A Fool's FlashbackA Story by Abhishek NavatheA flashback of an old man, the flashback which suddenly flashes in front of him when he gets slapped by his own son.
“Today,
I had to take up the pen. Believe me, I am not a writer kind of a man, never
have been. Why would I start writing at this age of 68? Most of my life, I have
been a modern practical man who saw life as just as an opportunity for
gathering and enjoying materials. Yes, I cared for my family, I still do, but
at that time it was more of a social thing. A wife, kids, parents and
relatives, money, status, I had everything, ego as well. This minute, when I am
writing all this, this very minute, is so different from the life I had. Age,
life, sufferings, were just phases for me which I experienced but never
understood, this minute made me do that too. I hardly believe it is me who is
thinking this way. But this is logical as well, every sudden has reason with
it, I have my own. My
son slapped me today. Yes, he did. Why? Because he was too drunk and I started
scolding him loud : “What are you doing with your life? How can you come before
your own kids in this condition?”, and there it was, a drunken slap which
shattered all my ego and the pride with which I lived, and even reminded me of
something I did, something in my days. Can I be honest here? I want to cry,
shed some tears silently, but I am not able to. Why are the tears not making
their way out? Are they too egoistic as well? Like me? But my eagerness to cry
is not because of getting slapped by my own son, no, absolutely not. The reason
is different, it is something which has left no meaning of my life, and I
realize it now, this moment. This reason is…”
a fool’s flashback…
I was
watching myself in the mirror, the tie, the blazer and the creases. My wife
came in the room and said, “The dinner is ready, when is he coming?”. I turned
to her to reply, but after running my eyes through her dress, I shouted, “Are
you going to wear this crap? I am going to propose a deal worth crores to him.
Gosh! Please don’t let me down. Go and wear that red one which we bought the
previous month” and started making my hair again. She started to leave the room
but stopped as I said, “What about father? Make sure he doesn’t come out”. “I can’t do
that, please”, said my wife. “See, I
don’t know how to make you realize, but this deal is a big step for me and the
company, I don’t want the investor to see him”, I said adamantly. Looking at
me sternly, she said, “Are you ashamed of your father? Just because he is old
fashioned and cultured?” “Yes, I am”,
I shouted, “Just look at him. What would that global investor think if father
comes and have his food with no table-manners at all. Do you think his chewing
sound is going to help me with my deal. And forget all this, you clearly know
he doesn’t have control now, his pants often get wet without himself realizing
it”, I continued shouting. “He is 77
now. These things do happen in old age. Old people are like kids, why don’t you
understand?”, said my wife severely. Just when I
was going to reply, the door bell rang. Getting excited, I said, “The investor
has come. I will open it”. Realizing my wife is still stuck over my father’s
thoughts, I said, “You are right, they are like kids. He is sleeping like a kid
right now, please lock his door. He won’t know anything of this. Once the
investor is gone, we will wake him up for his dinner. Please hurry up now and
change“, and I went to welcome the investor. I received him well and made him
sit on the sofa. “So, Mr.
Roy, Why didn’t you bring your wife and kids, it would have been a pleasure to
meet them too”, I said with a wide smile, just managing to make it look real. “I admire
your thought, Mr. Singh, but my wife is in Africa for some charity function and
kids are in Australia with their grandparents, but next time I will bring them
for sure”, said Mr. Roy elegantly. “Of course,
Mr. Roy. It would be very nice to host all of you”, I said. “Well, Mr.
Singh, as you know I have already seen your company’s proposal presentation, I
must say that I am impressed. Just wish that other companies, which I will be
meeting in the next couple of days, won’t have a better business plan”, said
Mr. Roy with a grin. “Other
companies? Which ones?”, I asked confusingly. “Mr. Singh,
look. Even I have to follow my companies’ orders. I was asked to attend the
presentations of other companies as well, alongside yours. But do not worry,
your presentation is the first one I have attended and I have liked it”, said
Mr. Roy. “Oh! Yes
sure. I totally understand it”, I said thoughtfully, as I wasn’t aware that the
investor is considering other companies as well. I started getting cautious.
