Mani sat visualizing himself as a
trim, quick-on-his-feet boy who got selected in his school cricket team for his
aggressive batsmanship and extraordinary fielding skills. His happy daydreaming
was punctuated by the stern call of his name by his father. He came out of his
reverie and looked down at his plump self. With a shake of his head he went to
the drawing room as he heard his father call him again.
“What took you so long?” the head
of the house asked Mani, only to get the usual response of bowed-head silence.
“Tomorrow onwards you have to
bring your sister along with you when you return home from School”
Many unfinished thoughts filled
Mani’s mind as he heard this ultimatum from his father. He knew it would be
futile to ask what he always thought was the most logical question to counter any
uncomfortable decision – Why. He had tried asking this question on previous
occasions only to receive angry glares and, once, a reply that was in no way
the logical answer – ‘because I said so and I am your father’.
So he nodded in a resigned manner
and ran to the kitchen to confront his mother.
“Why should I bring Aarthi with
me? Let her come with Auto Anna as usual no?” Mani fumed at his mother.
She sighed and put a hand on his
shoulder.
“Aarthi has come to 6th
grade now kanna. Her classes will finish
at 2:30 pm and yours get over by 3:15 pm. So Appa wants to discontinue the
Auto. He feels there is no point of spending on Auto when Aarthi can wait for
you inside the school campus for some time and both of you can come back
together”, she told.
“This is not fair”, hissed Mani.
But he knew he could do little
else to change the decision or the situation. He had only one option.
* * *
Aarthi was leafing through her
new sixth grade English textbook as she saw her brother come towards her.
Aarthi adored her elder brother but if anyone asked her why, she would find it
difficult to pinpoint a reason. That was the kind of relationship they had.
“Hi Anna!” chirped Aarthi as Mani
came and sat beside her in the small storage room-cum-pooja room-cum-study
room.
Mani was elder to Aarthi by only
three years and hated it when she called her Anna.
“How many times have I told you
not to call me Anna?” he snapped.
“But Appa insists that I call you so”
“Then you do so only in front of
him”
“Ok Mani”, she replied with a twinkle
in her eyes.
“Did they tell you about how you will be coming back from school? They
are stopping your Auto”, he said, stressing on the last sentence while trying
to maintain a tone of sympathy.
“Yes! Isn’t it wonderful? Now we
can come together every day after school”, she replied happily.
Mani did not want to give in
easily and decided to approach it from the angle of physical effort.
“You know we have to walk right?
It will be hard for you”
“That’s ok. We will come together
only no? It will be fine”
Now Mani started to desperately
clutch at last straws.
“Aarthi. Can you do me a favour?”
he asked.
“Sure Ann… I mean Mani” she replied eagerly.
“I can’t bring you from school
every day. Can you please go by yourself? You are a big girl anyway” he
reasoned.
Her smiling face suddenly became
clouded.
“Why? Do you not like me” she
asked.
“Ayyo it’s not like that! It is difficult to explain! Will you help
me or not?” he asked irritably.
Aarthi had never seen her brother
get this upset. He was usually the calm and silent kind. She reluctantly agreed
to his request.
“And remember. Don’t tell Amma and Appa” he warned, before leaving the room.
* *
*
Aarthi wanted to understand why
Mani was behaving this way. Mani had joined her school after completing his
eighth grade from a different one, since her school was more popular for giving
good results in the tenth and twelfth public examinations. Ever since he joined
ninth grade in the new school, there seemed to be something amiss about him.
Aarthi had noticed her brother lost in thoughts or staring vacantly at nothing
in particular many times. What surprised her even more was the fact that he
barely showed the kind of enthusiasm he was known for when watching India’s
cricket matches. While his parents did not seem to register these changes, it
did not escape the keen girl. She decided to talk to him about this when he was
in a better mood.
The next day was Aarthi’s first
in sixth grade and it proceeded without any major surprises. Keeping her word
to her brother, she walked back home once her classes ended, without waiting
for him. She opened the house using the spare key under the potted plant and
carefully bolted the main door from inside. She made herself a jam sandwich
and waited for her brother to come.
More than an hour lapsed and the
time was nearing 4 pm but Mani had not returned. Aarthi was worried, not only
because her brother had not returned, but also because she had lied to her
father when he had called few minutes ago by telling him that they both came
together and Mani was in the toilet. Her father was expecting Mani to call
back.
