4 July 2008

The Mystery VII

“Your Dad. Okay so?” asked Nathan.

“Well…There are some bad things he had done and that is why we left him. But now he has returned and I am scared,” said a frank Mohit.

“What did he do?” questioned Arika.

Mohit was too weak to answer that. He left the room. He couldn’t hold himself anymore. Arika went behind him. She said, “Drona you stay here and I’ll see what’s up with him.”

Mohit was sitting on a chair in the corner of the hospital lobby. He was crying. It is like the horrible feeling of being announced the king of the world, but being robbed of the title the very next day. For the first time in his life he felt that he belonged. He was happy to know that someone had his back. He was overjoyed with his immediate acceptance; but now realized that no matter how beautiful the journey is, you always have to return home.

Arika spotted him. She took a glass of water and approached him.

“You cool?”

“No. Not at all,” he sobbed.

“Okay we are the super-kids, we’ll sort this out.”

“We cannot. We can never. I must go home.”

“But if you just tell me, maybe I can…”

“You want to know what he did. He attacked me. Yes. I am a victim of Child Abuse. Happy?” cried an angry and hurt Mohit.

Arika did not know what to say. She was zapped with what she had just heard. She didn’t know what to say. Whenever we come across any horrid news that dads kill nice children or vice versa, we never once nightmare (opposite of dream) that it would happen to us. It was like that, being hit with the stark reality.

Unaware of what to do, she just hugged him, hoping that it would reduce the damage if not repair it. For the longest period of time, or maybe it seemed longer, Mohit cried into the arms of Arika. He was desperately trying that the pain should go, but grief is a stubborn and malicious feeling.

“I must go home, Mom is all alone and he must be coming again and again. He must want to see me, though I don’t want to see him. This has to end now,” he said bravely.

“Well Superman, you aren’t going anywhere all alone. We never know what psycho-dad might do,” said the rationalist.

“Arika…why does this have to happen to me?”

“We’ll worry about that later. Let’s see what we can do now. Okay I have thought of something. Listen carefully. You go home now, but all of us will also go. School is off tomorrow, so Drona will stay with you tonight. Let’s ask him if he can, though it’s just a formality.”

Mohit had calmed down by now. He was ever so determined to face the music. They reached Nathan’s room. The two of them had been awaiting them. The last sentence was funny.

“Hi Nathan! I guess you’ll have to excuse us all. I know you have recovered and we should party, but we are not the ever-free people. I am so sorry but something urgent has come up. Now if Drona would not stop admiring you, we could get to work,” said an amusing Arika.

“Ok you can go, but would you care to tell us what’s going on?” asked Nathan.

“We don’t have time for that. I’ll tell you tomorrow. DRONA!!”

Scared to death, Drona said goodbye to Nathan and went towards the group. All of them waved at Nathan and wished him a speedy recovery. They were now moving towards Arika’s car, which was in the parking lot.

“Ok Mr. Drona call your mother and tell her to pack your night suit and a change of clothes, you are staying at Mohit’s house tonight.”

Mohit started giggling.

“What are you giggling at? It is your crisis we are solving. Yes, so where was I. Mohit and his Mom had left his Dad because he apparently tried to abuse Mohit. Now that he has returned, we fear he might try to harm him. So you stay with him tonight for moral support and tomorrow all of us meet Daddy dearest and teach him a lesson for life. Plan Clear?”

“I-I captain” said Drona.

Drona made the call. All of them sat in Arika’s car. They collected the clothes.

“It’s a slumber party. Woo-ho” mocked Drona. All of them laughed. The car ride was gloomy and silent. All of them had so many conflicts in their mind and in their life. They had to fight all of them, alone or together. They soon stopped at Mohit’s house.

“Best of luck and don’t worry. Everything will be fine,” said Arika.

Both of them smiled.

Mohit rang the doorbell. Her mom opened the door and hugged Mohit.

“This will be over soon. I promise,” she consoled.

She then welcomed Drona and thanked him for coming over and helping Mohit out. She was a bold woman. She could have faced Mohit’s dad all by herself, but she feared that her son would live with the horror of his Dad returning to him. She feared he might never learn to fight.

All of them skipped dinner. Their troubles had occupied too much of their mind, to even feel the groaning of the stomach. Drona and Mohit went to the bedroom. Both of them lay on the bad, wide-awake.

“So how did it go with Nathan?” asked Mohit.

Drona narrated all that had happened. He was happy for him; though full of pity for himself. Suddenly Mohit’s cell phone vibrated. He had received a text message.

"Don’t you want to meet son?”

Mohit looked at Drona.

“The last time, someone lay on this bed with me—it was my dad. He tried to…”

“Hey! I won’t do that. Cheer up! My first time will be special and certainly not with you!”


“Good Night and remember all of us are here to help you.”

“Good Night and Thanks.”

They pretended that they were sleeping. So much had happened in a day.

Confessions, revival of the retrospective, schemes to face the world and burying of truths. Are these the lives of normal teenagers? Is this story the plot of some soap? Does this happen in real life? Is it possible that a bunch of teenagers face all the problems of the world per se rash driving, lying semi dead on hospital beds, having mad parentage and being a friend to all of them? I don’t know how much you relate to this, or that you just stick around because it’s interesting and is beautifully woven with magical words; but I know I had to express myself and did the right thing by writing what I am murmuring right now. The probability of this story being true might be zero, but that doesn’t stop me from writing. Maybe that’s also what keeps Ekta Kapoor going. I don’t know, nor do I want to. I just hope you like this. Thanks for reading, but there is a lot more to wait for.


Ahana Datta said...

yabadabadoooo...thank gawd u didnt stick to the sad ending......alls well that ends well(in true shakespeare style!)

Rohan Chawla said...


It hasn't ended......the ending was just a note from me in b/w......
bt if you still feel it should...let's see

Vasudha said...

finally i've read it..itz gud yaar..d note frm u wuz very nicely ritten :)

Rohan Chawla said...


I am happy that you have.....thnxz....i thot the note was necessary.....thnx agn...will follow u up with every new post.....