SR turns a new leaf-Part I

SR turns a new leaf-Part I

29 Oct , 2015

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SR entered his home… gave a nod to his domestic help Ramesh who had answered the doorbell. There were envelopes lying on the chest of drawers just next to the entry door. Three of them were marked “Confidential”. He knew what they were. He collected those three and asked Ramesh to take the other unmarked ones to his study. He directly headed towards his “Den” and locked it from inside. He opened the refrigerator, grabbed his diet coke and seated himself on his recliner and pulled out his special magnifying glass from a drawer of a nearby side table. He then searched the three envelopes for the mark that could only be read by that magnifying glass.

One of the envelopes contained the information about a politician’s illegitimate daughter with an actress, the other had the information about that big scandal that SR assumed would shortly take the world by storm and the third with initials marked AD in the most miniscule of writings belonged……. to Ashvin Devkar. His heart burned with the same fire…… the fire of jealousy. He cursed Devkar under his breath: “You Dog! Now is the moment of truth. You stole my love from me. I will snatch her back from you.”

The envelope had a DVD and all the papers that included his account statements, his investments, financial statements of the theatre and other information regarding the income of the theatre group. He pulled out the DVD and inserted it into its slot… switched on the projector and stared at the screen.

A simple house stared back at him: humble and extremely ordinary. Bose’s agent rung the doorbell. A girl in her teens (exact replica of Dhaara) answered it. She seemed confused (obviously she didn’t know the man). The man’s voice said: “Hello! I am James Turner….Reporter and presenter at India Tez News. I wanted to interview your father for one of our theatre based shows.”
“Oh.. i will just…..” the girl started.

A voice from one of the rooms called out: “Who is it Aashi?”
“Some reporter who wants to interview you” Aashi replied.
A man came to the door…. a man with a salt and pepper beard neatly trimmed, large honey coloured eyes…hidden behind rimless spectacles. He smiled at the man standing outside. A smile that was innocent as a five-year-old’s!

The man repeated: “Hello Mr. Devkar! I am James Turner….Reporter and presenter at India Tez News. I wished to interview you for one of our shows.”
Ashwin ushered him in saying: “I am not somebody great whom you would like to interview. I am just another person dedicated to the cause of saving theatre as a performing art. Please come in. Have a seat. Aashi bring something cold for our guest.”

Their house came in view of the camera that SR’s man was hiding somewhere. The interior was so…. simple… yes extraordinarily simple…. but there was tidiness and harmony in it. The drawing room had simple cane furniture with some traditional Rajasthani Bani-Thani paintings adorning one wall. Another wall had a family picture framed in solid wooden frame. In the background SR could see Dhaara doing the dishes with her elder daughter (MY Dhaara is doing the dishes! that crook can’t even afford a domestic help… that miser!).

He felt a pang watching Dhaara doing the dishes. Devkar turned back and introduced: “That’s my wife Dhaara. You may know her. She was felicitated just a few days back for her work in the field of theatre and that young girl is my elder daughter Disha.” Both Dhaara and Disha (who had her father’s facial features) waved at the man… with hands full of soap but a face lit with such happiness that SR could not comprehend.

“It’s their turn to do the dishes. Me n Aashi take the evening shift.” Devkar said with a wink and all four of them laughed. That laughter made SR uncomfortable.
“Huh!” Turner managed to utter only this.
“Actually Papa doesn’t believe in hiring servants or domestic help you see. He says God has given all of us enough strength and time to do our chores on our own. So we have never had any maids and we divide all household work amongst ourselves and do it happily.” Aashi replied looking lovingly at her father.

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