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Daya came inside the house in extreme anger, upon entering the lounge he threw his backpack hardly; it hit the table attached to the wall. The vase on the table fell and broke into small pieces. Due to the noise mother came out her room; she was shocked after seeing the vase broken with Daya's backpack lying beside it on the floor. She saw her son in the state of extreme fury so decided to intervene.
She stepped forward and asked in a soft tone to handle her cheery young son's anger: kya hua beta itna gussy mai kyun ho? (signaled towards pieces of vase; Daya didn't paid any heed to her) or yeh kya kiya? Itna bhi kis baat ka gussa hai? (Remembered that today was her son's boxing match) or aapka to aj match tha na?
Listening to this he became angrier and threw a furious glance with red eyes to his mother.
The mother was taken aback by this act of her son. Her little son is more of a calm and cheerful boy; he does not involve himself in fighting with someone unnecessarily. He tends to be calmer even when someone fights with him. Being angry is her big baby's job it just does not suit her little baby.
She again tried a bit softer than before: kya hua Daya? Itny gussy mai kyun ho? (asked him politely) koi problem hai? (suggesting) Mai help kr skti hun?
Daya just threw her an ignorant angry glance and went inside his room shutting the door loudly side by side bolting it. Disha was now extremely worried. She looked at the closed door and then her sight went to the wall clock present there revealing it was 6:30 P. M. She went to the phone cradle and pick up the phone. She dialed the number but the receiver did not receive the call; she repeatedly tried but no one received the call. She anxiously started pacing down the lounge. Some minutes later, she again tried to call but the result was same; meanwhile she heard the loud sound of something breaking from Daya's room. She again gave a worried look to the door.
This time she went to his door and knocked it: Daya… (lovingly as she knew that her younger son perceive love and care more effectively than anger) beta darwaza kholo… (trying to calm him down) Mumma ko batao kiya hua hai… (again knocked) please mera baccha darwaza khol do… (in distress) Mumma pareshan ho rahi hain… (again trying) aik dafa bahar to aao na…
She was continuously trying hard to make him open the door when suddenly phone ranged. She rushed to the cradle and put the receiver on her ear; caller said "hello" but she did not let the caller complete his words: Jeet… Jeet jaldi sy ghar ao beta… (anxiously) jaldi ana beta…
Abhijeet tried to calm her: acha Maa mai aa raha hun… (asking) pr yeh to batain hua kiya hai…? (worried for her) aap theek to hain na?
Disha frustratingly: mai theek hun… tum bs ghar ao jaldi…
Abhijeet: mai aa raha hun… bs nikal he raha tha… (again tried to ask her the reason) lekin hua kiya hai… aap batain to sahi… (worriedly) mjhe pareshani ho rahi hai…
Disha took a deep breath to calm down: Jeet wo… wo Daya… wo…
Abhijeet got fretted: kiya hua Daya ko… (while starting his bike meantime)
Disha said cluelessly: pata nahi…
Listening to this he cut the call and rushed towards home. He covered the distance of 25 minutes in mere 15 minutes. Hurriedly he rushed inside and asked his mother about the situation prevailing.
Abhijeet tossed his helmet and keys at the center table: kiya hua hai… or Daya kahan hai? (at the same time the broken pieces of vase came in his proximity) yeh sb kiya hai…
Mother in tension grabbed his shoulder and narrated the whole while sweating profusely due to stress: pata nahi esa kiya hua hai jo itny gussy mai hai… (telling him) itna kahan gussa krta hai … shant rehny wala baccha hai mera… pata nahi kiya hua hai jo gussy mai aag bagula huye ja raha hai…
Abhijeet tried to relax her: Mai aa haya hun na… mai dekhta hun… (consoling her) aap shant ho jayein pehly… kuch nhi hua hai… (confidently) or na he kuch hoga… so don't worry… ok…
Disha nodded with tense eyes. Abhijeet knocked the door and asked in composed calm tone: Daya darwaza kholo… (again knocked) dekho darwaza kholo or mjhe batao k problem kiya hai?
But Daya did not to him, so he tried his next strategy: dekho agar ab tummy darwaza nahi khola na to mai tor dunga darwaza…
Finally, everyone heard something from Daya's mouth after being locked in his room for about two hours: chaplain jayein aap yahan sy… mjhe iss waqt kissi sy baat nahi krni… I want to be alone…
Abhijeet calmly: I will not let you be alone… agar do minute k andar andar tummy yeh darwaza na khola naa to mai darwaza tor k aa jaun ga… or tumhy pata hai mai esa he karun ga…
Inside Daya knew that his brother would do what he had said so he rashly rubbed his tears with his sleeves and slowly opened the door. His face was fully red stained with tears; his eyes were swollen due to extreme crying. His right hand had a small cut on it while his room looked like the waste-yard. The thing that particularly caught Abhijeet's eyes was that only boxing related things were crushed like all of his certificate frames were lying broken supposedly that came also from them, his punching bag's sand made the room look like the beach, his gloves were torn to pieces.
