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Desire to have parents
who conform SUVIR was a lonely child who missed having a sibling to play with. He tried telling his parents how much he loved going to his friends’ houses where everyone had a kid brother or sister to keep them company while he had to depend on others to give him their time. But his parents laughed it off telling him they were his best friends. Besides, didn’t he have all those imported toys, video games and a retinue of uniformed servants to play with him? Suvir was never convinced. He still yearned to play marbles, hide n’ seek, mohalla cricket and antakshri with the others. He remembered how he
once took the liberty of inviting boys and girls who lived in the
colony across to the screening of the latest film on the new DVD
player his father had gifted him on his 13th birthday. His mother was
shocked at the "ordinariness" of the children her precious
son kept company with. How come no one had brought to her notice that
it was these kids he was spending his evenings with. Her icy cold
demeanour was not lost on the little guests. Though they did not say
anything to Suvir, he sensed their discomfort. Seeing them shrivel on
the English leather sofas, for an instant he hated his mother for
standing there in her fancy western outfit, wearing that intimidating
perfume, unfriendly 6" stilettos and a haughty disdainful look,
looking a caricature straight out of a horror film. Much to everyone’s
visible sigh of relief, she soon stomped out, sending the servant with
a tray of goodies instead, though no one was really hungry. They had
suddenly lost their appetite and interest in the film. Suvir tried
inviting them over on many occasions but they always had an excuse.
However, they did not mind his playing with them. Soon the ice melted
and Suvir learnt his first lesson on doing the things he liked doing
and taking a stand without creating a scene. When his mother demanded
an explanation, rather than get agitated or sarcastic, he firmly and
politely told her what he was doing with his spare time and who he was
choosing to spend it with. There was no shame, embarrassment or guilt
in the young lad’s eyes. Seeing the finality in his demeanour, his
mother knew that somewhere something had snapped between them. There
was a part of him she could never hope to reach and that the distance
would only get wider with time. |
When Suvir fell in love with Lara, one of Allen’s cousins he knew that this was one decision his parents were not going to take lying down. Yet, he was certain that he was doing the right thing. He hated his parents’ pretentious lifestyle, their made-up faces and their parroting of things that were considered socially appropriate. There was no spontaneity and warmth in their interactions. He had, on any number of occasion, been embarrassed by them. When he was younger, he used to cry into his pillow lulling himself to sleep, dreaming of a mother who was like other mums. How he loved seeing Raju’s or Monika’s mums who though they were portly and matronly in their ordinary sarees and salwar kameez, forking out an unending line up of aaloo ka paranthas for the famished friends of their children, were actually far more attractive and welcoming to his innocent eyes than his own mother who spent four hours in a gym, was obsessive about her diet, keeping all servants on tenterhooks and putting poor little Suvir on food which he didn’t find palatable in the least. He remembered how he loved going to the servant’s quarters and eating their food for he didn’t relish the Continental, Thai and other fashionable cuisines which were prepared in his household. When his parents came to his school for the parent teacher meeting, they were more bothered about how they were looking, the kind of impression they were likely to make and the sort of feedback they expected from teachers. They rarely tried looking at what Suvir wanted. And when his teachers complained that he wasn’t paying attention in class or that he could do much better, they were hardly listening. They knew their son was eventually going to look after their business and school was just a place to be before they sent him on a fully paid education abroad so that his credentials were in place and he was ready to marry the girl they thought would be best for them. Suvir actually wanted his parents to pull his ears, sit him down and ask him why his grades were slipping. Other so called "ordinary" mothers would spend hours with the teachers finding out why exactly their child’s performance had slipped and where he had lost marks. They scanned answer sheets and together with the child tried plugging loopholes. Seeing fathers and mothers accompany their children to meetings or seeing them watch their performances at the annual function with tears glistening in their eyes, hugging them and sharing a unique bond, he felt anguished at what they had and he didn’t. The times his father hugged him, Suvir instead of feeling comforted or loved felt choked and angry for it was always for effect. By virtue of being their son and legal heir, Suvir was an expensive showpiece for display. Lara was neither strikingly beautiful
nor did she come from a rich family. But he felt nice being with her.
She was vivacious, outgoing, friendly and uncomplicated. For the first
time in his life, he felt that this was the only person who could fill
in the gaps he had in his mind and heart. She could complete him and be
an extension to his self. She understood him and when he was with her,
his laughter actually reached his eyes. Without having shared with her
his painful childhood, he knew that she understood. For, Suvir, his
parents sprawling legacy was not important. What mattered was the
companionship of a person who loved him for what he was and who could
help him come out of his self- imposed shell. The logical part of him
knew that he was putting too much premium on a relationship that had
only just begun. To expect Lara to be all of this was being unfair to
her. But he knew that with her by his side he could take on the world
and evolve into a whole person. The more he saw her the more convinced
he became that in some magical way she would reach out to his parents
too and make them shed their artificiality. But, for now all he wanted
was to be allowed to have her by his side. |