There’s only so much noise in the hush and rush of this universe a person can tolerate , but there’s always someone you want to keep listening to . Someone you want to keep watching no matter eyes closed or open , there’s always this one person that glimmers in the eyes of a man.
“Towel” , “it’s bitting cold in here someone give me my towel”, screamed at the pitch of his voice that was still too young to be called the man of the family , but can one argue with the only male member of the house , never!
“When will you learn to take your towel with you when you shower , its not like anyoneearns these manners inborn , you need to be more careful now , you are 11 now Arush , when will you learn”, kept going with the flow , her mother , a middle aged housewife from a cultured Brahmin family.
“That’s not my towel , this one’s green , mine was blue” , replied the son.
“Well then I don’t care , help yourself . Kids at your age do all their works themselves . They don’t depend on their parents for daily chores , why do you need so much pampering?” and went rushing to the verandah with a broom in her hand.
With a sunken ribcage and backflipped hairs the boy peeked out from the shower to seek any human assistance .
“Here you go , I found this on the other side of the back door , why the hell would you throw it on the other side of the door”.- asked her an year younger sister all disgusted by the towel’s stink .
The back door’s windy , it will blow the germs away . Its physics sister , you are too young for that ” , answered the brother with a wink and a crooked smile.
The Shukla family consisted of four extraordinary creatures all uniquely common and commonly unique. The father Mukesh was a full time acountant in a goverment bank . According to the village folks , he was the brightest of all the 8 siblings in the village , however because of getting his hairs cut on a Thursday once , all the illness fell upon his family. His parents passed away , his lands were ceased under the law and he missed the job in the civils. But no wonder did he had his charms when he was young. The legend also says , he rejected 50 proposals to finally find his life partner. Well the fifty were his rejections or his Shani’s is still a mystery. His wife Mrs. Shanti Dubey was actually once true by her name . According to her father she was named so because she never screamed as she was born , however he also agrees to the fact that she compensated later. Now the two kids, that you’ve already met ,are the speciality of the house. Sunken in the lifestyle of the urban middleclass democracy , no matter how harsh the weather has been on their roof , they’ve always been together under it.
The night fell low with a dusty brease and the city lights kept shimmering in the gloomy dark. The father was home and the kids knew as they rushed to the door to jump up and open the locks , but yet they are not so tall yet. Maybe it was the idea of the architect of those economic settlements to keep the door locks on the top , so to keep the children harms away from the hands of the despair and the suffering this world has to offer. The wife rushed to the door , with her hands messed in dough. The man enters in the house only to see his kids getting hung around his waists , with his shirt covered in the sweat of the hardships , but he doesn’t stop them , for the hardships are gone and the sweat is only what he has earned today.
“So you all went to school today?”
“Yes , yes we did , We even got our results on the unit tests”, screams Aawantika.
“Well what did you get?”
” I got an A+” rejoiced the daughter jumping up in glee. However what was more satarical between the unrequired ‘A’ in her name or the unappreciated ‘A’ in her reportcard ,one can only wonder.
“And ehat about you Mr incharge of the house” the father turned to Arush.
“Mine isn’t that good . I mean its good but not so good , its ok” said the kid with his head down.
“Well you need to focus on your studies , they are important , you don’t know how hard it is if you are not good with your studies . There are millions waiting in a line just like you , maybe one day you will become someone important , but for that you must work hard now. ” And the fagher ended on a harsh node. He would have went far but neither did he had any energy to do so , nor did the world had anything to drive him into it.
The dinner was ready the plates were set. Unlike the usuals today’s menu was special. Today we had Rajma on the table , in a not so familiar container.
“This isn’t our cutlery !” , exclaimed the father , “Who’s is it , he asks”
“Mrs. Chawan , the one that lives on the 5th floor besides the broken railing , she and I have made good friends , so she sent some Rajma as she cooked the dinner today ” replied the wife.
“Well you must not send an empty one back. Send something nice. Send them your special malpuwa . She will appreciate it. And also tell her that we really enjoyed the rajma ” exclaimed the father.
No matter how worse gets the condition of the middle class , they never would loose their dignity in the society be it offering or suffering.
The dinner was done and the clock hit 10. The mother had to do the dishes. The father was all tired to his toes from the work , but the kids wanted to take a walk. The father cannot reject. They went outside and by the moonlight their danced a pair of legs of a toddler , while the other just kept dragging. In their way , they find Mr. Sharma another worker in the service of the queen of urban poverty.
“I have heard you’ve got a promotion, well how is it working with the execu….”
“They are well , but I don’t see how they deserve to reach their position , i still believe people as such must be ….”
And suddenly the atrocities of this crooked world dissapeared in the sharing of pain by each other’s personal opinions of other’s opinions.It is still questionable on why are women blamed on gossiping , when the most opinionated conversations take place between too men in the service of their bellies.
Finally after half an hour of pulling , screaming and dancing by the toddlers on their father’s legs he parted his ways from their visitor.
Suddenly in their way they find a general store open at 10. The kids as usual started craving with their might. Unfortunately for their father , they had their right to this time.
Now if a kid ever dreams about heaven , it would never be about sn utopia , but about a general store. Its not what that matters , but how it’s kept , for all i know every kid once in a life dreams of owning a general store , not just for the candies and junks , but for the colours , that are brightest in those four by four shops.
“I want the red one , No the green one , no the one that has a toy free with it”
And suddenly the father realizes the shopkeeper’s master plan. But he had no choice. Knowing he will have to walk another mile without any rickshaw , he bought the candy for an extra penny , just to live by his children’s smiling faces.
The kids went all happy and rolling to the house. The daughter however found a better sleeping bed on her father’s shoulders , with her cheeks hung all the way down and the ribbon on her hair all the way up.
The father enters the house slowly to see his wife having her meal while watching the late night soap opera repeat . The father puts the kids to sleep and walks in the room outside , helping his wife with the dishes.
“The budget is pretty tight this month too?” , asks the wife.
“Hmmmmm”, answers in a humming voice ,the father .
“The kid’s fees is due!” ,She adds.
“Well then I will take the overtime I guess.”
“But you already stress it too much.”
“Its nothing . If I can get these kids into a world where the roof doesn’t hangs so low , it’ll be worth it.”