Savitri was seen pacing anxiously between the living room and the front veranda till she finally called out to her husband who was watching TV,” Gopal, it is nearing 8.15 pm and there is no trace of Raju yet. He is usually back by 6 pm from the playground.”
“Ask his
friend Shankar who lives three apartments away down the corridor,” Gopal
suggested without taking his eyes off the TV.
” Aunty, Raju
did not come to play today,” was the reply from Shankar
He has
not gone to any place other than school and playground without informing. There
were frantic calls to close relatives in the city and a few of his school
friends. They drew blank from everywhere. There was no inkling of where he could
have gone. Like any other day, on return from school, he kept his school bag on
his desk, washed his hands, changed his clothes and had noodles with Horlicks. He
looked normal though he did not speak much to his mom or sister.
The
dailies and WhatsApp messages were full of stories, mostly false and some partially
true, of the kidnapping of children for ransom and how in many cases the
children were harmed if demands were not met. Some neighbours added to their
anxiety with thoughtless remarks about children being maimed for begging or
their kidneys being removed for sale.
Savitri panicked and started crying
inconsolably. Gopal, a senior manager in a reputed business firm wished to seek
the help of the police. A couple of neighbours counselled patience and asked
him not to rush to police as they felt such a step could bring harm to the
child. It was already 9-30pm with the sky dark. It was also drizzling making
the gloomy atmosphere sombre. The only redeeming feature was there being no
call for ransom as yet.
Gopal
spoke to one of his friends, who had influence with wide contacts, seeking his
advice on how to proceed in the matter. He suggested that it is always
advisable to seek the help of police as they are trained to nab the culprits
without endangering the lives of the victims. He said that no time should be
lost and that he would speak to a close relative of his in the police
department. After talking to the relative, the friend took Gopal to the
residence of his relative to lodge a complaint. He did not want Gopal to be
seen going to the police station.
Men were
put on the job. Gopal was asked to keep talking without disconnecting if there
were any calls for money. He was advised to keep stalling by requesting the
kidnappers to reduce the ransom amount or plead for time to borrow money
Meanwhile the police would be monitoring the calls to his number.
Gopal and
Savitri were awake the whole of the night. There was no call. The searches
continued and phone calls were made again to Raju’s friends. The day dragged
into the night with no progress. Another day went by with no clue about the
whereabouts of the boy.
Raghavan
was a regular caterer supplying lunch and dinner to bachelors or households living
in various parts of the city. He rode a bike specially fitted with several hooks
to carry many bags and covered areas like T Nagar, West Mambalam, Ashok Nagar,
KK Nagar and Vadapalani. He had been supplying in the vast building complex at
T Nagar where Gopal was living and even to his apartment on many occasions. Raghavan
could identify members of the families to whom he supplied by their faces.
When he
went to supply lunch to a customer in a block of flats in KK Nagar, he found to
his surprise Raju playing alone near the staircase of the ground floor. He knew
the boy lived in a posh apartment complex at TNagar and asked him how he was there
and with whom he was staying. The boy, without replying, hastily ran into the
flat. Raghavan did not take any special note of this as he was not aware of the
boy missing from his home.
The next day
when he went to supply food to someone’s house in Gopal’s complex, at TNagar, the
lady of the house was telling him how a young boy, Raju by name, from one of
the adjacent flats had been kidnapped three days back with no trace of the boy
till then.
Raghavan
immediately told her that he had seen the boy only the previous day at such and
such a place in KK Nagar and how the boy ran inside a flat without replying to him.
Both of them rushed to Gopal’s house and soon all of them went in a car to the
place where they saw Raju.
It
transpired only then that Gopal’s aged mother was living alone in the flat and
the relations between the old lady and Savitri were so badly strained that the
elderly lady was asked three years back to live separately with no contact
whatsoever with her thereafter. Gopal was also not allowed to meet his mother.
They saw
the boy hiding below his grandmother’s cot. The old lady past eighty who could
hardly walk without a crutch was greatly surprised to see her son Gopal with
his wife after years. She told him that his son Raju had come three days back
saying it was vacation time for him and that he wished to stay with her. He had
not told her that he had run away from his house without telling anyone. She
was surprised no doubt as no one from his house visited her for years.
Savitri
hugged Raju and was seen crying in joy that he had been at last found. Raju
wrenched himself away from his mom and snuggled around his grandma. Gopal asked
Raju why he left without informing anyone.
