed and enjoyed the meal and high five the order placed by his son.

They packed their bags and with loud songs played in the Scorpio, Rajeev accelerated to full speed to return back to Aruna who was waiting for her love, Rajeev and Abhay.

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

 #rediGO #JustLikeDad

Disclaimer: It is purely fictional & any resemblance to living or dead is just coincidental.

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