It’s like you don’t bash a mate for forgetting your birthday but breakup with a fiancée for it!!
Though with not a bling-bling financial status, the family was happy. Mehta ji’s grandson was very close to him and the family gelled in together very well. The family was contended and peace loving. There was trust and love blossomed among the family members. Even small decisions were discussed openly and each member’s view was considered. Even matters like buying jewelry for spouses were shared openly by the men. There was nothing to hide. Each young couple had a room of their own, Mehta ji slept in the guest room with his wife. It never hurt him, he had bought the house for his children, and he knew he was not taking it with him when he died. All that was his was of his sons. He always let them have their privacy, moreover, the daughters-in-laws were good hearted and at a service to the aged couple. So the family was healthy and joyful. Everything was fine and smooth until one day, the day when Mehta ji received a call. That call was about to change the fortune of entire family. Mehta ji’s work colleague had called him. It was nearly two year since Mehta ji had retired. No one from the work place or any other place, in fact, had ever called him. An old post master is generally better disposed off at peace. He is not interesting enough to be called. But now he was on phone and his old pal was telling Mehta ji how his life after retirement had been. How he was discarded in his own house and how his son had betrayed his trust. They made him sleep in the guest room and fed him only twice a day. He was made to carry children’s school bag everyday and brilliant was they was his son ordered him to do it. He called it his “daily walk”. He had to fetch grocery from stores as well. With all this pain he was gifted, his son also made him pay for the regular maintenance of “his” flat from his pension. The old man as rather troubled. Mehta ji consoled him and diverted the conversation to other pretty things of life, like “the old good days when we were young….”.
That night he collected all his bank cards and took out the property papers from the safe. He checked all his documents and locked them in his almirah. He was the man of the house now. He was going to teach these betrayers a lesson.
Next morning as his elder son came with the day’s newspaper to wish him a good morning and read out news to him, he was told to get lost from Mehta ji’s sight. “Get away from me you scoundrel. You think you can fool me? eh?” He dindn’t seem to understand this and the whole family rushed to the guest room horrified, and startled. “I know what you both are up to.”, looking at his younger son now, “ You and your wives will never get this house. This is MY house. You both get that? You can never kick me out of here. Pack your bags and get ready to leave before I slap you to make it clear.” The grandson hid behind his crying mother and started crying himself. Mehta ji’s wife tried to speak something after holding her tears, and to cool down her husband’s temper. “You don’t need to speak woman. I know what I am doing. I dindn’t turn grey all of a sudden. I have seen this world and many like these scoundrels. What are you looking at? Haan? Pack your bags and leave!”