As she struggled thinking about
what to do next, the doorbell rang. She gave a sigh of relief and ran to open
the door.
“Why are you so late? Appa almost found…” she stopped her
chiding abruptly as she saw her brother’s tear-streaked face. She could see
that his clothes were soiled.
“What happened Anna?” She asked.
He turned his face away from her,
rushed to the study room and banged the door shut.
It was only when their parents
came back that he came out of the room.
“Did Mani take good care of his
little sister?” Amma asked looking at Aarthi.
Aarthi glanced at her brother. He
had a pleading look on his face and shook his head imperceptibly.
“Yes Amma! He took care of me very well”, she replied.
Mani’s tensed face relaxed a
little as his mother patted him on the back.
The afternoons continued in a
similar manner for a week and Aarthi could not get her brother to speak about
who or what was giving him trouble every day after school. He just brushed her
off saying it was some small scuffle which was normal in his grade. She wanted
to confide in her mother about this but that would then put Mani in an
uncomfortable position. She decided that she will do something about it the
next day.
* * *
The next day as her classes got
over, she decided to hide near the school gate and wait for her brother. Five
minutes after the last bell of ninth grade rang, her brother walked out slowly.
He was walking alone and looking nervous. He exited the school gate and started
to walk towards their home. Aarthi stealthily followed him.
Mani crossed the main road and
turned into the lane that led to the area where their home was situated. Aarthi
could feel her brother slow down as he entered the lane. As he disappeared from
her view, she resumed following him. As she entered the lane she could see her brother
walking slowly with his head bowed down. There were a group of boys, seemingly
seniors from their school, talking loudly and cracking jokes at the corner of
the street. As one of them saw Mani, he nudged the guy near him. They all
became silent.
“Oi Gundumani!” one guy called out, making fun of Mani’s rotund frame.
The other boys screamed with laughter. Mani did not raise his head and hurried
his steps.
The boys now started to surround
him. There were five of them and the tallest guy came and stood in front of
Mani, blocking his path.
He placed both his hands on
Mani’s ample stomach.
“This water bag seems to get
bigger by the day”, he guffawed, to the merriment of his gang.
Mani squirmed and tried to move away.
Two boys blocked him from behind.
“I guess the Fatso is going to
cry today also. Such a girl!” one boy retorted nastily.
“Maybe he will go crying to his
mommy!” another boy said, giving a pathetic imitation of a crying baby.
“Will you go complaining to your
mommy and daddy fatso?” The tall guy asked, while slapping Mani’s stomach.
Mani shook his head without
looking up.
“Guys! Doesn’t his stomach look
like a football?” the tall guy asked.
There was a chorus answer in the
affirmative.
“Then what are we waiting for?
Let’s play”, he shouted.
Aarthi was shocked to see her
brother being treated this way. She couldn’t hold back anymore and ran towards
Mani and the gang of bullies.
As he heard the sound of someone
running towards him, Mani looked up. He was terrified to see Aarthi. The gang
of boys temporarily suspended their entertainment and looked amusedly at the
figure of a small girl approaching them.
She came and stopped directly in
front of the tall guy and glared at him.
“Why are you troubling my
brother?” she asked angrily.
“Look at what fatso brought for
support! His kid sister!” the tall guy snickered.
Before he could proceed with
another remark, he felt a strong kick on his abdomen and a sharp slap on his
cheek.
There was a look of pain mixed
with shock on his face as he clutched his abdomen and fell down. Tears streamed
down his face as he looked at the faces of his friends. The faces did not
register anger. They registered a mix of surprise and, to an extent,
embarrassment.
The group of boys were amazed to
see their leader brought to his knees by a small girl. They used to be in awe
of this guy. They used to look up to him and always tried to emulate the
recklessness and irreverence he projected. Today when they saw him at the
receiving end of a punch and slap from a girl almost half his age, the image
they carried of him was shattered.
They looked on in stunned silence
as Aarthi held the hand of her bewildered brother and led him towards their
home.
* * *
The parents returned that evening
to find brother and sister watching television and laughing.
The mother planted a kiss on
Aarthi’s head and pulled Mani’s chubby cheek.
“Did Mani take good care of his
little sister?” she asked.
Mani looked at Aarthi and smiled.
“Aarthi took good care of her
brother, Amma!” he said as the little
girl beamed proudly.