A Fine Balance Part 30
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"They could have called it Machine-Gun Maharani Machine-Gun Maharani. But that doesn't sound as good."
"Should be fun to see it."
"Let's go next week."
"No money. Ishvar says we must save."
"That's okay, I'll pay."
Om searched Maneck's face while drawing on the beedi, trying to decide if he meant it. "No, I can't let you do that."
"It's okay, I don't mind."
"I'll ask my uncle." His beedi went out and he reached for the matches. "You know, there's a girl who lives near our house. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s look like that."
"Impossible."
The outright dismissal made Om study the poster again. "Maybe you're right," he yielded. "Not exactly that big. They always paint them gigantic. But this girl has a solid pair, same beautiful shape as that. Sometimes she lets me touch them."
"Go, yaar, I wasn't born yesterday."
"I swear she does. Her name is Shanti. She opens her blouse and lets me squeeze them whenever I like," he said, giving his imagination free rein. Seeing Maneck laugh and slap his knee, he inquired innocently, "You mean you've never done that to a girl?"
"Of course I have," Maneck answered hastily. "But you said you live with your uncle in a small house. How would you get the chance?"
"Easy. There is a ditch at the side of the colony, and lots of bushes behind it. We go there after dark. But for a few minutes only. If she's away longer, someone would come looking for her." He puffed airily at the beedi as he fabricated explorations that involved Shanti's hair and limbs, and complicated excursions into her skirt and blouse.
"Good thing you're a tailor," said Maneck. "You know all the ins and outs of clothing."
But Om continued undiscouraged, stopping short only of the final foray. "Once, I was on top of her, and we almost did it. Then there was a noise in the bushes so she got scared." He drained his saucer and poured more from the cup. "What about you? Ever done it?"
"Almost. On a railway train."
It was Om's turn to laugh. "You're a champion fakeologist, for sure. On a train!"
"No, really. A few months ago, when I left home to come to college." Catalysed by Om's fantasies, Maneck's inventiveness took the field at a gallop. "There was a woman in the upper berth opposite mine, very beautiful."
"More beautiful than Dinabai?"
The question made him pause. He had to think for a moment. "No," he said loyally. "But the minute I got on the train, she kept staring at me, smiling when no one was watching. The problem was, her father was travelling with her. Finally night came, and people began going to sleep. She and I kept awake. When everyone had fallen asleep, including her father, she pushed aside the sheet and pulled one breast out from her choli."
"Then what?" asked Om, happy to enjoy the imaginary fruits.
"She began ma.s.saging her breast, and signalled for me to come over. I was scared to climb down from my berth. Someone could wake up, you know. But then she put her hand between her legs and began rubbing herself. So I decided I had to go to her."
"Of course. You'd be a fool not to," Om breathed hard.
"I got down without disturbing anyone, and in a second I was stroking her breast. She grabbed my hand, begging me to climb in with her. I wondered what was the best way to get up there. I didn't want to jolt her father's berth underneath. Suddenly there was a movement. He turned over, groaning. She was so frightened that she pushed me away and started snoring loudly. I pretended I was on my way to the bathroom."
"If only the b.a.s.t.a.r.d had kept sleeping."
"I know. It's so sad. I'll never meet that woman again." Maneck felt suddenly desolate, as though the loss was real. "You're lucky Shanti lives near you."
"You can see her one day," said Om generously. "When you visit me and Ishvar. But you won't be able to talk to her, just look at her from far. She's very shy, and meets me secretly, as I said."
They gulped their tea and ran all the way back, for they had exceeded the time.
Batata wada, bhel puri, pakora, bhajia, sherbet Maneck paid for all the snacks and drinks at the Vishram because Om got just enough from Ishvar for one cup of tea. The allowance from Maneck's parents was sufficient for the treats, since he no longer needed to supplement canteen food. The following week he kept his word and took Om to see Revolver Rani Revolver Rani after the day's sewing was done. He offered to pay for Ishvar too, who refused, saying his time would be better spent finis.h.i.+ng one more dress. after the day's sewing was done. He offered to pay for Ishvar too, who refused, saying his time would be better spent finis.h.i.+ng one more dress.
"How about you, Aunty? Want to come?"
"I wouldn't see such rubbish if you paid me," said Dina. "And if your money weighs too much in your pocket, let me know. I can tell your mummy to stop sending it."
"Bilkool correct," said Ishvar. "You young people don't understand the value of money."
Undeterred by the reproaches, they set off for the cinema. She reminded Maneck to come straight home after the film, his dinner would be waiting. He agreed, grumbling to himself that Dina Aunty was taking her self-appointed role of guardian too seriously.
"The old woman's prophecy came true," said Om, as they started towards the train station. "Half of it, anyway Monkey-man finally took his revenge."
"What did he do?"