Daya planned to leave the house in hurry when Abhijeet caught ahold of his hand; he turned him towards himself and removed the tears, which again started to come out of his eyes. He made him sit on the sofa while Disha in worry came with a glass of water in an instant.
After all the silent comforting Abhijeet asked him about what happened which made him so mad: kiya hua bacchy esa kiya hua k itna gussa a gaya mere bhai ko? (expecting an answer) hmmm…
Daya took a deep breath to avoid the anger bout he was sure to have if he talks about that: us Ravi ny cheating ki hai match mai… (angrily) because of him I lost… (told him in detail) he hit me on the head which is against the rules… referee ny ussy warning bhi di thi lekin aapko to pata hai na iss k liye wo disqualify nahi ho skta… ussny phir sy mjhe maara sir pe…
Abhijeet questioned: to kiya hua haan tum phir bhi to jeet skty thy na… or yeh hit to tumhary liye advantage tha na… usky marks to katy hongy na warnings pe… phir kyun haar gaye tum…
Daya in wet tone: aapko pata hai usny itni zor sy maara mere sar pe k mera dimagh he ghoom gaya aik dafa to… mjhe chakkar anny lagay… jesy he us Ravi ny yeh dekha usny mokky ka faida uthaya or mjhe stomach pe hit kiya… I lost the balance and he dealt it with the final hard blow on my back… mai haar gaya match… (in extreme rage) man kr raha hai k uss Ravi ka murder kr dun… Uski wajah sy mai haar gaya aaj…
Abhijeet tried to make him understand that it's only a match not a matter of life or death: phir kya hua agar aap haar bhi gaye to… khail mai haar jeet to hoti rehti hai na… (lecturing him) agar hr haar pe iss tarhan ka reaction dogy to iska matlab yeh hoga k aap k andar harny ki tolerance nahi hai? Aik acha sportsman esy react nahi krta… (put his own arm on Daya's shoulder with) or mera bhai to aik behtareen sportsman hai… I did not expect this kind of reaction from you ever… (asking him the reason in politeness; Abhijeet knew that there if he asked him with anger Daya will not listen to him ) itna gussa kyun aa gaya aap ko? Pehly bhi to kai dafa matches haary ho aap? Pehly to kabhi itna rash reaction kabhi diya to aaj kiya ho gaya mere champ ko…?
Daya with down head in guilt replied: I know I was rash… lekin pata nahi achanak kiya ho gaya tha mjhe… mujhe pata hai khail mai haar jeet hoti rehti hai... Or mai humesha dono possibilities k liye ready rehta hun... Lekin aj itna gussa kesy aa gaya… I did not even realized k mai itny gussy mai hun…
Abhijeet pinched his nose with love: mere chotu ki naak pe yeh gussa bilkul acha nahi lagata… mjhe to apna shant sa sharati sa dumbo he pasand hai… yeh gussy wala Daya to pata nahi kahan sy aa gaya aaj acahanak…
Disha also heaved a sigh of relief: shuker hai iska gussa shant hua… mai to pareshaan he ho gai thi k achanak sy kiya ho gaya subah to itna shant or muskurata hua beta maine rukhsat kiya tha or sham mai aaya yeh… (slapped lightly on his head) gussy sy laal angara hua Daya (complaining) jisny apni Maa ki ore aik dafa dekha bhi nahi theek sy k wo kitni pareshan hai apny bety ko leke… bs aankhain dikhai or chaal gaya kamry mai…
Daya stood up and hugged his mother in tears: sorry Mumma… pata nahi kiya ho gaya tha mjhe achanak… aap hurt ho gayin na mere behavior sy?
Disha patted his back lovingly: mjhe bs meray hastay kheltay bacchy chahiye baki sb ka mjhe nahi maloom… jb mai mer e bacchy khush to mai khush… (in pain) or agar mere bacchy udass to Maa bhi udass ho jati hai… ainda kabhi iss tarhan sy nahi krna theek hai…
Daya nodded. Abhijeet also stood up: chalo bhai ab yeh sb ho gaya ho to khana kha lain? (rubbing his tummy) mjhe to bht bhook lag rahi hai… (eyeing daya) or wese bhi khany k baad Daya ko bht kaam hai…
Daya looked at him confusingly: kyun mjhe kiya kaam hai bhala…
Abhijeet taunted: kyun bhai wo vase tora hai or kamry ko kabar khanna bnaya hai wo sb kon saaf kary ga? Sahab k farishty?
Daya looked at him annoyingly: hunh… (he did not argue as he knew that it is his responsibility to clean after his own mess)…
Everyone left from there. Abhijeet took care of Daya's hand's first aid.
After dinner Abhijeet helped Daya in cleaning his room.
When everybody went to sleep Daya secretly went to kitchen; removed the first aid box and took a pain killer. He ate the tablet and left to sleep.
"Life is precious and there is not a lot of room for anger" – Fran Drescher
A/N:
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