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The Party

The Party

 

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By Hiranya Borah

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2016 Hiranya Borah

 

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Preface

 

Recently, I was attending an official party where I noticed a person who was sitting at a bench without taking any part in the party. I tried to find out why he was not taking part in any of activities. From his look, I understood that he was not highly educated and not from the high-end society. When I asked him in Hindi why he was sitting alone, he told me in chaste Hindi, ‘I am invited by DG sir to attend the party. I am his driver. But all the persons present here are senior officers and they are talking in English. I do not know English.’ My inquisitive nature took over me and finally, I was able to find out that his son was selected for the prestigious Indian Police Service(IPS).

On this background, I have written this fictitious story

I thank all my friends and relatives for their encouraging words. I am thankful to my family members for their constant support. My sincere thanks are always due for Smashwarods for their support.

 

Author

Chapter I: The Odd Man

 

‘Can you recognize me, Hiranya?’ An old man with moderate dress, somewhat out of place for the party asked me.

A close look from me identified my hostel and classmate Himantamalla Saikia. With usual flare in my voice I asked him, ‘Hey, the old scoundrel, why are you sitting alone here?’

Pulling him up from his chair, I embraced him. ‘Are you not drinking?’

‘I don’t.’

‘That is good. But you still can join our wild party of bootleggers!’ I was trying to pull him towards the lawn where some of my friends were already in the seventh heaven.

‘Let them enjoy there. I am happy to sit alone at this corner.’

I understood there was something wrong. Therefore, I also sat with him and asked, ‘Why you do not want to join the party? Any specific reason?’

‘No specific reason I am just fine. Go and join the party. They will like your company.’ He said

‘By the way, what is about you and your family? Probably we are meeting after thirty-five odd years.’ I asked him while adjusting my new coat, specially purchased for this party.

‘I am a science teacher of my village high school at Da-Parbatia. I got a message from Atul (Sharma-Additional Chief Secretary of Assam) that there is a Get-Together of our ex-classmates. That is why I am here. But a few hours back, Atul told me that he had to go to Delhi with the Chief Minister.’ He paused for a moment. ‘Now I am feeling that I should not have come. I am not fit for this party!’

‘Oh, come on! We are not drunkard and please do not behave like a typical village head master preaching morality all the time. By the way, Bikram had already told me few years back that you had joined as a science teacher in a school.’ I, with my typical laugh, uttered those words.

‘You have not changed much. What you are doing now?’ He asked with a timid smile.

‘Now I am a Joint Secretary in Government of India, posted at New Delhi. I have a meeting at Guwahati and that coincides with this GTG and that is why I am here.’ Probably there was some arrogance in my voice.

‘Oh, that is great. What (is) about your family?

‘I have a son and a daughter. Both are working at different MNCs. They are not staying with me as, son is working at Bangalore and daughter is at Mumbai. Both passed out from IIM Kolkata.’ With a pride in my voice, I replied.

‘That is great!’ Patting on my back he said.

‘You have not said about your family?’

‘My wife is also a teacher in a primary school. I have two sons. The elder one is doing MS in surgery in Guwahati Medical College and second son has been qualified for IAS this year. He passed out as an Engineer from Kharagpur IIT.’ He said with a satisfaction of a content father without an iota of arrogance.

This reminds me of my own selection to an allied service thirty-two years back when my mother asked me whether I shall be a bigger officer than the local Sub-Inspector of Police.

‘Congratulation my dear friend. You might be the most successful father of our batch. Having an IAS officer as own son puts you in the upper echelon of the society. Has any of my friends here knew about it?’

‘Except Atul, probably nobody knows about that. I do not want to over-publicize the information. After all, it is the achievement of my son, not mine.’ He said with a thoughtful voice.

‘No, my dear friend! It is a greater achievement for you than your son. As a father, I always envy my parents for making all three of our siblings gazetted officers (The names of senior Government Officers are published in the Gazette of India/ Assam). Your achievement is similar to that of my parents. Your achievement is one step better than even of my father!’

I embraced him from my sitting position. Without my consciousness, tears flowed from my eyes. Probably, images of my parents, who had left us long before, flashed before me.

Chapter II: The News

 

‘Let me break this happy news to all of my friends.’ Pulling him up from his seat I wanted to drag him towards the lawn where my other friends were enjoying.

‘No let them enjoy. Let me sit here. Go and enjoy your party.’ From his voice, I understood he was hurt by someone after reaching the party. Who might be the culprit? Or it is a ‘collective ignore’ by my well-placed friends. But I wanted to break the ice at any cost.

‘I tender my unconditional apology, if I hurt you by any of my words or any of actions. Even if any of our friends had hurt you knowingly or unknowingly by words or by actions, I am extremely sorry for that. But do not sit here away from us like a stranger.’ I told him with my folded hands.

Clasping my hands, he said, ‘I have nothing against anybody. I feel I am not fit for this party.’

‘Why man? You are one of us. We studied together though I agree, we were not very close friends during our college days. I know, you were very close to Bikram, he is also there dancing with Amita. Then where is the problem?’

Chapter III: The Problem

 

‘If you do not tell anybody, I shall tell you why I am not willing to mix-up my old friends.’ He whispered.

