“But look around! You’re just 24, and own a fancy
apartment located in one of the most happening neighborhoods of Gurgaon,” Vikrant said, almost spilling a part of the beer froth he had
created in the glass during his animated discussion with Rocky.
“He’s right! You shouldn’t be complaining about a mere
position in the company when you have such a grand lifestyle gifted to you by your
father,” added Saaqib.
Rocky didn’t say a word, but was visibly shaking with anger.
Today his father did what he had been doing unfailingly since the past many years;
snatched away another dream of Rocky and gifted it to his brother. The younger
son of the Malhotra clan was nominated as a partner to the family business,
while Rocky remained a mere salaried employee.
“I don’t even have my own room… have to share one with my moody
sister,” Vikrant sighed as he fiddled with the unlit cigarette in his hand innately.
Vikrant and Saaqib were Rocky’s childhood friends, and both
of them did not have a steady job. In order to sustain their high-class lifestyles,
they inseparably stuck to Rocky like starved leeches.
“Do you know how much money he will make as a partner?”
Rocky murmured. “A fucking two lakh rupees every month plus a share of the
profit! While I, his elder brother, will have to be content with the peanuts
that are thrown at me.”
The cacophony of the evening traffic filled the terrace
where the three friends had gathered for their ritualistic Friday rendezvous. But,
compared to Rocky’s outburst, the concoction of honks, snarls and modified
silencer pipes sounded like a soothing buzz.
“And to make matters worse, dad has put up this apartment for rent, and asked me to move in with him next month! Once that happens, you guys
can bid adieu to our booze fests.”
Rocky’s friends were taken aback. They exchanged
glances, not knowing what to say. Vikrant placed his glass precariously on the
fence and broke the silence, “But you are an independent adult! Your father
cannot control your life like this…”
“You know how much my dad cares about my wishes. Two years
ago I had to blackmail him by putting his gun to my head and threatening to
shoot myself. That’s how he had agreed for me to move here!”
“Why don’t you do that again?” exclaimed Saaqib.
“He won’t buy that tactic any longer. And things have become
so sour between us now, he would hardly care even if I shoot myself.”
The anger on Rocky’s face was apparent, but what was not visible
was the anxiety his statement had drilled into his friends, which they were
trying to cover behind a screen of drunkenness. Vikrant
refilled Rocky’s empty glass. He downed it in three quick gulps.
“I know what I can do to get closure from my misery…” Rocky
said with a gleam in his eye. “This time I will put the gun to dad’s
head instead!”
* * *
“If your father doesn’t have a legal-will in place, then all
his possessions will be equally distributed between your brother and you,” Saaqib
stated, simultaneously using his smartphone to conduct a research on wills and
inheritance laws.
As the evening transformed into night, Vikrant, Saaqib and
Rocky became more determined that the threat of killing his father, Rocky had snapped
at the spur of the moment, was in reality an excellent idea. Rocky would, once
and for all, be free of the prejudice his father had been showering on his younger
son. And, Vikrant and Saaqib would not be deprived of the addictive luxuries, they
had been receiving from their friend, lifelong.
It took the three friends only an hour, and six bottles of
beers between them, to cultivate the idea into a sophisticated crime-plan. Which, according to them, was fool-proof and nobody would suspect Rocky to have
conspired to kill his own father. Rocky’s father wasn’t to see the light of next
day.
“Where does your father usually keep his gun?” Saaqib, who seemed
a bit nervous now, asked. Rocky was driving the car with Vikrant sitting
next to him, holding a knife he had picked up from the kitchen in one hand and a
screw driver from the car’s tool-kit in the other.
“Dad keeps his gun inside the top-most drawer of the bar
cabinet. It will be easy for you to locate it after you enter his room.”
“But as per our plan, let’s stick to using these instead of
waking up the neighborhood with a gunshot,” reiterated Saaqib, snatching the
knife from Vikrant’s hand. The rest nodded, seemingly in a trance.
“Do you see that window... the one with a dim light on?” Rocky pointed towards the first floor
of the lavish bungalow. He had parked his car away from the street light, right outside the ‘Malhotra Villa’. “Probably dad
is enjoying a drink tonight. That’ll make your job easier and his death less
painful; now that’s what we call a win-win situation.”
“What about your brother? Where would he be?” Saaqib asked.
“It’s well past midnight now. That dumb-ass would be fast asleep,
don’t worry!”
Fishing out a bunch of keys from the glove compartment and
handing it to Vikrant, Rocky signaled his friends to step out of the car. “The
big one is for the lock at the main gate, and the small one opens the door. The
staircase on the left side of the door will lead you to dad’s room. Make
it fast and keep it clean!”
As his friends disappeared inside the dark ground floor of the bungalow, Rocky sat in an attentive stance – with one eye on the rear view mirror
and the other on the street ahead. The locality was one of the poshest in
Delhi, inhabited by only the rich and the famous who had very well adapted the
practice of minding their own businesses. There was an eerie silence in the
neighborhood, one which was occasionally shattered only by the utterly old watchman blowing his rattling whistle during his ceremonial round.
