He was a Human Being

Tears rolled down his cheeks. Vijay mopped the floor with tearful eyes. Arun looked at him.
"Don't cry, Vijju. No use. We will always remain slaves here."
Vijay nodded.
          Satyaprakash Roychowdhury, the great businessman. 13 branches of Roychowdhury industries all over the country. A very wealthy man. His style is, servants should be of age less than 18. The main reason as described by him,
"Children should learn to live their own lives and become independent enough to earn, before being adults."

Jeena Yahaan, Marna Yahaan, Is Ke Siwa, Jaana Kahaan

Vijay whistled and continued to work. A boy of fifteen, but hidden with extraordinary talent of whistling like some professional. Everyone knew this, but all were in vain. Vijay always dreamt of performing on a large platform, and showcasing his whistling talents to everyone. But he knew none of his dreams would ever come true in his life.
         One fine day, Vijay was returning from the market with some bags in his hands, whistling a Ghazal. Suddenly, a big man with a huge belly and a big face, stopped him.
"Son, you whistle so well."
Vijay stopped abruptly, startled.
"Where do you study, son?"
"Umm...I..I am an orphan. I...I st...stay in Mr. Satyaprakash Ropychowdhury's mansion and serve him. Actually, I am a servant in his house. Sir, it would be better if you go from here because it might hamper your self-consciousness if any of your known person notice you here talking with some lower caste servant". Tears glistened in Vijay's eyes.
"My name is Rajeev Mukherjee. You can call me Rajeev uncle. Never ever talk all those nonsense in front of me. I am the owner of a music studio. I am coming to Mr. Roychowdhury's mansion this evening." Saying so, Rajeev uncle hugged the boy.
Vijay started howling in his arms. During his lifetime of 15 years, he had never received such affection, which he got in these 15 minutes.
          In the evening, Rajeev uncle did surely come to the Roychowdhury mansion.
"Mr. Roychowdhury, this boy Vijay is an extraordinarily talented and God-gifted boy. I want to take this boy and take care of him as my son. My son is almost older as he is. I live in Canada, and I am the owner of a music studio. I want to make an album with this lad, more precisely with his whistles."
Satyaprakash stared at the man, dumbfounded.
"What the hell are you speaking about? And who are you? Moreover, why should I release my servants just because an unknown person wants to adore him. Nonsense!", Satyaprakash spat as he spoke the words.
"Sorry, sir. My name is Rajeev Mukherjee. And I knew you would burst out on me and so, I have brought a gift for you. After all, a businessman always understands business, the best" Saying so, Rajeev uncle smiled and took out a bundle of notes from his pocket.
Satyaprakash's eyes glistened.
"This boy is very irresponsible and of no use to me. If you want, take him away", said Roychowdhury, counting the notes.
"Come Vijay. From now on, you will be a NRI. Come with me", Rajeev uncle smiled and took Vijay's hand into his.
          Vijay's dreams again came into his vision.
"All the best, Vijay. At last, your dreams will come true. Will miss you so much, bro." Arun hugged him and cried. Vijay's tears fell into Arun's cheeks.


          Canada, the second largest country in the world after Russia, the land covering 3.85 million square miles, the land of "God Save the Queen", the land of Justin Trudeau, and the country of Justin Bieber. Vijay couldn't believe that he was at the Canada, at Toronto.
          Rajeev uncle led him to his house.
"Ritesh, look who's here", Rajeev uncle addressed to his son.
"Uncle, I would always be grateful to you. I love you, uncle." Vijay hugged Rajeev uncle tightly.
"I love you too, son." Rajeev uncle smiled. "I have just one problem. Can you please fix it, dear?"
"Anything for you, uncle." Vijay was still hugging him.
Rajeev uncle loosened the hug and said,
"Actually son, while on our way to here, I got a call that there is not enough capital to make an album. But we'll make it soon. Sorry, Vijay. The kitchen's that way. My wife will show your other things to do. In other words, Ritesh pledged to keep a servant in our house, of his age. And I can never ever disappoint him. The moment I saw you in India, my happiness knew no bounds. I love you, son."

Some droplets fell into the marble floor, from the fifteen year old orphan's eyes.