The boy
replied amidst sobbing” I felt bad for grandma. She is alone here. She cannot
see properly. We have to shout to her for her to hear. She is not allowed to
stay in our home. You never met her. Mom would also not permit me to meet her.
I felt sorry for her and wanted to give her some company. I know I have caused
you worry but there was no other way.”
Raju’s
grandma immediately remonstrated with him saying, “This is not the way to talk
to parents and I disapprove of it. You should not have left the house without
telling them. Apologize to them right
now in my presence,”
When Gopal
turned towards his wife, he found Savitri falling at the feet of the old lady
pleading for her forgiveness and begging her to come with them to their home
permanently.
When Raju
saw a trace of a smile on the wrinkled face of his grandma, he let out a shriek
of joy and promptly fell at the feet of his parents.
Now the old lady should refuse to go with Gopal and his wife. Let them stew a bit
ReplyDeleteSo intriguing and racy, setting my imagination wondering how old Raju would have been to decide if his ‘missing’ was innocuous or deliberate!!
ReplyDeleteClever plot, KP Sir!!
Very often, grandchildren are being denied the love and affection of their grand parents. This is mainly due to the unquestioned acceptance and adoption of western values by the older generation; resulting in parenting that is not in tune with Sanatan Dharma!!
ReplyDeleteDr. Janardhan N
Loneliness in old age is very depressing. A family should understand that and take care of their whole well being to keep them happy.
ReplyDeleteEvery family is different. They can work it out , according to their situations.
Happy ending story. 👍
Chitra
Communication within the family is rare nowadays and this story is fine example. Happy that the sordid drama ended well and Raju's parents realized their mistake. Now they should keep the love and affinity intact which will be a lesson for their child too. Beautiful narrative !
ReplyDeleteGopal was also not allowed to meet his mother. Gopal must be a wuss.
ReplyDeleteRight at the beginning, the mental peace of the reader is upset by the sudden disappearance of Raju, a boy of schoolgoing age, from his parental household without leaving behind any trace. However, the relief to the reader is thankfully provided by the chance discovery of Raju at his estranged grandmother's place within days.
ReplyDeleteThe reader is again rightfully dismayed to come to know that the equilibrium had primarily been disturbed by the hasty and impulsive decision by an immature boy to move over to his grandmother's place without giving any prior intimation to his parents. However, the same boy wins back love when the reader gets to know of the underlying reasons behind the ultimately not so impulsive decision and the happy fact that it led to the much desired reunion of the estranged members of the family.
All is well that ends well!
Nice story
ReplyDeleteVery nice story. Thank you. A.ramakrishnan.,Bangalore.
ReplyDeleteAll’s well that ends well. Very perceptive boy to feel for his grandmother but he didn’t realize his parents would be frantic..
ReplyDeleteSmall hidden nudges about values, parenting and society in the story!
Everybody has got their own problems. But Gopal should have kept contact with his mother, visited her and taken care of her. Old people should not be allowed to live alone. Normally, the grand children are close to their grand parents and vice versa. Hmmm....the child has taken proper action...thrilling narration! Thank you, Kp
ReplyDeleteEngaging story! I thought of different perspectives but found myself stumped! Eljee
ReplyDeleteIn a today's context several issues need elaboration as brought out in the blog story.
ReplyDeleteFirstly behaviour of over busy parents unable to communicate with their children. Students /children are overburdened with tight schedule of activities intended to prepare them for the future needs,as perceived by parents. Children seem to fall in line not necessarily out out their own conviction,but perforce to avoid the wrath of parents.
Secondly children unable to suppress own ideas seek shelter of grandparents or anyone who sympathises with their views,sometimes get misguided too. Today' children can't be taken for granted,as they have received exposure through several channels,like TV,smartphones,peer group activities ,unlike the past generation. Hence they are far more intelligent and able to devise their own strategies.
Thirdly, societal involvement or intervention continues even if it is out of curiosity as onlookers or with sincere attachments to happenings in the surrounding neighbourhood.
To conclude , the story has ended on a positive note ,but may not be so always,it can have several variations ,needs no elaboration for a fertile mind.
All's well that ends well. - Regards - Mahesh
ReplyDeleteNice story with a happy end. :)
ReplyDeleteChildren always exhibit the purest form of love. It was a story of both mystery and a life lesson.
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