The Indian Tartufe II
“You know I disowned him from my family. My kids say I am being too harsh on him”
This topic was not what I wanted to talk on. It made me uncomfortable but it was hard on him and I could see that.
“Do, you think I am being too harsh on him?”
“Well, he is your.. son, no matter what.”
“Well, I am not saying he is not my son. This is not allowed in my culture in India.What will people say back there? He has to follow his culture and I am all open to him provided he changes himself”
“Well, he is raised in Western culture. You cannot accept..him to follow Indian culture”
“True. Do you know I had a heart attack when I found this?”
“Yes. I was in comma for 40 days. All had given hope and they asked my wife to let me go. But she declined and I woke on the 41st day.”
“Oh, thats really bad.”
“You know my son moved in with his boyfriend. I told him do whatever you want but don’t show me your ugly face.”
“Thats harsh, indeed”
“He costed me my marriage. Few days back I called the lawyer and changed the will. My wife got real angry on me and I asked her to keep her mouth shut or I would divorce her. You know in Indian marriage, husband’s word is final. hehe”
Honestly, I had no words to carry on the conversation. I was tired of listening. It was not only me listening but the whole bus unable to grab some sleep. I tried to tell him how tired I was and how badly I craved for sleep, in vain ofcourse. He had so much more to tell. Following one’s own advice is a matter of impossibility.
He later on started talking about Indian movies and how they had situationless songs and dance. He also said he could never get into all that stuff. And then he started listing all the old actresses, couple of which I had never heard. He told his parents were old and that he had to put them in an old-age despite the fact it was not allowed in Indian culture. He talked about how people got looted in Mumbai when they asked others to take care of their luggage. He then went out to smoke asking me to take care of his luggage in the bus. I don’t know if he asked me to do that because I was an Indian or because we were not in Mumbai. Thus, we met and departed without a farewell.
Sometimes, people want to talk their hearts out. And doing that to a stranger is way too easy. People ridicule themselves, by choice or unknowingly. They entertain you, bother you and they empty their heavy minds.
But yes, your children are your shadow – sometimes short, sometimes long.