"You just get out of here", were his words. Rakesh was obviously not happy with his dad as he had come drunk back home. It was around 10pm that night and I was lynching my dinner when I heard Rakesh shouting and banging the door. I'm basically a quiet person, someone who loves silence. I glared at Rakesh as his face turned red towards his dad, my uncle.

My little confused and crazy mind was as usual, quiet, thinking of what can happen next. In fact I was disturbed but I just resumed my dinner and kept quiet. Rakesh, my cousin brother is a person of very strong personal taste. I have observed him many times, he sticks to his own way of life. I was little apprehensive about it in the begining when I met him about 3 years back. But slowly I realized that basically he is a good guy but with a very different approach towards life than mine.

My Uncle had some party and was drunk that day. He is basically a social person, a person who enjoys company of others. He cannot resist parties and thus drinks follow. Though I dont drink, I'm not against those who drink. But I believe, you should not disturb others after you drink. My uncle was used to disturbing people around, he used to shout at night in sleep, go to neighbours and talk to them at night. We had explained him a lot of times but all that never was actioned. Its not that he doesnt understand this, but always lost his self control and went after drinks.

That day, Rakesh closed the door and didnt allow him to enter indoor. Uncle kept quiet and sat outside in verandah. May be he himself had started feeling guilty. I was very disturbed and so peeped out of the "eagles eye" in the door to see what he was doing. Yes, he was sitting in the steps in verandah. What can I do, I thought. I too was irritated of him as drinking once in a week had become his habit. Everytime I used to vouch for him and ask Rakesh not to shout at him. But this time, I said to myself "No, I will not support him".

It was getting late, so we all went to sleep. Uncle was still sitting out in the cold verandah. Around 11:30PM, he made an attempt to get indoors by ringing the bell. Soon my aunt got out of her bed and moved towards the door, but there, she found Rakesh. He was furious as he didnt wanted him inside. I didn't say a word this time, somewhere inside even I wanted the same. We didnt open the door, he kept ringing the bell again and again. We thus cut the power supply inside and again all of us went to sleep. There was no bell ringing now. Around 1PM, he started banging the door and shouting from the verandah, he wanted to get inside. Now Rakesh was furious, he opened the door, hit him hard on his face and asked him to pack of his bags and just leave our house.

Rakesh took his bags out, packed it with his clothes, dumped some money into his purse and threw it out at him and asked to push off. I was not feeling bad for him, this time. I dont know why but it was as if I wanted that to happen.

Rakesh went out at night, got hold of some auto and sent him to railway station with his bags. Rakesh was damn against his dad drinking and he himself had advised his dad to avoid drinking but uncle never obliged to it. 

My relation with uncle was more a formal one. I liked him for his calmness and easy going attitude when he was not drunk. But he was a very confused person. The more I stayed with him, the more I started understanding how different such people can be. They look very good outside but they care damm about others who stay with them. Uncle always used to think about himself, he wanted his work done first, ne cared damm about if Rakesh or myself or my aunt had their own needs. At home he used to quarrel for small small things and that changed my attitude towards him. I dont like selfish people, I dont know I cannot digest such personalities. May be this dislikeness towards his stopped me from stopping Rakesh when he hit Uncle on his face.

He was off now to railway station, but I knew something, he is not a person to shed even a drop of tears. He would have gone to railway station, would have smoked some cigrattes and enjoyed his stay there at night. And yes, thats what happened. Early next morning, we saw him back with his baggage. He had a calm composed guilty cunning face that tried hiding all his mischieves.

Rakesh had gone early to office that day, he knew when Rakesh goes out and so he planned his return that day at that time. As usual my aunt then started shouting at him, "dont you have shame on self, y did you return back, you have good pension, why dont you go back to village and stay there?". But he kept mum, went inside, kept his bags back, and had a good shower followed by a good sleep.

Tension prevailed in our house for the next 2-3 days, we all knew he will be quiet for a few days and then will be back with a bang with Bagpiper, "mil baitenge teen yaar, aap mein aur bagpiper" !!