(Recap – In the last episode we read about the tumultuous situations, which my this cousin brother somehow managed to wade through, in obtaining the ‘ medical Practitioner certificate.’ The tumult as usual was an outcome of his romantic disposition of its own kind.)
The Certificate obtained from the employer doctor, made him eligible to run his own independent practice, and this opened a vista for my cousin brother. In fact, doctor had issued the certification looking at the worrisome face of the father. By having certificate in hand, my this Arcadian Romeo brother, by hook and crook managed to get registered himself as the “private medical practitioner,” in the official ledger of some suspicious medical board. After that, in a village not so remote from of his hinterland place, he succeeded to open his own private clinic.
Shop of the doctor – This type of clinic, in vernacular was called “shop of the doctor” in those days. There was no doubt about his efficiency of learning the skill of profession. He was a clever hand in dealing with common ailments.The reason for being so skilled was obvious. The efficiency in the profession he obtained by virtue of the beautiful female nurse of the employer doctor. In every case, she used to assist the doctor. The desire of my this Romeo brother to ever be in company of the beautiful nurse, prompted him to be present in the observation of every case. This all helped learning the subtlety of the profession. It’s truly said, ” Once a Romeo always a Romeo.” Now his new entrepreneurship as medical practitioner began to run smoothly in the hinterland.
But as the luck would have it, once a Nepali origin’s widow visited his clinic to get her cured for some ailment. This process of curing the patient, when and how turned up into an “incurable disease of love affairs” between them, both knew not. But it was sure, this “love story” was not destined to reach at some end. In fact, in the worldly sense, the mind of my this brother had been sufficiently sharpened on the financial front. He ever wished to secure his future on the financial front. During his long courtship with Nepali widow, he was well informed that on account of herself being a War widow of the 1971 Indo – Pak War, she was drawing a handsome pension. This information of her being secured on financial front, too helped the love of my brother, to grow more intensely for her.
Flaws in new affair – But a big fault was there in this love story. When his new sweet heart got widowed in the year of 1971, my this brother was hardly the student of eight standard in the Junior High School. The big age gap between them could not be ignored from any angle. The fact was, when my this Arcadian Romeo brother began to play the ‘kite of love’ with the lady, she was in the slope of her age. Her first born daughter, at that time was student of bachelor degree course, in the degree college of the city. But as it’s often said, ‘Love accepts no barricades!” Despite the wide age gap, my this cousin brother was direly anxious to get married with her.
In fact, I was not aware about his this love story at the time when it was flourishing. Whatever I happen to mention about the details, I later on gleaned. This information I collected, some part from other sources and some directly from the mouth of my this Romeo brother. He was in the habit to relate all his miseries to me, as a friend,when found no recourse either. And the part of the ‘Love Story’ directly from the mouth of the horse, I too chanced to come across through an interesting incidence.
Explosive disclosure – On one day, we both were waiting for a Motor bus in the city bus stand. The Motor bus was bound to transport us back into the village side. There amid the crowd of the waiting passengers, I noticed the presence of a beautiful Nepali girl student. Up to that time, On account of myself attaining the adulthood, I too had become frivolous about the girls. I showed my interest lightly about the girls to my this brother. I simply said to him, “What if, I destined to secure a seat inside the bus beside this charming girl?” My this wish offended badly to my this Cousin brother. Infuriated he chided me, ” You should be ashamed of your behavior. She is like your daughter.” His this chiding astonished me.
A girl, who barely about six years younger than me, unknown to me; how could she be like a daughter to me. The reality was, my cousin brother too was of my age group. Besides, I was to see her for the first time in the life. It was another big riddle. His comments incensed me down to the core of the heart. I objected in a resentment, “How come, you declare this girl as my daughter! Still I am bachelor like you. Even I don’t know her!” My this resentment aggravated his wrath. He responded in the same furious tone , ” You should know now! I am planning to enter in a ‘nuptial tie’ with the mother of this girl very shortly. In that way, you being younger brother to me, you are uncle to her, and she is your niece as such. Dare not summon this kind of filthy thoughts in your mind!”
His this explosive revelation made me forget the girl at once. Not for the reason that I was afraid of him. In fact, his future prospect began to float before my eyes. As far as, I knew about the hot head temperament of his father, a tumultuous imagination I at once drew. In that imagination, I saw his father immensely incensed, having a hard sole leather Indian shoe in hand, beating him hard on the head. It was the type of common third degree treatment inflicted upon deviated, backslide offenders in the family or in the society. Harsh form of the punishment was, to disown a son for his misdeeds and disinherit him from the property right. I was suspecting both the possibilities in near future, in subsequent to this ‘Nuptial tie.’
I was not wrong on my side, in anticipating the end of his this new ‘love story.’ It all occurred in the less or more in the same way. What can be said about my this Arcadian Romeo brother’s fate. With a heart, broken in thousand pieces, he intended to become a drunkard. It too had a risk. The breaths of alcohol could be smelt by family members back in the home. This fear of father’s wrath, led him to new contrivance. As a substitute to alcohol, he began to take drugs, which he could easily afford being a medical practitioner. Finally, with the ‘dint of force’ of hard leather soled shoe, his father fixed his marriage in the same village in a family, where his “sweet heart’ happened to reside permanently.
Marriage ceremony – Still on this day, this confuses me, how and why girl’s family assented to this relation, when everything was in public domain. Myself being in his relation as well as a friend, too attended his marriage function. There too occurred a marvelous tiny incidence, that remained as a secret between him and I. The procession was being led with the din and clamor of “brass band Party” playing hit number of Hindi filmy songs, on their trumpet and drums. Mean while, I noticed the same Nepali girl passing past the procession in her college dress. It was the summer season and I suppose she was going to her college, to attend her annual examination paper.
Since I was in the mood of merriment and I too had a right to make frivolity with the brother. On purpose, I pinched him. He was mounted on a mare as a bride groom, fully attired in the traditional costumes. I just mentioned two wordings, “your daughter.” This incensed him at once. I now realized, I had touched his raw.?He in his mounting position, even tried to kick me off like a horse, but I avoided that tactfully. ( End of the part 3 of the story.)… Cont’d… Penned by — Vinay pharasi..
