Virat was taken aback by this. "Main don hoon, bhagwan nahi jiska naam tum apne bachhe ko do." Virat said uncomfortably. 

"Wo sab main nahi janti. Par hum chawl walo ke liye, hamare jaise na jane kitne logo ke liye tum bhagwan se kam nahi ho." Suman shared her feelings. 

Virat just placed his hand on the child's head and smiled. Soon everyone from the chawl surrounded him and he talked to them for some time. They were his people. Not relatives but more important than them. They shared their happiness, sorrow, good news, bad news with him like he was one of them and he heard it all patiently. Then excusing himself from the crowd, he expressed his wish to spend some time alone in his house which was located in this chawl only.

He moved into the house which was just one room with kitchen and bathroom. He closed the door and sat down on the old cane sofa as he remembered today was the day he lost his everything, his family.


Flashback
Year 2002, Same chawl
 
 
A man was dragging his 14 years old son by holding him by his ear into the house. Baba, leave me. Its hurting." Virat shouted as he tried to free himself from his baba's hold. 

"Now you get to know how it feels when someone hurts you really bad?" His baba Ninad Chavan scolded him. 

"They deserved to be punished. They were bullying me since many days." Virat argued back and finally freed himself. 

"You could have complained to your teacher then. Why you pick up fight with them?" Ninad asked. 

"I did complain but they go for the tuitions to that teacher. He took their side and scolded me. After that they were making fun of me. So I had to stand up for myself." Virat defended himself. 

"But like this? You broke one boy's hand and other was bleeding profusely." Ninad shouted again as he remember the conditions of boys. 

"I didn't mean to hurt them so badly but....un logo ne aapko gaali di...and I lost my temper after that." Virat explained. 

"Kya ho gaya agar unhone gaali de bhi di toh? Tumhe unpar haath uthane ki kya zarurat thi?" Ninad asked. 

"You know what? Your honesty, non violence, contentment from the life has not made you a great man. It has made you spineless person who cannot fight for himself and certainly don't care about his family's wishes." Virat said as he looked back at his father challenging him.

"And your over ambition, violent nature and greed will turn you into a monster one day." Ninad said as he slapped his son. 

"Baba, what are you doing? Stop it." Virat's elder sister Deviyani shouted as she came running into the house to defend her brother. 

"He is doing what he always do. When he cant give me answers, he beats me up." Virat said looking at his father again. 

"Dekh rahi ho na tumhara bhai kitna badtameez hota ja raha hai?" Ninad taunted Deviyani. 

"Virat, go from here now." Deviyani asked Virat to leave. Virat left without any word. 

He wanted to argue further but he couldn't ever disobey his sister. After their mother's death she was a motherly figure to him. She took care of him, pampered him and understood him. He loved his sister more than his own life. He loved his father also but there were always ideological differences between them. His father Ninad was a diehard honest and scrupulous person and he believed in non violence while Virat was totally opposite. He was ambitious; short tempered and a person who believed in policy of tit for tat. Deviyani was a bridge between the father-son who kept them together as a family.

"Baba, how many times I have told you? Virat is not a kid anymore. He is a teenager. You don't hit your teenage son like that. Teenage umr his aisi hoti hai, har koi rebellious hota hai is umr mein. Treat him with respect baba. If you keep behaving like this with him, I fear he will run away one day." Deviyani tried to make her father understand Virat's situation. 

"Jab tu teenager thi tab tu toh aisi nahi thi." Ninad asked back while remembering his daughter's teenage.

"Main ladki hoon na, ladkiyan alag hoti hain aur waise bhi mere waqt aai thi mujhe samajhne aur sambhalne ke liye." Deviyani answered while remembering her aai who had died in a car accident.

"That boy considered me as his hero when he was a kid but ever since your mother has passed away in that accident; he has grown apart and becoming more and more rebellious by the day." Ninad sighed. 

"That's because he thinks you had not fought enough for bringing justice to our mother." Deviyani answered. 

"I did what I could have. I filed police complaint against those people who were responsible for hit and run case. They were influential people; they came out of the case scratch free. What could I have done then?" Ninad asked in frustration.

"I know baba, you did your best but try to understand Virat's feelings. He is too young to understand biased and partial ways of this world. Besides, the fact that we didn't had enough money to afford expensive lawyer to fight for us, this fact made him feel helpless. He felt that if police could not bring justice to us then we should have punished those people ourselves and also all this is a too much to take in for a sensitive and emotional child like Virat. His ambition to earn money, become powerful, punish people is an outcome of that incident." Deviyani explained. 

"But where this blind ambition will take him?" Ninad asked, worried for his son. 

"Don't worry baba. Till we are here to support him, we will not let him drift apart." Deviyani assured his father.

Flashback ends

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to be continued.......
ps second update for today just coming up.