The thoughts of any other company bagging this deal was very frightening for
me, as it would mean that another couple of years would be spent in reaching
and convincing any other international investor. Though I was in constant
conversation with Mr. Roy, I was preoccupied with the worried thoughts. Mr. Roy and
I got seated for having dinner. The best of the crockery was placed in front of
us, especially to impress the big man. My wife started serving those spaghettis
and macaronis with a variety of sauces. We started having the dinner and
continued our business talks. I left no chance to promote my business plan and
kept on promising better returns to his company. “Mr. Roy,
there is even a third-stage plan which my company staff has prepared, specially
considering the needs of your company”, I said with a show-off smile. “That is
interesting, Mr. Singh. Actually, I was aware of it. That is the reason I
decided to meet you first, ahead of other companies. Otherwise, you and your
contemporary companies must have a similar primary plan. So, when can I see the
demo and the presentation?”, said Mr. Roy. “Just after
the dinner, sir. My manager is just outside the gate, ready to come and deliver
the presentation and take you through the demo. It would be conducted in the
presentation room of this bungalow”, I said. “Very well,
Mr. Singh, but what about the…”, Mr. Roy started saying but got interrupted
with the sound of the loud door knocks. “What is this, Mr. Singh?”, asked Mr.
Roy furiously. “Don’t
worry, it is my father, my wife must have locked his room by mistake”, I said,
trying to relax him. “Madhu…”, I called out to my wife, “Please go to father’s
room, he must be needing something”, to which my wife came from the kitchen and
after looking me with a pale face, she ran towards my father’s room. Upon
opening the door, Madhu saw that my father was very much frightened, his eyes
containing some fear. He straightaway hugged her and started crying while
continuously saying, “Why was I locked up? It was all black in there. I just
woke up, I thought I was somewhere else”, to which my wife firmly replied,
“Dad, why don’t you go and ask your beloved son? He himself told me to lock you
up”. My father
came out to the dining room, in his white vest and pajamas. He looked very much frightened and literally ran towards
me and hugged me tight. I carried that fake smile again and looked at Mr. Roy,
who was looking at my father disgracefully. “Why did you
lock me up, son?”, asked my father, having some tears in his eyes. Just to
balance the matter, I had a forceful fake laugh and said, “No one locked you,
father. Madhu must have done it by mistake”. “I was
frightened, son. I thought you left me somewhere, somewhere in like black
vacuum. I fear that feeling”, said my father still hugging me. “Mr. Singh”,
said Mr. Roy, “from where is this strong smell coming? I am sorry but I am
allergic to such smells, please find out”, he said while putting his palm over
his nose. I knew
exactly from where the bad smell came. My father’s pajama was wet. Along with
it, his whole body was stinking out of urination and sweating, probably due to
the fright. Realizing this, I panicked and said to my father, “Please stop
hugging. You go inside your room now, I will see you in some time”. “No, son,
please. I don’t want to go in that room again. Please don’t leave me alone
right now”, said my father, tightening the hug. Mr. Roy
stood up quickly, keeping his hand over his mouth now, indicating the vomiting
sensations. Madhu quickly took him to the washroom. His vomiting sounds could
be heard from outside as well. My father was still hugging me out of fright. I
forcefully pushed him away to stop the hug and looked at him disrespectfully. I
ran towards the washroom and called out, “Mr. Roy, is everything alright?
Should I call the doctor?” but Mr. Roy was still busy washing. After sometime,
he came out of the washroom and straightaway started advancing his steps
towards the gate of the house. “What
happened, Mr. Roy. Where are you going? Do you need something?”, I asked while
following him, showing my concern. “Shut up!
Just forget everything. I have to go now. I cannot take more of this rotten
smell, it just gets into my head”, shouted Mr. Roy, looking at my father with a
weird expression. “Sir, I am
sorry for the smell. Actually it was from the kitchen and…”, I said, convincing
him to stay. “Really! You want me to believe that. Can’t I
see your father’s wet pajama and the sweat all over his body”, Mr. Roy replied. My wife was
standing there, seeing all this happen. Hearing those latest words from the
investor, she couldn’t resist more and said, almost shouted, “Mr. Roy, his
pajamas and hid body odor are none of your concern, that is our personal family
thing. Your purpose was business, please keep it to that only”. Turning to
my wife, Mr. Roy said, “Yes, that is absolutely true. But ask your husband,
what were the conditions of my visit. My secretary gave a full list of things
to him, which must have been followed during the meeting. It had every
condition, from the food I eat to the allergies I have. Isn’t that right, Mr.