* * *
Taking into account the scenario, it was obvious for Rocky
to get startled by the knock on his car window. Standing outside the car was his father,
sporting a brown shawl and with reading glasses perched upon his bald head.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Rocky was hit by this
imminent question as soon as he rolled the window down.
“I… err… I was planning to come home, but then changed my
mind.”
“What! At this hour! Have you been drinking again?” said his
father as he opened the car door and stepped inside to snuggle up in the seat
next to Rocky’s.
“I am not liable to answer your every question, dad!”
“What did I do wrong while raising you? I would
have been grateful to God had you possessed even a fraction of the courteousness
your younger brother exhibits!”
“Dad, please! Don’t start harping praises about Anuj. One
can exhibit only that amount of courteousness which is directly proportional to
the amount of money and love you shower on him.”
“Oh, so it is about
that! Look at yourself… do you really consider yourself adept of stepping into
the shoes of the partner in my organization? You have to earn a position like
that with hard-work and trustworthiness, son!”
“I have always tried my best to meet your expectations, but
fallen short. Dad, accept it… you are just too blinded in the love of your ‘better and more capable’ son, Anuj, to ever notice my flawlessness!”
“Am I? Oh, am I? Which son of mine was pushed to the best
and the most expensive college in town, purely based on my contacts? Who of my
two sons received a car of his own as soon as he asked for it? And what did you
do? …dropped out of college and toiled around with those loser friends of
yours!” Rocky’s father clenched his fist around the gear stick to control his
hyper state. “Till her last breath your mother warned me that I was spoiling
you, but I never listened to her.”
“If you really care about my well-being, then why do you
want to snatch away the apartment from me? Why do you want to keep me deprived
of money?” Rocky asked in a bid to divert his father’s attention away from the
gate, lest his friends would step out.
“Because I am aware how your loser friends are fleecing you.
You are nothing more than a hen who is laying golden eggs for them!”
Rocky heaved a sigh and shook his head in frustration. He
didn’t like anyone, especially his father, preaching him or pointing a finger
at his friends. More than that, he was done arguing for the day. He sneaked a
glance at his watch, followed by one at the window of his father’s room. Fifteen minutes had passed since his friends had entered the house! What were
they up to? Would it be a good idea to send his father back home into the preying
arms of Vikrant and Saaqib? But what if he raised an alarm on noticing the
unlocked gate and open door?
After a moment of consideration, Rocky typed ‘ABORT PLAN.
FLEE FROM BACKDOOR’ in his mobile phone.
“Years ago your mother had found some strips of an unknown medicine
in your college bag. On consulting the doctor we came to know that you were
addicted to abusive substances, but your aloofness prevented us from
confronting you.”
Rocky looked at his father in awe!
“The stress owing to this broke down your mother and killed her
eventually. I may have been wrong in my way of dealing with the situation, but I restricted the flow of
money to you in order to stop your addiction.”
Rocky again read the message he had typed, addressed it to Vikrant
before clicking the ‘send’ button. No sooner had he done that, a gunshot reverberated
in the vicinity. It prominently came from his father’s room.
In a reflex Rocky turned towards his father but, to his bewilderment, found the
seat next to him vacant. His father was nowhere to be seen!
Rocky was so dazed that he did not see his friends rushing
out of the house, running towards him with waving hands and barging into the
car. He had to be shaken awake from his unnerved state and yelled at before he
could start the car and flee from the scene with Vikrant and Saaqib.
A lot of questions were pounding inside Rocky’s head: Where
did his dad come from in the middle of the night? Subsequently, how did he
disappear into thin air suddenly? Whom did his friends shoot?
* * *
Vikrant turned towards Rocky and started narrating the
episode in excitement, “We had attacked your father with both our weapons, and
were pretty sure that he was dead. But the old man was more stubborn than we
had anticipated.”
“Are you hundred percent sure that it was my dad who was
present in the room?”
“What makes you ask this silly question, Rocky? Of course it
was him,” replied Vikrant. “After attacking him, we scavenged for money and valuables
from your father’s closet.”
"That was a spontaneous master-stroke which I
introduced into the plan,” Saaqib added with a smirk on his face. “With this
stroke, not only did we lay our hands on some riches, but also succeeded to
paint a false coat of burglary motive on the killing.”
“Was there ample lighting in the room to ensure that none of
you made any mistake in identifying my dad?”
“Rocky, what’s wrong with you! We clearly saw your father’s
face… before and after killing him,” exclaimed Saaqib.
“Finally when we wrapped up the loot and were about to step
out, I saw your father’s fingers move. Since he had seen our faces, I drew out
the gun from his cabinet and shot a bullet to his heart. Under no circumstance
could we take chances, you know,” Vikrant concluded the story.
Rocky drove on unabatedly. He had ultimately attained closure
by getting rid of the heaviest shackle of his life. Perhaps his father too achieved closure by speaking his heart out to his elder son tonight. If
everyone achieved what they had wished for, why did Rocky have to blink
profusely to withdraw the drop of tear that had formed in his eyes?
* * *
