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âBut as it appears, there is no right kind of bringing up children, though there are many wrong ways of spoiling them,â philosophized Raja Rao, as was his wont. âHaving said that, I might add, the mediocrity of man gets reflected in the bringing up of children. You may know, Jean Paul Satre feels that but for a few, men are mere fools, and itâs not hard to imagine how such shape up their progeny. The problem with most parents is that they turn their children into their joyous toys. Itâs sad they forget that their kids would be better off, if only theyâre groomed to face the roughs and toughs of life.â
âItâs every bit true; my father all but treated me as his favoured possession. When I wanted to study engineering at Manipal, he said I was too young to fend for myself. Oh how he ruined my career and all! Mind you, I wasnât a bad student at all,â said Sathyam, animated by the discourse.
âI can understand your feelings, but we canât grudge our parents for having failed to come up to our expectations. The very fact that they hadnât reduced us to child labor was in itself a favor. If they chose so, being hapless at that age, there was no way we could have resisted them in anyway,â continued Raja Rao.
âWhatever, my life wouldâve been vastly different being an engineer, Iâm certain about it,â said Sathyam, gulping his drink in all bitterness.
âThatâs all about life, full of ifs and buts, isnât it?â said Raja Rao, sipping the dregs.
âThe irony of it all is that parents tend to blame their children for the perceived neglect of them? Sulking in unwarranted bitterness, they push their children into the vortex of guilt,â said Sathyam.
âIf only we had discussed this aspect of life before Sarojaâs birth,â said Raja Rao, even as Sathyam saw his face lighting up, âIâm sure, I wouldnât have had anything meaningful to say. But now I can tell you, itâs we who owe our children for having made us parents, and the fulfillment that goes with it. Maybe, itâs this subconscious sense of gratitude that tends parents to fend their children into adulthood, and beyond and once done, it amounts to the full and final settlement of the filial account. That being the case, the question of parentsâ further withdrawals from their childrenâs account does not arise. Thus, it would be injurious for parents to presume that their children owe it to them for having been tended into their adulthood, as that entails untenable expectations that presumption occasions.â
âNo doubt, itâs a sound premise,â said Sathyam.
Then, having hailed for the bearer, Sathyam, said to Raja Rao mysteriously,
âAre you a moralist by any chance?â
âItâs the context that holds, isnât it?â said Raja Rao tentatively, a little taken aback though.
âSay, about the so-called kickbacks,â said Sathyam in an undertone as though the under-table thing owes that from the world.
âI was never exposed to its temptation, so I canât pass any judgment,â said Raja Rao in relief.
âOh, come on, donât be diplomatic,â smiled Sathyam.
âWell, if Iâve to take a philosophical view of it, the insidious corruption harms the economy while the incentive bribing bedevils the society. While the kickbacks bankrupt the nation, the bribe mongers pester its people,â said Raja Rao, applying his mind.
âWhy donât you see the positive side of it,â said Sathyam with apparent conviction. âGet it right, itâs only in the Utopian Republic of Uprightness that the nice guys remain straight and yet strike it rich. But, left to it, the world we live in warms up to the unscrupulous, all the while leaving the decent in the cold. But in the Commonwealth of Corruption, the resourceful are forced to part with part of their booty to bribe seekers. So, corruption places more money in many more hands, right,â
âWhat I can say?â said Raja Rao perplexed by the proposition.
âWonât bribe money honey society as well?â said Sathyam, pleased with his rhetoric. âOne has only to remove his hypocritical blinkers and view the social scenario to see that. Donât you find the bribe money coming in handy for the multitudes for bettering their lives and improving their childrenâs qualifications? But, if India were to be a Republic of Fairness, then we may have a few accumulating wealth âdisproportionate to the calling of luxuriesâ, even as the rest struggle to make both ends meet. Well that would have ensured that we had more coolies in our country than we have professionals today.â
âWhat you say makes food for thought, not to justify corruption but to evolve a system of equitable growth,â said Raja Rao apparently impressed.
âDoes that mean you have contempt for the corrupt?â said Sathyam, and inexplicably feared Raja Raoâs response.
âWhat right I have to judge others since I havenât gone through it myself? Maybe, one should try to desist from it as far as one could earnestly avoid it. However, itâs the truly ambitious that wonât compromise, for they think in terms of greater glories,â said Raja Rao to Sathyamâs relief.
âWell said, but what if I confess that Iâm a corrupt guy?â said Sathyam tentatively.
âSet aside my views, but whatâs the matter with you?â asked Raja Rao a little surprised.
âMy friend, sincerity could occasionally fetch an accolade or two at the office that anyway wonât accrue to the pay cheque. Itâs the fast buck that counts these days, and without being down to earth, you canât make any. Six years of honesty left me hand-to-mouth, but three months of worldliness, call it dishonesty if you must, got me all those goodies you might have noticed in my place. That was during your last visit, when I was out of town,â said Sathyam spiritedly.
