Some place remote deep inside Dandakaranya where “copy-paste” is considered neither a high crime nor a misdemeanour.
A wintry night, as a father and son huddle around a poorly lit fire. Its hard to tell what was being roasted. “Copy paste” Clipboard says sweet potatoes.
The listless night shifts uneasily every so often, as the cries of a daughter-in-law in labor shatter its silence.
“Who were They mourning”, the son asks
“Common Sense” replies the father
“What happened to him”
“They said he went missing”
“Missing… was he a child”
“No”
“Did he elope with someone”
“Wish he did, atleast the khap would have tracked him down”
The pains were picking pace, occuring more frequently.
“How much do these sweet potatoes cost”
“Who cares, I didn’t pay for them”
“Who did ?”
“Common sense”
“But I thought he was dead”
“Yes, he paid for them with his death”
“So tell me more about this common sense, fellow – was he your friend”
“Much closer, we were conjoined”
“Uggghh” chokes on a sweet potato and coughs
“But we separated, I got him removed”
“Why”
“He had become a burden”
“How come “
“He got in the way of everything, he thought he was cleverer than Them”
“In what way”
“When They said stay home he wanted to leave in search of better opportunities”
“When They said settle for the common minimum, he said he wanted to aspire for more”
“When They said we will give it to you for free, refused, said he wanted to have the choice of buying what he wants”
“That sounds like common sense”
“Exactly my point, it was unbearable, the shame, everyone thought we were different. The burden of queerness , I had to get rid of him”
“What did he do then, where did he go”
“They said they would rehabilitate him, at their expense. But the fool refused. Can you believe what he told them – give me the cash, I will rehabilitate myself”
“Why”
“Pride – said something about choice, industry and enterprise. He was getting incoherent, we could barely understand him anymore”
“What was that about industry and enterprise”
“Shhh, forbidden words, They may hear you”
“What happened next”
“They said he had a Right to education - he disagreed violently on that too. He said something about a duty to be educated. He also wanted to choose his school and teachers”
“How could he”
“They did everything they could. They humored him with even the Right to Information. But it was never enough for him. Ingrateful sod. Nothing They did ever pleased him.”
“The fire is thinning father, I shall get some more wood”
The contractions were getting much closer and the pain much sharper, as an apathetic fire continued to make indifferent warmth.
“And then he went missing before showing up dead ? “
“Yep, and then he died but not before he mocked in Them in his death too”
“How”
“by planting a story, claiming They bumped him off in a fake encounter”
“How did he managed to do that”
“They suspect inside help”
“How did he really die”
“Flu”
“Swine flu ?”
“No, Asinine flu, the Coroner said he had been infected by the Anti-Intellectualism virus“
“This morning a note arrived from him with instructions to be delivered upon his death”
“What did it say”
“It read – Go figure why its better to earn and spend 5 more Rupees on something expensive than to not have earned and never seen those 5 Rupees“
The contractions had stopped, as the cries of a newborn break into dawn.
“Whats with the 5 Rupees”
“Maybe he might figure, what do you want to name him ? “
“Common Sense perhaps… ”
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