-Biswadeep
Ghosh Hazra
42
lacks; the exact amount of the jewellery which went missing from the Dixit
household; while Mr.Dixit was worried about his set back in the financial
terms, Mrs. Dixit was too broken to console; she had lost her son. In between
cries and being oblivious, all she could remember was Sameer’s face.
Mrs.
Dixit: Where could my Sameer be? Please tell the police to do something, I
cannot live without him…
Mr.Dixit:
What do you think I’ve been doing for the past three and a half hours? After
all he loved her wife and did everything on her terms…
Sameer
was impregnated with sadness as he looked at his mother’s expensive gold
jewellery; was the decision which he took the right one? Hardly… Behind him
standing were Ramu and Shyamal, Sameer’s sole reason for his presence with
them. They were carrying their previous day’s loot in a sack- the result of
inadvertent planning. Sameer sat beside the tracks, his eyes glued to the
boisterous landscape, and he reminisced about the event which occurred
yesterday’s night.
Ramu:
Be jovial boy! You have a fortune now; you can go wherever you want, do
whatever you want to do! Be happy… After all it was your decision to come with
us.
Shyamal:
*Chere de oke, Chora ke decide korte de ki korbe abar nijer life niye* (Leave
him alone, let the brat decide what to do with his life now)
The
last words hit Sameer spasmodically as he again travelled back in time to the
incident that led him sitting beside a railway track and not in his cozy and
comfortable home. Sameer did not like being bossed about the things he wanted
to do or even had the wish of doing, he was stubborn, inimitable, and always
listened to himself and did not pay heed to anybody else. Sameer considered
himself totally aloof from the world, cut off from everybody except his
superheroes; superheroes here being the superhero toys he had savored over the
years-They were his constant companion.
“What
have you done now?”
asked a furious Mr.Dixit enraged to the point where his ears were getting red
by the seconds…Supposedly a call from the principle of Sameer’s school was the
cause of his anger-Sameer’s mother too joined his husband in scolding him. That
night Sameer cried hard and promised himself (and his superheroes), he would
leave this hell and find a home for himself- he had immature ideas; but he was
only thirteen.
Today
he felt 14 lacks was so much worse than his mother’s lap, the warmth of the
food she made, it all made him go back to their opulent house. 42 lacks was to
be equally divided between the trio and each would get 14 lacks.
That
night he heard someone making a sound like scratching a metallic
surface-curious as he was he heard suppressed conversations…
Ramu
(showing a key like structure to Shyamal): *Ei gadha ai ta die hobe Na kaaj,
master key ta baar kor…” (You donkey, we need the master key, this would not
serve the purpose).
Shyamal
(Taking out something which Ramu referred as the master key): This safe is hard
to break, looks like this safe is extremely safe!!!
Sameer:
6840, it is the safe’s code…
The
two thieves staredat each other in wild amazement with gaping mouths, when Ramu
(the sensible and the wiser of the two) tried the code out of sheer instinct-
Shyamal:
Who are you and why are you being benign with us?
Sameer:
Let’s say I had a bad day…
When
the two thieves saw the open vault, madness overtook them and as if in a fit
they poured everything into the sack which they had brought, at last when took
every last jewellery and the money they turned around to bade farewell to
little Sameer, but shockingly enough he was not there. Alarmed and knocking in
fear they both decided to call it off and set out of the house.
Outside
they found Sameer waiting for them ready to depart with his bag of superheroes
and a loot-
Sameer:
You have two options, either take me with you or I shout at the top of my voice
and you both bear the consequences.
They
did not have a choice…Sameer set out with the duo, it looked like Mr. and Mrs.
Dixit had to pay a hefty price for adopting Sameer.
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