âAll said and done how your wife takes it?â asked Raja Rao.
âIn many ways, Roopa is very unfeminine,â began Sathyam, and finding Raja Rao looking at him in surprise, he added. âLet me explain. Havenât you found her lacking in vanity, jealousy, and curiosity in true feminine measures? That being the case, canât you guess what might be her philosophy of life about bribe monies? Sheâs dead against this greasing of the palms mess, or lining the pocket chore, as some would call it. Anyway, itâs all one and the same, isnât it? However, as she wonât poke her nose into my finances, Iâm not hard pressed to explain the source of my new life-style to her. Havenât you heard the jargon of the income tax wallahs, assets disproportionate to the known sources of income? Let them catch me if they can. By the way, your wife whom I made my rakhi sister is also unfeminine that way, though sheâs more pragmatic than my wife. Above all, Sandhya is an angel really.â
âIâm glad you value my wife as well,â said Raja Rao extending his hand to Sathyam, âHonestly, I think very highly of your wife also.â
âI see that my wife idolizes you but Iâm not jealous as I too have come to admire you,â said Sathyam a little high by then.
âThank you for your goodness, but as Roopa is a contented character, why do you want to acquire what she doesnât value?â said Raja Rao as if he was imploring Sathyam to change tack.
âThatâs a good question and Iâll answer you frankly, anyway, keeping secrets is not the right way to promote friendship. Though you havenât met Prasad, surely you could have heard about him, havenât you?â said Sathyam
âSandhya told me about him,â said Raja Rao, thinking about how he almost lost Roopa to him.
âI donât know what Roopa told Sandhya about him, but thatâs beside the point,â said Sathyam, gulping all that there was in his glass, as a prelude to emptying his heart. âWe were quite thick during our childhood days. When I met him this January, that too after fifteen years, I believed we could pick up the threads of our friendship all again. But, as I came to know later, in the guise of our friendship, he wanted to get closer to my wife. You may know that while I was a first ranker at school, he used to just scrape through, that too with my help. Well, when the topic was about studies, he never looked at me straight. Imagine such a fellow eyeing my wife!â
Finding Raja Raoâs demeanor empathic, Sathyam continued after he ordered a fresh round of drinks for them,
âDo you know what brought about this change in him? What else man, money, plenty of it? Why, he was lucky to marry a rich dame, and so he thought it fit to lure the wives of the have-nots into his grip perceiving them as a sort of whores in their own homes. All the same, gullible that they are, how these silly women lose their heads if wooed by the moneyed. But Iâm proud of Roopa, for she proved her worth, though that rascal tried his best.â
âIâm happy for both of you,â said Raja Rao, hiding his mixed feelings.
âEarlier a manâs worth went by his talent,â Sathyam continued spiritedly. âThat was all there was to it. Take a potter, if he made a pot right, he got the price, and if it were misshapen, then itâs a discount sale. Were it to leak altogether, well that was that. But these days, even a bad potter with money can make money by hiring some good potters. So never mind, your own capacity may be of questionable quality yet, if you have money, you can hire the best of talent, and as they pool their skills you can fill your kitty. That is besides basking in false glory as a whiz kid of sorts, isnât it? Itâs thus, now money is the only resource needed to make more of it and no one is going to ask you how you got it and where from. Thatâs the reality.â
âI can understand your hurt, but then, more or less, it had always been like that. Didnât Shakespeare aver that reputation is the most idle and false imposition, often got without merit, and lost without deserving?â said Raja Rao, moved by Sathyamâs intensity.
âBut how sad it is, isnât it galling that these guys go about seducing the women of the honest, flaunting the money so made. Coming to this scoundrel of a friend, having vouched for a brotherly affection towards Roopa, he eyed her in a mean manner. Can it get any worse, morally speaking that is? As you know, even Ravan didnât stoop so low in snaring Seetha,â said Sathyam, drinking to the dregs.
âI fully agree with you, seducing a woman is one thing and deceiving the friend is another. Are we through now?â said Raja Rao, driven by his own conviction.
âLetâs have one more round,â proposed Sathyam, as the waiter came around, and as Raja Rao excused himself, he ordered one large for himself.
âBut you know, thanks to my wife Iâve had the last laugh at him,â said Sathyam with an air of satisfaction. âWhen in the end, she exposed him to me; I took him to task really. This is what I told him - my dear fellow, money and looks are Ok to an extent to lure women, but better realise that itâs the luck that enables one to lay them. Why, you canât even screw a whore if youâre not destined to have her for your visit to the brothel wouldâve coincided with her periods, and the next time youâre eager, she couldâve shifted out of the town itself. Thatâs what I told him.â
âOh, how true,â said Raja Rao, even as he recalled that Ganga-Kaveri girl.
âNow Iâll tell you why I want to get rich, in double quick time that is,â said Sathyam, gulping from his glass. âI donât want someone like Prasad ever
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