“I want to go home…!!!”

____________

“I WANT TO GO HOME…!!!”

Short Story by Vikram Karve

___________

______________

Dear Reader:

I wrote this story during my last tenure in Mumbai – around 19 years ago – in the year 2005.

Hence – the story portrays the Mumbai atmosphere of those days.

_____________

“I WANT TO GO HOME…!!!”

Story By Vikram Karve

_________

Dramatis Personae:

_________

1. Father (Baba) – a 72 year old man.

2. Mother (Mamma) – a 69 year old woman.

3. Son – a 45 year old man.

__________

Place: 

A “Retirement Resort” aka “Old Age Home”

__________

Circa – 2005

__________

“I WANT TO GO HOME…!!!”

__________

The father – a redoubtable intrepid tough looking old man – who is 72 years old – shouts at his son.

“I want to go home…!!!” the old man shouts emphatically.

“But why…? What happened…?” asks the son.

“I have had a terrible time out here for the last one month since you dumped us here…” the father complains loudly.

“Please Baba. Don’t create a scene…” says the son – a soft-spoken effeminate looking man in his mid-40’s – maybe 45 years old.

“What do you mean don’t create a scene…?” the old man shouts even louder – waving his walking stick in a menacing manner.

“Please calm down…!!! Everyone is looking at us…!!!” says the 69 year old woman – pleading with her husband to be silent.

“Let them look..!!! Let everyone see what an ungrateful son is doing to his poor old parents…” the old man says loudly – looking all around.

“Ungrateful…?” the son winces.

“Yes, ungrateful…!!! That’s what you are…!!! We did everything for you – we educated you – we brought you up. And now – you throw us out of our house into this bloody “choultry”….” the old man shouts at his son.

“Choultry…!!! You call this a “choultry”…!!! Please Baba – this is a “luxury township” for Senior Citizens…” the son says.

“It’s okay…” the old woman consoles the angry old man – her husband.

The old woman looks lovingly at her husband and speaks softly to him.

“We will somehow manage in this “Old Age Home”…” the old woman says to her husband.

“Mamma, please…!!!” the son implores in exasperation, “How many times have I told you…? This is not an “Old Age Home”. This is a “Retirement Resort”. It’s such a beautiful exclusive township for Senior Citizens to enjoy a happy and active life. And I have bought you a premium cottage – the best available here.”

The mother looks at her son – and then at her husband.

She feels trapped between the two – not knowing what to say – as both are right in their own way.

___________

So – the old woman says gently to her husband:

“Try to understand.

We will adjust here.

See how scenic and green this place is.

See there – what a lovely garden…”

__________

But – the old man is not impressed by his wife’s words.

“I prefer “Nana-Nani” Park at Chowpatty. All my friends are there…” the old man says.

“You will make friends here too…” she says.

“Friends…!!! These half-dead highbrow snobs…?” the old man says mockingly.

“Okay…” the son intervenes, “you both can take long walks. The air is so pure and refreshing at this hill station…”

“Listen you impertinent kid…!!!” the old man shouts at his son, “Don’t try all this bullshit on me. I have been walking for the last 50 years on Marine Drive – and – that is where I intend walking the rest of my life – till my dying day…”

__________

Then – the old man turns to his wife – and he says peremptorily to her:

“You pack our bags and let’s go back to Mumbai.

We are not staying here in this godforsaken place…!!!”

___________

The old woman looks at her husband and says in a pleading voice.

“You must try and adjust…” the old man’s wife beseeches her old husband, “you will like this place. Look at the facilities here – there is a modern health club, gym, library, recreation – everything is here.”

“Gym…? Do you want me to do body building at this age…? Library…? You know that after my cataract operation – I can hardly read the newspaper…!!! And – I can get all the recreation I need in Mumbai – watching the sea at the Chowpatty – and walking with my lifelong friends on Marine Drive…” the old man says, angrily.

__________

On hearing this – the son begs his father:

“Please Baba – don’t be obstinate.

This place is so good for your health.

They give you such delicious nourishing food here…”

__________

“Delicious Food…? Nourishing…? The bloody sterile stuff tastes like hospital food. I can’t stand the food over here – where will I get Sardar’s Pav Bhaji, Kyani’s Kheema Pav, Vinay’s Misal, Satam’s Vada Pav, Delhi Durbar’s Biryani, Sarvi’s Boti Kababs, Noor Mohammadi’s Nihari, and the delicious Fish of Anantashram in Khotachi Wadi next door…” the old man shouts.

“Please Baba…!!! All you can think of is horrible oily spicy street-food – which you should not eat at your age…!!! With your cholesterol and sugar levels – you will die if you continue eating all that stuff…” the son says.

“I prefer to die of a heart attack in Mumbai enjoying the good food I like – rather than suffer a slow death here – trying to eat this insipid tasteless nonsense food…” the old man shouts at his son.

___________

Then – the old man looks at his wife – and he commands her:

“You listen to me.

Just pack up all our things.

We are not staying here like “glorified slaves” in this “golden cage”.

One month here in this godforsaken place has driven me mad.