"A terrible thing. It happened last night." Tikka had been back living with Monkey-man, and his neighbours a.s.sumed the two were friends again. But after the hutment dwellers had gone to sleep, Monkey-man put a wooden crate outside his shack and adorned it with flowers and an oil lamp. A photograph of Laila and Majnoo riding on Tikka's back was propped up in the centre. It was a Polaroid shot taken long ago by an American tourist charmed by the act. The altar was ready. Monkey-man led Tikka before it, made the dog lie down, and slit his throat. Then he went around letting people know he had fulfilled his duty.
"It was horrible," said Om. "We got there and saw poor Tikka floating in his blood. He was still twitching a little. I almost vomited."
"If my father was there, he would have killed Monkey-man," said Maneck.
"Are you boasting or complaining?"
"Both, I guess." He kicked a stone from the footpath into the road. "My father cares more about stray dogs than his own son."
"Don't talk rubbish, yaar."
"Why rubbish? Look, he feeds the dogs every day on the porch. But me he sent away. All the time I was there, he kept fighting with me, didn't want me around."
"Don't talk rubbish, your father sent you here to study because he cares for your future."
"You're an expert on fathers or what?"
"Yes."
"What makes you?"
"Because my father is dead. That quickly makes you an expert. You better believe me stop talking rubbish about your father."
"Okay, my father is a saint. But what happened to Monkey-man?"
"People in the colony were angry, they said we should tell the police, because ever since the monkeys died, Monkey-man has two small children living with him, three-four years old. They are his sister's son and daughter, training for his new act. And if he went mad, it would be dangerous for the children. But then others in the colony said there was no point putting crooks in charge of the insane. Anyway, Monkey-man loves the children. He has been taking very good care of them."
They alighted from the train, pus.h.i.+ng their way through the crowd waiting to climb on. Outside the platform, a woman sat in the sun with a small basket of vegetables beside her. She was drying her laundered sari, one half at a time. One end was wound wet round her waist and over her shrunken b.r.e.a.s.t.s, as far as it would go. The drying half was stretched along the railway fence, flowing from her body like a prayer in the evening sun. She waved to Om as the two pa.s.sed by.
"She lives in our colony," he said, weaving through the traffic to cross the lane towards the cinema. "She sells vegetables. She has only one sari."
Revolver Rani ended later than they had expected. While the credits rolled, they began inching down the aisles, lingering, not wanting to miss the reprise of the soundtrack. Then the fluttering national flag appeared on the screen, "Jana Gana Mana" started to play, and there was a rush for the exits. ended later than they had expected. While the credits rolled, they began inching down the aisles, lingering, not wanting to miss the reprise of the soundtrack. Then the fluttering national flag appeared on the screen, "Jana Gana Mana" started to play, and there was a rush for the exits.
But the outward-bound audience ran into an obstacle. A squad of s.h.i.+v Sena volunteers guarding the doors blocked their way. People at the back, unaware of the reason for the bottleneck, began shouting. "Side please! Aray bhai, side please! Move on, mister! Filmshow finished!"
The crowd in the front couldn't go forward, however, threatened by the s.h.i.+v Sena's waving sticks and an a.s.sortment of signs: RESPECT THE NATIONAL ANTHEM! YOUR MOTHERLAND NEEDS YOU DURING THE EMERGENCY! PATRIOTISM RESPECT THE NATIONAL ANTHEM! YOUR MOTHERLAND NEEDS YOU DURING THE EMERGENCY! PATRIOTISM is is A SCARED DUTY A SCARED DUTY! No one was allowed to leave till the flag faded on the screen and the lights came on.
"Why is patriotism a scared duty?" laughed Om. "They need to frighten people to be patriotic?"
"These idiots can't even spell sacred, and they are telling us what to do," said Maneck.
Om observed that the protesters were about fifty in all, whereas the audience was over eight hundred strong. "We could have easily overpowered them. Dhishoom! Dhishoom! Like that fellow in the film," he said, clenching his fists before his chest.
In high spirits, they began repeating some of the more dramatic lines they remembered from Revolver Rani Revolver Rani. "Blood can only be avenged by blood!" growled Maneck, with a swordfighting flourish.
"Standing on this consecrated earth, I swear with the sky as my witness that you will not see another dawn!" proclaimed Om.
"That's because I wake up late every day, yaar," said Maneck. The sudden departure from the script made Om lose his pose with laughing.
Outside the railway station, the woman was still sitting with her vegetable basket. The dry half of the sari was now wrapped around her, with the wet stretch taking its turn along the fence. The basket was almost empty. "Amma, time to go home," said Om, and she smiled.
On the station platform, they decided to try the machine that said Weight & Fortune 25p. Maneck went first. The red and white wheel spun, lightbulbs flashed, there was a chime, and a little cardboard rectangle slid out into the curved receptacle.