Singh?”. “Absolutely,
Sir. I am totally aware of it. My wife just got carried away. I apologize for
it, please let it go”, I begged shamefully. “Let go
what? Just look at the condition of your father, if you cannot take a good care
of him, how can I trust you with my company’s future business plans. Some other
time, Mr. Singh”, said Mr. Roy as he took his coat off the hook and fastened
his steps towards the door. I helplessly saw Mr. Roy getting out of the gate. I looked down in
disappointment, picked up the glass of water from the table and smashed it on
the floor, leaving my wife and father scared. "Are you happy now?", I said,
turning to him and looking with angered eyes. "Son, I
am sorry, actually I didnt know...", my father started saying very apologetically
but I countered with a shout, "You didn’t know? What the hell didn’t u
know? Were you blind to see a man with whom I was talking?" "I was
very frightened, my room was locked and I thought that you all have left me,
left me in an unknown place, which is all black. I am so sorry, son, please
forgive me", said father very softly, with his sorry eyes. Before I could
further take on my father, my wife said, "No, father. Please don’t feel
guilty. If anyone is responsible for this, it is your son". Looking at
her sarcastically, I said, "Ohh! Here the mindless speaks. How could you
even take my name in this? How is it my fault?" My wife
said, "Mindless? Okay then, let me now dig into you. Yes, I am mindless
when it comes to your business and its deals, but, Mr. Singh, remember one
thing, a wise person would never lock up his own father for whatsoever crores
or billions. You get that?" with wide stern eyes. "Wow! So now my own wife is questioning
my character and intentions", I said. "And you", turning to
father, "just look at the things you have done. First, making my big
investor run away, behind whom my three years of hard work got wasted, and second,
making my wife stand against me", I continued shouting. "No! No!", father spoke as some tears came
out of his eyes as a sense of guilt. Seeing those
tears, my wife ran to him and held his hand, she said, "Father, I am sorry
on behalf of him. Please don’t cry, please", then looking at me with
disgust, she said, "A home cannot sustain where the elders are
disrespected. Remember, Mr. Singh, your father is facing all this because of
the fact that he is totally dependent on you, but that, listen carefully, that
does not mean you are doing a favor on him". Unable to
resist her words, I shouted, "Enough, both of you, enough", looking
at her, I continued, "What do you think this man did for me? Absolutely
nothing. All my youth was without money, even my college expense was paid by
the tuition I conducted. Remember, Madhu, this man has done nothing for me.
Just look at him now, what a filth he is, stinking every day. And now he has
started ruining my business too and...", I was continuing but my father
interrupted gently, "Son, I am sorry to do all this to you. I am sorry
that I did not do anything for you in life. I am sorry that I wet my pants.
Dear, I am almost 78 now, unable to handle my body well, I am sorry that you
feel shameful when I stink. As you said that you already have done so much for
me, can I ask for one more thing?" and he joined his palms. My wife could
not take more, she wanted to say something, but father put his hand on her
shoulder and said, “Madhu, please could you go inside for some time. I need to
talk to him”. “Father,
but…”, said my wife. “Madhu,
please, believe me, I will settle everything, just let me talk to him once”, my
father said smilingly. Hearing this, my wife looked at me with an unpleasant
repulsive face for a while and went inside. Holding my
forehead and turning away from him, I said, "Did you see that, father? The
way she went. Everything is finished, everything, my family, my work, my
respect. Are you fool enough to realize all this? Instead of asking me for a
favor you should go and talk to Madhu and make her feel that it was not my
fault, it was yours. This is the least you could do for me now". My father,
still his palms joined, said, "No, son. Please don’t ask me for anything.
I am incapable, just incapable of anything. But please do the thing I say, I promise
that this is the last thing I am asking from you, after this I won’t bother you".
"What
is it?", I said while turning to him. Looking at
me, straight into the eyes, palms still together, he requested with a gentle
smile, "Please take me to an old-age home". Thinking it
as beneficial step, I did that the very next morning.
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