Patting his back, I told him, ‘OK, I shall keep it with me. Now tell me the reason.’

‘A few years back, when I met Bikram on the bank of Dighali Pukhuri, he showed his hurry to leave me when he came to know that I was a mere teacher of a school.’ He said with a sigh.

‘Actually, he might be in a hurry. You might have misunderstood him. Otherwise, he is nice to all of us.’ I tried to shrug off misunderstanding between the two close friends.

For the first time, he laughed and said, ‘You also think I am a fool, because I am a mere school teacher.’

‘No, never! You were an intelligent boy. You did better result in Class X than I. However, we all knew that, due to some health problems, you could not do better result in XII. Of course, after that we never met and nobody told about you except once Bikram told me that he had met you few years back and you had joined in your village high school. So, I think he still remembers you as a close friend.’ I tried to defend Bikram.

‘You cannot convince me that Bikram has not changed over the years. On that day, I saw him after leaving me, he talked to Sweta for half an hour on the same bank of Dighali Pukhuri.’

Though I was also convinced that he was right, I told him, ‘My friend, there may be still misunderstanding on your part for two reasons: one-talking with Sweta was the important thing what he had mentioned about; two- A girl has many attractive things which you are not having. At least I would have also dumped you for a beautiful girl like Sweta.’ I still tried to defend Bikram.

‘I know, you have not changed even now in running after a lady nor arguing. In any case, I cannot mix-up with our old friends ‘who is who’ in the society. Go and enjoy your party. Do not spoil your evening.’ He told me.

Chapter IV: Breaking the News

As he did not accompany me to the lawn, I had to go alone. Everyone was happy either in dancing or looking at the dancers. Light music was in the background. I stopped the music and I shouted at the top of my voice, ‘ I have to make a big announcement for all of you.’

As everybody looked at with a question mark, ‘I want to re-introduce my classmate Himantamalla Saikia as the proud father of Sanjibmalla Saikia, the only candidate from Assam who has been qualified for proper IAS this year. I feel proud to inform you that his elder son is also a brilliant student of medical science doing his MS in surgery at Guwahati Medical College.’

Then I pointed to the corner of the room where Himantamalla was sitting. Everyone noticed his presence for the first time in that evening. Some of them rushed to him to give him congratulation. Among the front-runners, Bikram was very much visible.

Chapter V: The Party

I noticed everyone in the room was busy with Himantamalla as if no one is present in the room except Himantamalla. After a simple announcement by me, he became the most important person in the party. Thinking that, before few minutes of my announcement he was the most unimportant person in the party; I laughed at myself.

I left the party without telling any of my friends who were busy in talking with Himantamalla. Probably, I was feeling jealous for my teacher friend as a father!

 

The author is a Government servant and a man of vivid experiences derived from his official postings across the country, travels across India and numerous visits outside India. He is presently placed at New Delhi.

 

His earlier publications are:

1.Random Thoughts through a Coloured Prism

2. Dilemma of a Young Mind

3. Funny Statistics and Serious Statisticians

4. Melody of Fragrance

5. Akhadya

6. Few Cities through the Lens of Hiranya Borah

7. Guilt: Gift of Winter Spring

8. Beautiful Ghost
9. Great Fighters: Grace of God

10. All Blurred

11. Putting kids to sleep

12.How to become unpopular

13. Soulmates

14. My grumpy Face

15. Love and Worries

16. Discussion of own Birth: A Taboo

17. Interview

18. Indecent Love Affairs

19. My Fair Lady

20.Waiting time

21. Two Stories

22. My Mother: Dashami Borah

23. Parineeta

24. Manorama

25. Unwanted

26. First Attempt

27. A father

28. The Portrait

29. Snapped Thread

30. Only He Knows

31. The Stupid Mother

32. The Same Old Story

33. The Old Scoundrel

34. Third Attempt

35. Some of my First Days and First Nights

36. Snubbed Twice

37. Have You Met the God

38. Frequent Flier

39. Messiah

40. Forgive and Forget

41. To Win or to lose

42. Call Girl

43. Beyond Blood Relation

44. Lady with a Black Car

45. My wife

46.Complete Woman

47. Diwali Gift

48. Romance with a Lady

49. Open Hear Surgery

50. My First Love

51. Replacement

52. Pebbles on My Way Home

53. My First Bengali Book

54. Murder Mystery

55. Niharika

56. Swapping

57. Make a Habit to Thank God

58. Killing of A Bird

59. The Hero

 

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The Party

Recently, I was attending an official party where I noticed a person who was sitting at a bench without taking any part in the party. I tried to find out why he was not taking part in any of activities. From his look, I understood that he was not highly educated and not from the high-end society. When I asked him in Hindi why he was sitting alone, he told me in chaste Hindi, ‘I am invited by DG sir to attend the party. I am his driver. But all the persons present here are senior officers and they are talking in English. I do not know English.’ My inquisitive nature took over me and finally, I was able to find out that his son was selected for the prestigious Indian Police Service(IPS).

  • ISBN: 9781370179107
  • Author: Hiranya Borah
  • Published: 2016-12-30 12:05:09
  • Words: 2070
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