Me and My Son

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It takes time to earn a good name.

Submitted: May 30, 2019

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Me and My Son
 
I was very busy. The business I started on a small scale had grown up into an empire.
 
Despite being busy, now and then I could not think about my past life.
 
When I was established in business, I earned not only money but also a very good respect from the society. Then I got married and had a son also.
 
I was pleased to see my son was grown up and highly educated. Unlike me, my son was brought up in an affluent background. He had links with people hailing from high society. Unfortunately, the rich background in which he was brought up also made him easygoing and he cared a fig for the moral values and principles.
 
I also noticed that my son was growing up more individualistic and less dependent on me. In fact, he never evinced any interest in my thriving business. Though I was a little bit worried about it, I also took pride that my son was self-reliant. But unfortunately, I found him growing up into a criminal especially in committing bank robbery. He had a team of his own that planned each bank robbery rather carefully and they were all living lavishly. Unfortunately, I had noticed it and heard it one day when my son was issuing instructions about his next project to his team over the phone. I got it confirmed when my son’s bank balance was shooting up in lakhs of rupees.
 
Having found out what my son was doing, I also felt guilty for not divulging it to the police authorities. 
 
In my bid to mend my son’s criminal way of living, one day I spoke with him when he was about to catch a plane to a far-off destination at about 11.00 pm
 
“Arun, can you spare a few minutes for me? I want to talk to you?”
 
“Dad, I am in a hurry. I have to go to the airport to catch a plane at 11.00 pm. It’s already 10.00 pm”
 
“Wait, Arun your activities are becoming more suspicious nowadays perhaps criminal. May I know what are you doing?”
 
‘It’s none of your business.”
 
‘Of course, as a father, it’s my business. It is my duty to mend your way of living when you go wrong into a criminal. When I have a decent and thriving business are you not ashamed to commit bank robbery?”
 
He was rather startled at my question. But he immediately asked me,” Who are you to tell me that stealing is wrong, you convicted thief?" 
 
“My dear son, I may be but I was once a thief but not now. However, as a father, I am more concerned about your future. You should stop what you are doing immediately. Otherwise, your life will be ruined. You said I am a convicted thief. Do you know how did I become a respectable man in the community?”
 
He looked at his watch. It was 10.30 pm. “The time is up. I can’t catch the plane” He sat on the sofa rather unwillingly.
 
“My son, I too was an incorrigible criminal once. It was my mom, who put me on the right track.”
 
‘You mean my grandma. What did she do?”
 
I narrated him my story.
 
It was the dark side of my life.
 
When I was a thief, despite being economically sound at the cost of others money, I had no peace of mind and my life was under constant threats and risks.
 
I never slept peacefully even for a single day. I was living just like a nomad. I used to commit thefts wherever I went and when I was caught, I was imprisoned almost in all the prisons of our state.
 
I had no time to think about my aged mother, the only close relative I had. But she was always thinking about me and prayed for my well being.
 
In the course of my criminal life, one day I accidentally went to our own village and committed a theft in the house of rich village head man. I was caught red-handed and thrashed publicly by the village people by tying me on a banyan tree in the center of the village.
 
When somebody told my mother about me and my sufferings, she ran all the way from her thatched house to the banyan tree where I was tied up. On seeing me beaten heavily by the village people, she cried loudly and begged every one of them not to beat me. She also promised them to mend my way of life. She even fell on the feet of the rich village head man not to hand over me to the police authorities.
 
 I was let off without being handed over to the police authorities only at the instance of my mother. When I saw the slur cast against me by the village people just because I was a thief, it made me think over how far I was living a meaningless life as a criminal. 
 
 I could never forget how my mother begged everyone not to attack me. Above all, unmindful of her old age how she fell on the feet of that rich village head man at whose house I committed a theft.
 
When I went along with my mother to her hut, I was moved very much when she hurriedly went away to fetch some herbs in the village and prepared a paste to dress my wounds. She never stopped crying while she was attending me. It was my mother’s love and affection that transformed me overnight. I could not move and remained bedridden over a fortnight. When I was completely cured, I was no more a thief.
 
I went to Chennai and learned the business that I am presently doing for a period of three years and then I started my own. I took care of my mother until her death.
 
I can never forget what she told me on her deathbed, ”My dear son I am dying as a satisfied mother. You are a grown up man now and learned what I have told you. Can you recall it?” 
 
“Yes, Mom, I will never forget it. It is easy to earn a bad name quickly just by doing something bad; but it is quite tough to earn a good name, for which one has to struggle much and even throughout one’s life.” I said by crying bitterly.
 
“My son, my mother is my mentor and still I am following what she has told me. Have you learned anything from my story?”
 
“I am sorry dad for having hurt you. I will follow what my grandma told you to earn a good name,” he said in a choked voice.
 
I heaved a sigh of relief.


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