Numan was a clever fellow. He always had an innocent look when his parents were around. In other times he would be a bully. Although he had friends, no one was his true friends.
Numan is a spoilt boy of ten years. He hated studying and doing any hard work. His mother doted on him and thought that her son is the best version which she gifted to mankind. Her son could never do anything wrong, be mean and hurtful. However, Numan was a clever fellow. He always had an innocent look when his parents were around. In other times he would be a bully. Although he had friends, no one was his true friends.
They just hung around with him so that they can enjoy the delicious food he brought in tiffin from home and also get to attend his birthday party. Numan’s father was a businessman and he always had lots and lots of money to spend on his son. However, he seldom had any time for him. His mother also helped his father in his business and so even she could not give that much time as she should have given.
One afternoon as Numan’s father was about to go for a meeting, he got an urgent call from the school. Hurriedly, he and his wife reached the school to find his beloved son standing near the principal’s door. A furious teacher hassled student and the stern strict principal were waiting for them, and in a small cardboard box was a white mouse.
“ You know, what your son did?” asked the principal.
“He brought this white mouse to school and said that this is his pet. He let the mouse loose. A few children got scared, while some started playing and thus disturbed the whole class. That wretched mouse bit this boy’s bag and made a big hole. Tell me what to do with your son? I am suspending Numan for a week because of this incident. Every time he does some nuisance and the teachers are unable to conduct classes properly.” The principal finished off his sentence in one big huff.
Numan’s parents looked at the pale boy standing near the teacher and the principal. Father took out a few notes from the wallet and thrust it on the boy’s hand. He then requested the principal not to suspend Numan since this is not a very harmful prank and promised that he would ensure that Numan never did anything like this again. However, the principal never relented.
That night at home Father was very angry, not on Numan, but on the school principal. How dare he talk to him like that and think of suspending his son. Father would ring the phone and then the principal would be taken to task. After all, he was an influential man and his son is also no less than a VIP.
After a few months, the school principal got transferred to some other branch and no one in the school could say anything to Numan as they feared his father. After all, his father was in a position to take their jobs away if anyone said anything to Numan. Thus Numan continued his schooling with impunity and total disregard of the system and teachers.
As an adult, he continued his careless, arrogant ways. He was not interested in any kind of hard work and neither did he make an effort to expand his father’s business after his father’s death. All his friends left him to build their own careers. Those who stayed back were there only to exploit him and give him the wrong advice. He hated if anyone refused anything to him. He thought that he was entitled to everything since he had money and he started wasting his time with wrong people.
One day there was a buzz in the town that a new IPS officer has taken over the charges of that area. He is said to be quite strict and honest in discharging his duties and has no tolerance for any kind of mischief mongers and hoodlums. One evening the new officer Avinash, took his jeep and went for around.
As a child, he had once stayed at this place and hence when he was driving his vehicle around the town. Old and familiar memories were clouding his mind. He slowly turned his jeep in a lane and stopped in front of a big school. It is now one of the very prominent schools in the vicinity. The school was open and children were running around in the school ground. He stood there staring at the building for a long time.
Then suddenly, he jumped behind the wheels of his jeep and drove through the maze of crisscross lanes that led him in front of a big dilapidated house.
The weeds in the garden had overgrown and the wall paint was peeling off in certain portions. He was surprised to see that there was no gateman to stop him from entering. He climbed up the steps of the verandah and pressed the doorbell.
After a long wait which appeared like ages, a bulb flickered in the verandah and a middle-aged man opened the door.