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24 August 2007
Anil Williams Residence
Bandra, Mumbai
T HE entire country was celebrating Raksha Bandhan which coincided with Ganesh Chaturthi that year – a festival when Hindus celebrate the birth of the elephant God Ganesh.
Anil Williams loved Ganesh Chaturthi even though he was not a Hindu. Not that he was particularly fond of Lord Ganesh or was deeply religious. In fact he had not even been to a church for quite a while. Anil and his wife Rimi had high-flying careers and they were seen as iconic professionals in their respective fields. It put tremendous pressure on them, something they enjoyed, but it also kept them out of home for long hours. They would leave early and come back late at least six days in the week. On any working day, the doorman would press the button of the motorised gate to open the barricade for Anil's car to glide into his residence's parking lot well past 10 p.m. If it was a crisis day, well, he would never make it before the early hours of the morning. The doorman would invariably open the door muttering a few obscenities, which Anil would have ignored, had he heard them. In any case, they were never loud enough.
Dhruv, the five-year-old son of Anil and Rimi, would be at home with his grandparents, waiting for his father to be back. After waiting till nine, he would be tucked into bed by his grandmother and patted to sleep, more often than not unwillingly. He would try to keep awake till the time sleep would overcome him.
Holidays like Ganesh Chaturthi gave Anil time to spend with his son. He would take him out to play cricket, go cycling with him, play with him in the Carter Road promenade and shop with him for all the boy stuff. Dhruv liked it, too. The time he spent with his father was quite exciting. He yearned for more such days.
'Dad!' Dhruv called out to Anil innocently. 'Why aren't there more gods like Lord Ganesh?'
'Because one Ganesh is capable of finishing all the modaks in this country, ' said Anil and when it didn't elicit a response from Dhruv and instead brought a puzzled look on his face, he shrugged his shoulders innocently and added, 'I guess so. '
'But then we only get one Ganesh Chaturthi in a year. Many more gods will mean many more holidays na, Dad?' Noticing the sad look on Dhruv's face, Anil walked up to him and took him in his arms and cuddled him tightly. 'Dad, why can't you be at home and play with me every day?' Anil had no answer to Dhruv's naive question. He hugged Dhruv even more tightly and the two of them fell on the bed playing with each other.
After a few minutes, Anil affectionately whacked Dhruv on his butt.
'Ouch, Dad! It hurts. '
'You are stinking, my boy. Get up! Time for a shower. '
Anil and Dhruv had just come back from a cycling trip to Carter Road, up and down Union Park, back to Bandstand and then to their house in Bandra. A nine-kilometre bicycle ride was bound to make them sweaty, especially at 4 p. m. when the sun is at its peak. Rimi was away in Bengaluru for a corporate interview and hence Anil was in charge.
Jumping excitedly at the suggestion, Dhruv removed all his clothes and dashed to the bathroom. The water in the jacuzzi came on with a whizz, gushing in from all sides, and Dhruv jumped into the water, squealing joyfully. Anil just smiled. Dhruv loved being with his father, and it was
his
day.
Dhruv was extremely possessive about Anil. He would not let Anil touch his mobile when he was with him. It was futile for Anil to even try. Dhruv would scream so hard whenever he picked up his phone that he would have no choice but to hang up. The phone would be confined to a corner of his work desk in the bedroom till Dhruv went to sleep. Anil gave in to Dhruv's desires simply because he suffered immense guilt at not being able to spend enough time with him.
After an early dinner, Dhruv, tired post a day filled with excitement, went off to sleep. Anil got up from the bed, switched on the television
24 August 2007
Anil Williams Residence
Bandra, Mumbai
T HE entire country was celebrating Raksha Bandhan which coincided with Ganesh Chaturthi that year – a festival when Hindus celebrate the birth of the elephant God Ganesh.
Anil Williams loved Ganesh Chaturthi even though he was not a Hindu. Not that he was particularly fond of Lord Ganesh or was deeply religious. In fact he had not even been to a church for quite a while. Anil and his wife Rimi had high-flying careers and they were seen as iconic professionals in their respective fields. It put tremendous pressure on them, something they enjoyed, but it also kept them out of home for long hours. They would leave early and come back late at least six days in the week. On any working day, the doorman would press the button of the motorised gate to open the barricade for Anil's car to glide into his residence's parking lot well past 10 p.m. If it was a crisis day, well, he would never make it before the early hours of the morning. The doorman would invariably open the door muttering a few obscenities, which Anil would have ignored, had he heard them. In any case, they were never loud enough.
Dhruv, the five-year-old son of Anil and Rimi, would be at home with his grandparents, waiting for his father to be back. After waiting till nine, he would be tucked into bed by his grandmother and patted to sleep, more often than not unwillingly. He would try to keep awake till the time sleep would overcome him.
Holidays like Ganesh Chaturthi gave Anil time to spend with his son. He would take him out to play cricket, go cycling with him, play with him in the Carter Road promenade and shop with him for all the boy stuff. Dhruv liked it, too. The time he spent with his father was quite exciting. He yearned for more such days.
'Dad!' Dhruv called out to Anil innocently. 'Why aren't there more gods like Lord Ganesh?'
'Because one Ganesh is capable of finishing all the modaks in this country, ' said Anil and when it didn't elicit a response from Dhruv and instead brought a puzzled look on his face, he shrugged his shoulders innocently and added, 'I guess so. '
'But then we only get one Ganesh Chaturthi in a year. Many more gods will mean many more holidays na, Dad?' Noticing the sad look on Dhruv's face, Anil walked up to him and took him in his arms and cuddled him tightly. 'Dad, why can't you be at home and play with me every day?' Anil had no answer to Dhruv's naive question. He hugged Dhruv even more tightly and the two of them fell on the bed playing with each other.
After a few minutes, Anil affectionately whacked Dhruv on his butt.
'Ouch, Dad! It hurts. '
'You are stinking, my boy. Get up! Time for a shower. '
Anil and Dhruv had just come back from a cycling trip to Carter Road, up and down Union Park, back to Bandstand and then to their house in Bandra. A nine-kilometre bicycle ride was bound to make them sweaty, especially at 4 p. m. when the sun is at its peak. Rimi was away in Bengaluru for a corporate interview and hence Anil was in charge.
Jumping excitedly at the suggestion, Dhruv removed all his clothes and dashed to the bathroom. The water in the jacuzzi came on with a whizz, gushing in from all sides, and Dhruv jumped into the water, squealing joyfully. Anil just smiled. Dhruv loved being with his father, and it was
his
day.
Dhruv was extremely possessive about Anil. He would not let Anil touch his mobile when he was with him. It was futile for Anil to even try. Dhruv would scream so hard whenever he picked up his phone that he would have no choice but to hang up. The phone would be confined to a corner of his work desk in the bedroom till Dhruv went to sleep. Anil gave in to Dhruv's desires simply because he suffered immense guilt at not being able to spend enough time with him.
After an early dinner, Dhruv, tired post a day filled with excitement, went off to sleep. Anil got up from the bed, switched on the television
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