I will go crazy if I stay here even one day longer.

We are going right back to our house in Girgaum to live with dignity…!!!”

______________

The son seems upset to hear his father’s words.

“Please Baba. Don’t be difficult. I have to leave for America tonight…” the son pleads desperately, “I am trying to do the best possible for you. Do you know the huge amount of money I have paid in advance to book this luxurious place for you…?”

______________

The old man looks sternly at his son – and he says firmly to his son:

“You go back to your family in America.

I am going back to my house in Girgaum.

That’s final…!!!”

______________

Then – the old man looks at his wife and says to her:

“You want to come along with me…?

Or – should I go back to Mumbai alone…?”

_____________

“Mamma – please tell him…” the son says – looking at his mother.

_____________

The old woman looks lovingly at her husband – she puts her hand on his arm – and she says softly to her husband:

“Please try to understand.

We have no choice.

We have to live here in the old age home.

We can’t go back because we don’t have a house in Girgaum any longer.

Our tenement chawl has been sold to a builder.

They are building a commercial complex there…”

____________

As the old woman says these words to her husband – she looks at the changing expression on her husband’s face.

“What…? They have sold our chawl…? They are going to demolish our chawl and build a commercial complex there…? Why didn’t you tell me all this before…?” the old man shouts at his wife.

____________

The old man looks devastated.

He is stunned by his wife’s betrayal.

The old man turns his head and looks at his son for some time – with an expression of disgust.

___________

Then – the old man looks at his wife with a perplexed expression on his face – unbelieving – as if he is shattered – and he says to his wife:

“You knew all this – but kept it hidden from me…?

You are my wife – but you betrayed me…?”

____________

“Please try and understand…” the old woman says to her husband.

“Yes. Now – I understand. You and your son – you both have fooled me. You secretly “sold” our rooms in the chawl to the builder without telling me. Then – you tricked me and brought me here saying we had to vacate our house for one month as our rooms had to be repaired – and then – your son handed over the tenement to the builder. I am sure he got a huge amount for vacating the chawl – so – he spends a fraction of it to lease a place in this old age home – and he pockets the rest of the money…” the old man says bitterly.

_______________

The old man looks at his son – then he looks at his wife – and he says to her:

“Am I right…?

Your smart son did a deal with the builder and you connived with him..?

Because of my love for you – as a magnanimous gesture – I put the tenement in your name – and you betrayed my trust…”

_____________

On hearing her husband’s words – tears well up in the old woman’s eyes.

The son looks away – trying to avoid his father’s eyes.

Both mother and son remain silent.

For sometime – there is a grotesque silence.

______________

Reality dawns on the old man – he realises that he will be never going back to his beloved home in Girgaum again.

Maybe there is no home left – the builder may have already demolished the chawl after getting the few remaining people to vacate it – the few – like him – who were determined to stay there for the rest of their lives – and – like him – they too may have been betrayed by their near and dear ones for money.

______________

But – now – it is too late – and – there is no point thinking these things.

The old man realises that he will have to stay in this wretched “Old Age Home” for the rest of his life.

He is overcome by despondency – a sense of hopelessness and depression.

Suddenly – the old man’s defences crumble – and – he disintegrates.

No longer is he the strong indefatigable redoubtable tough man he was a few moments ago.

He seems to have lost his spirit, his strength, his dignity, his self-esteem – he seems to have even lost his will to live…!!!

There is a drastic and unbelievable metamorphosis in the old man’s personality as he meekly holds his wife’s hand for support.

Totally defeated – his heart and soul totally broken – the old man obediently walks with his wife towards their cottage – where they both – along with many other similar Senior Citizens – will spend the last days of their lives – lonely – unwanted – waiting for death – in the “Old Age Home”.

______________

VIKRAM KARVE

Copyright © Vikram Karve
1. If you share this post, please give due credit to the author Vikram Karve
2. Please DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. Please DO NOT Cut/Copy/Paste this post
© vikram karve., all rights reserved.

Disclaimer:

This story is a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Copyright Notice:

No part of this Blog may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the Blog Author Vikram Karve who holds the copyright.

Copyright © Vikram Karve (all rights reserved)

Link to my original post in my Blog Academic and Creative Writing Journal Vikram Karve: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2017/04/i-want-to-go-home.html

This is a revised and abridged version of my Story METAMORPHOSIS written by me Vikram Karve around 19 years earlier in the year 2005 and earlier posted online by me Vikram Karve in my creative writing blogs a number of times including at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/a-poignant-short-story_35479_blog and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/03/old-age-home.html and https://www.quora.com/profile/Vikram-Karve/Writing-by-VIKRAM-KARVE/New-Age-Living-Old-Age-Home and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/06/i-want-to-go-home.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/05/old-age-dilemma-metamorphosis-story.html and https://karve.wordpress.com/2017/08/02/metamorphosis-a-story/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2020/07/31/metamorphosis-2/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2021/01/29/metamorphosis-3/ and https://karve.wordpress.com/2023/08/08/metamorphosis-short-story/ etc

© vikram karve., all rights reserved.

_________