“What do you mean by the lotus looked cool? You were
supposed to hit that button with palm marked on it.” A typically popular non-Indian
voice echoed through the large window of that lavish building. With the pitch
and intensity of the voice anyone can gauge that someone is pissed real bad. But
there was no one to hear that scream.
“But… but… but… Mommy it’s not my fault. It was so-so cute. I
really wanted to press the button which you told me but I just couldn’t stop
myself. You know I love flowers too much. I am really very sorry.” A 42-year
old kid standing on kneels, pulling both his ears with his hands. Our reporter
couldn’t recognize him but he surely knew who that lady was. He was stunned.
“You are such a stupid. Do you have any idea how big was
that.” The lady snapped in wrath. She was furious like anything.
“Please forgive me mommy. Can we undo it.?” The kid asked
though he knew the response.
“What do you think it is? A bloody parliamentary bill passed
by cabinet which we can revoke anytime we want? No. It’s not.” She replied her
own question.
“I am admitting my mistake momma. I am really, really sorry.
I will never do that again, I swear.” The kid placed on his head as if making a
promise.
“It’s Okay. I can deal with that. And yes, never make a
promise that you couldn’t keep over time. Remember that.” The lady told her son
as she ran her hands over his head in motherly affection.
“Please don’t do that mom. You are messing my hairstyle.”
The kid yelled back.
“Awww.. mele laja beta ko gussa aa gaya.”
“Idea.!!!” The kid snapped his finger as if he found the
cave of gold.
“Now what?” her mother anticipated another sort of crap
provided she known him the best.
“I want to be the king.” His eyes flashed as he flexed his
muscles.
“No beta. We live in a democratic country. You can’t rule
here being in apparent power. The only way you can rule is by cloaking yourself
beneath pretentious sacrifice and holding the ultimate power without leaving
any clue to support it.”
“Just like you have done so far. Right mommy?” He jumped as
if he cleared the N-th level of CANDY CRUSH.
“Hah. My baby is grown up now.” Lady mocked him fondly.
“Yes mommy. I am a complain
boy.” He flexed his muscles again.
She didn’t say anything. She just smiled looking at his kid
whose mind refused to grow up 32 years ago. He looked so adorable in that milky
white kurta. She even didn’t mind the uneven beard on his face. Although she
always insists him to shave it but he liked it that way and she liked him so
much. So it is there.
A moment of silence prevailed but soon broken by that
childish tone of voice – “Then I wanna be a Prime Minister.” He declared.
“No son. I can’t let you become one. It’s too dangerous.
Direct power as you know is like poison. Avoid that. And I don’t want any
further argument over that.” She told him decisively.
He wanted to talk about that, asking her why to hear the
same reason again for the millionth time. But he stopped himself knowing that
the blunder he did today. He turned to leave the room.
“Now where are you going?”
“Don’t know. Maybe I should watch POGO or would study some
more about Jupiter’s escape velocity.”
