Stolen Innocence
August.2010. Mumbai.Oshiwara @tarabiswal
Entering into Ajala Residency I
heard Gopal, the apartment caretaker, crying in dismay. “The verandah pots are
stolen” he gave the verdict, “I am telling you Sirji this place is swarming with thieves”. I made a face of despair
while going inside the lift. Indeed the plants give you a good head start
everyday by refreshing you which made me thinking while the lift moved on to
the tenth floor to room no 1014. This Flat was at present “Casa de Tara” has an amazing view of the Mumbai skyline.
Sikander our cook got me my
evening coffee after I refreshed. I was by the balcony when I heard him yelling
at someone “Get lost”, he shouted “And never again I want to see your face”. I went to the front room and saw his outburst was
at a girl, hardly 10 yrs old and a boy perhaps her younger brother. The bare-foot
children wore dirty clothes and carried a lot of dust in their hair. Sikander
was now in the intercom and I understood he was about to call the caretaker or
the front guard room to yell at them because they allowed the kids to enter. However
I stopped him and instructed to bring the kids inside. I checked for some of my
old clothes and called Rana my flat mate if he could spare any. I had Canvas
shoes which I hardly ever wear as I had bought in the last days of my Masters and
now don’t get much time to enjoy them. So I decided to give it to the kids.
All this time Sikander was giving
me advice as how the kids are all thieves and now I have allowed them inside
the house. I said “They are small children who yet don’t have the insight of treachery.
Now don’t be stupid go see if you can make some snacks for them”. It’s like the
final blow on Sikander and he looked me in disgust but nevertheless went as
ordered. I got few T-shirts and the canvass and put them inside a polybag and
gave them to the kids, by the time Sikander made them few toasts. The kids
introduced me their name, the girl’s name was Shilpa and her brother’s name was
Samir. After finishing their snacks they left. Sikander again started ‘these
kids are like informers to the thieves who get information from them’.
After Rana came from office we
went outside to enjoy the night life of the blessed metro. It was almost 11 PM
when we returned we found the doors opened and Sikander standing outside and
beside them were the two kids. I suddenly thought ‘it was a mistake to allow
them inside’.
Sikander, “There father had
beaten them thinking they stole the shoes, he had beaten them with the shoe you
gave them”. I could not help admiring their father for being so strongly
against stealing but I did not understand why he failed to trust his own
child.
They were still crying and Rana told
me “So charity backfired huh!!” and we all went along with the kids to their
home which was in the nearby slum. Met with the father and convinced him. He offered
us chai and we took it standing outside their small tin cabin as home. The kids
were still sobbing in the corner. Their father was rickshaw driver by profession
and he went on with his aspirations and his desires for his kids and then
started cursing the government, the society and nearly everything.
We returned back and went to
sleep. Late at night while I was twitching and twisting in the bed because
unknown restlessness I had so many questions.
Who stole their childhood? I wondered.
Was it because of people like Gopal? Was it Sikander? Was it their father? Then
I remembered a quote I read somewhere, “We human beings, as individuals, are
totally responsible for the state of the world.”
Oh my God! Was it I?
“You said it right, Gopal,” I
confessed, “this place is swarming with
thieves.”
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