"Sixty-one kilos," said Maneck, and read the fortune on the reverse. "'A happy reunion awaits you in the near future.' That sounds right I'll be going home when this college year is finished."
"Or it means you will meet that woman on the train again. You can finish her breast ma.s.sage. Come on, my turn." He climbed on, and Maneck fished in his pocket for another twenty-five-paise coin.
"Forty-six kilos," said Om, and turned it over. "'You will soon be visiting many new and exciting places.' That doesn't make sense. Going back to our village that's not a new place."
"I think it means the places in Shanti's blouse and skirt."
Om struck a stance and raised his hand, reverting to the film dialogue. "Until these fingers are wrapped around your neck, squeezing out your wretched life, there shall be no rest for me!"
"Not when you weigh only forty-six kilos," said Maneck. "You will have to first practise on a chicken's neck."
The train arrived, and they ran from the ticket window to get on. "These train tickets look exactly like the weight cards," said Om.
"I could have saved the fare," said Maneck.
"No, it's too risky. They've become very strict because of Emergency." He described the time when Ishvar and he had been trapped in a raid on ticketless travellers.
The rush hour was over, and the compartment was spa.r.s.ely occupied. They put up their feet on the empty seat. Maneck unlaced his shoes and pulled them off, flexing his toes. "We walked a lot today."
"You shouldn't wear those tight shoes, yaar. My chappals are much more comfortable."
"My parents would get very upset if I went out in chappals." He kneaded the toes and soles, then pulled up his socks and put on the shoes.
"I used to ma.s.sage my father's feet," said Om. "And he would ma.s.sage my grandfather's feet."
"Did you have to do it every day?"
"I didn't have to, but it was a custom. We sat outside in the evenings, on the charpoy. There would be a cool breeze, and birds singing in the trees. I enjoyed doing it for my father. It pleased him so much." They swayed slightly in their seats as the train rocked along. "There was a callus under the big toe of his right foot from treadling his sewing-machine. When I was small, that callus used to make me laugh if he wiggled the toe, it looked like a man's face."
Om was silent for the rest of the way, gazing pensively out the window. Maneck tried to distract him by imitating the characters in Revolver Rani Revolver Rani, but a weak smile was all he could get out of him, so he lapsed into silence as well.
"You should have come with us," said Maneck. "It was fun. What thrilling fights."
"No, thank you, I've seen enough fighting in my life," said Ishvar. "But when are you visiting our house?" Maneck's spending regularly on Om was creating too much obligation, he felt, it was time to reciprocate in some small way. "You must have dinner with us soon."
"Sure, any time," answered Maneck, reluctant to make a commitment. It would upset Dina Aunty the cinema trip had been bad enough.
Fortunately, Ishvar did not press for a firm date right then. He put the cover over his Singer and left with Om.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself," said Dina. "Going against my wishes, mixing more and more with him in spite of what I told you."
"It was just one filmshow, Aunty. For the first time Om went to a big theatre. He was so thrilled."
"I hope he is able to sew tomorrow, and you can concentrate on your studies. These films about fighting and killing can only have a bad effect on the brain. In the old days the cinema was so sweet. A little dancing and singing, some comedy, or a romance. Now it's all just guns and knives."
Next day, as though to vindicate Dina's theory, Om joined the bodice of a size-seven dress to the skirt of a size eleven, squeezing the excess into the gather at the waist. The mistakes were repeated in three garments and not discovered till the afternoon.
"Leave everything else, fix this first," said Dina, but he ignored her.
"It's all right, Dinabai," said Ishvar. "I will separate the seams and st.i.tch them again."
"No, he made the mistakes and he should correct them."
"You do them," scowled Om, scratching his scalp. "I have a headache. You gave me the wrong pieces so it's your mistake."
"Listen to him! Lying shamelessly! And take your fingers out of your hair before you get oil on the cloth! Scratch-scratch-scratch the whole day!"
The argument was still going when Maneck returned from college. The tailors did not break for tea. He went to his room and shut himself in, wis.h.i.+ng they would stop. For the rest of the afternoon the squabble kept dribbling under his door, creating a pool of distress around him.
At six, Dina knocked and asked him to come out. "Those two have left. I need the company of a sane person."
"Why were you fighting, Aunty?"
"I was fighting? How dare you! Do you know the whole story, to say who was fighting?"
"I'm sorry, Aunty. I meant, what was the fight about?"
"Same reason as always. Mistakes and shoddy work. But thank G.o.d for Ishvar. I don't know what I would do without him. One angel and one devil. Trouble is, when the angel keeps company with the devil, neither can be trusted."
"Maybe Om behaves this way because something is upsetting him maybe it's because you lock them in when you go out."
"Ah! So he's told you that, has he? And did he say why I do it?"
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