Ansul, 30 years old, owner of one major construction company in Delhi, had just finished his work at 8 PM on a usual Saturday. He went to the gate of his mega structured building,whoosh came a black Jaguar XF and driver came running and opened the rear door. Ansul got inside quietly without making remarks as if he has many things running in his mind.
“Take me to the hospital” said Ansul. The driver without asking any further question drove him to the hospital that Ansul visits frequently.
Ansul stood in front of the hospital, took out a Marlboro and lighted it. As the smoke got denser coming out of his mouth, his eye’s got wet. There was something that he could not forget and tears started rolling.
Not long back, 4 years ago, Ansul had finished his MBA from a reputed University in London. He was full of energy and was fair, tall and handsome. Any girl would fall for this guy who was a topper in his university and had smartness in his looks. He had returned back to India as he had promised his father, Mr. Ashok, that he will assist him in his business once he completes his PG.
Unwilling to come back, he was forced by her mother’s promises. But something had changed terribly for him. Ansul’s father could feel a sense of discomfort in the air as only in couple of days, Ansul had fought more than the number of hours in a day! Ansul was randomly going out of the house without informing his whereabouts. Returning home at 4.00 AM was becoming his usual habit. Most of the times, he was drunk and there was always a cigarette in his hand. His voice kept on rising. He was always a pampered child and had got all his dreams fulfilled by his father as a kid. Mr. Ashok was a very well-known business person in the world of entrepreneurship. Mr. Ashok had already built an empire for his son to look after. All big business world leaders knew Mr. Ashok as a go getter, a professional by character and a true gentleman by nature. In short, Ansul had access to everything. Money was never an issue for him.
A year passed on but Ansul’s behavior was getting erratic and unruly. He stopped conversing with his parents. Most of the times he will be out for weeks, partying with his so called most caring friends not realizing that they were using his money and power for their own entertainment. Ansul had 3 break up’s in a year. A night without girls, drinks and drugs was unimaginable for him.
Mr. Ashok being concerned had used all possible methods – by advising, scolding, threatening, talking, etc but none worked. It had an adverse effect on Ansul. He became more arrogant and started using abusive language and showed erratic behavior to his parents. Mr. Ashok realized that this must end but was also aware that it will take toll in his life to get his son back.
Ansul night outs and high on drugs started showing results in couple of years. His eyes had lost its charm and health stated deteriorating badly. Slowly he started to lose his so called friends. Seeing this, Mr. Ashok had an impact too. His health took the toll going bad to worse. He lost interest in his business and slowly in 5 month’s time the loss in his company was growing up. Employees in his companies started to leave from his company more frequently. All was not well!
Finally on September 5th, 2010, everything came to a standstill; Mr. Ashok had faced an accident when he was driving himself. He had a head on collision with a truck while he became absent minded while thinking about his son. He was admitted in ICU and his condition became very critical. Ansul was in a usual party at his farm house and his phone rang. It was his mother and he picked up, a very shrill voice “please come to the hospital. Your father had an accident and he is critical” and teary voice could be felt by Ansul. Something had hit him then and he could not understand anything. He shouted “stop the music, my father, my father….” and tears started rolling down his cheeks. His hands started shaking and imagination made him more scared thinking of his father lying in ICU in a pool of blood. Suddenly all flash back came gushing to him – the way his father took him to school when he was a kid, the way he was gifted his first cycle, the way his father use to sit all night long when he was sick and the way they use to be best friends.
Ansul drunk and high on drugs drove his car at the highest possible speed and reached hospital in a matter of 20 minutes. He went running towards the ICU, his mother was crying profusely. All his father’s friends and his office colleagues were talking to the doctor in front of ICU. Ansul went running towards his mother and hugged her tightly and said “Don’t worry mom, I am here now. Nothing can happen to dad”. He saw his father who was in a life support and his head was full of blood. Ansul could not stand for a minute and started crying too loudly. A very close friend of his father, Mr. Sinha, came running to him and said “We need blood for your father immediately”. Ansul very well knew that his father’s blood group was B-, a rarest one and his was too. Mr. Sinha told, “Ashok needs blood and the hospital is not having it now as it is a very rare group. We have searched in all places and checked at all blood banks too. No one able to provide it. Only one place, the group is matching but it will take 4 hours to reach here. We don’t have time. Do you know someone among your friends who can help us immediately?”
Ansul in a chocked voice “Mine is B-, please take all my blood but save my father. I cannot survive without him”. He went running with the doctor and they checked his blood sample. Doctors came out and told something to Mr. Sinha. Ansul went towards Mr. Sinha and said “Why are they not taking my blood, what’s wrong?”
Mr. Sinha with a very depressed voice told “Though your blood group matches but you cannot give as you are high on drugs and blood is not fit now to be transfused to your father’s body. We have to wait but we don’t have time”. Ansul was shaken off by this as he could not believe that he was not able to save his father. Ansul pleaded holding the doctors hands to save his father and said not to worry about money. His body started shaking and went down on his knees praying to god.
Everyone started calling every possible friends, colleagues, acquaintances but time was running out. Ansul with his mother went to his father’s bed. Both held Mr. Ashok’s hand tightly and Ansul started crying like a child. In a matter of 30 minutes, everything ended. Mr. Ashok had died due to lack of blood. Ansul felt a sudden emptiness in his life. He stopped crying and became quiet. He slowly took his hand off his father’s hand which was in blood. He went out of the room silently. Ansul life had come to a standstill. He could not understand what happened. He started feeling guilty that inspite of having same blood group, he could not save his father’s life.
It’s been 4 years since then; Ansul had quit drinking and partying. He had started caring about his mother like never before. His father’s death had an big impact in his life. He became responsible son, he took over the charge of his company and had done well to stand upto the reputation to rebuild his company.
Though he had many achievements in his 4 years but he had lost the most important person in his life. It took his father’s death to understand his responsibility, to understand himself. A void was created in his life. He feels everyday to roll back the days and think if he would not been drunk and taken any drugs that day then perhaps he would have saved his father. He is cursing himself, feeling guilty till date and everyday visits the hospital till now.
This story has many aspects to life – how things would have been different if Mr. Ashok would not have given everything to Ansul on whatever he demanded in his life, how things would been different if Ansul would not have gone to London to pursue his MBA and rather would have stayed in India and done his MBA from any reputed college. Would it have been different if Ansul would have understood his father’s advice? Would it have been different if Ansul would not have been under the influence of drugs and drinks? Would it have been different if Ansul would have joined his father’s business?
This makes me ponder – “WHAT WENT WRONG?”