TAS-04: I think it was about the middle of 1990 when my first - TopicsExpress



          

TAS-04: I think it was about the middle of 1990 when my first grandson, Appu alias Rajkumar, was in the womb of his mummy, Mrs. Philomina Caesar. At that time, we were living in Al Mullah Plaza, Dubai as a joint family. I had brought my younger sister Ruby’s third son, Mr. Premchandar to Dubai on a visit visa and he started going to Sharjah Shipyard early morning at around 6.00 AM daily from his place of stay. I pitied for him and requested my second son, Mr. Caesar, to drop him for a few days, to start with, at his place of work so that he was not late. At that time, only a couple of days before, I had bought a brand new French Renault car for him and, as per my advice, he was helping the Mr. Premchandar to report at his workspot in time. It will be about the third day or so in the morning of about 8.30 AM when I was almost ready to leave for my office. I received a call from the Sharjah Police Station. An officer in the rank of Brigadier spoke to me in English. He checked if I were Mr. T.A. Swamy, father of Caesar and after my confirmation, he asked me not to feel panic to hear something he was going to inform me. He said that my son, Mr. Caesar, had met with a serious car accident but, luckily, he had escaped with only slight injuries of glass splints piercing here and there all over his face and body, with resultant blood stains. I was taken aback and very shocked. I could not control my emotion but, considering the position of my daughter-in-law carrying my very first grandson in her womb, boldly controlled myself and listened to the whole details of the accident. The Officer asked me to come in person with a replacement shirt and a pair of rubber slippera to enable him to wear them as the ones he had were torn and damaged fully. I rushed to the scene in my car controlling my anxiety and agony and without telling anyone in the house where I was going and for what purpose. Because I robbed his shirt and purchased a new pair of slipper from the Irany shop nearby, no one doubted me but were suspiciously anxious to know what had happened. The moment I got down from the car at the Sharjah Police Station, the Officer rushed to me and consoled me saying that because nothing serious has taken place, not to blame Caesar or to shout at him. He said he knew how a father would face such an horrible situation. He explained that Caesar, unable to control, had slept while returning from Sharjah Shipyard near Al Mullah Plaza underpass and dashed his car against one corner of the tunnel severely and, because of that forceful hit, the car turned upside down and; with the added force, hit the opposite side wall of the tunnel and returned to its original place of hitting again. Public moving around over the underpass have seen this fatal accident and telephoned to Police. When Police came to the scene, Caesar was seen positioned topsyturvy like a pumpkin with wounds and blood stains. The brand new car had smashed and damaged fully. It was very difficult to take Caesar out but luckily nothing very serious had happened to him. He said the Police had formally filed a case against him and that we have to pay the penalty and recover the car from Gady Gabarstan (Vehicle Graveyard). We both came home and faced a hell to control the the weeping and shouting of my daughter-in-law and Mary, my wife and mother of Caesar. I believe, Caesar, my second beloved son, escaped unhurt only to make us live in TAS Villa with luxury cars like Scorpio and Xylo with unstinted financial help in our old age and to see his first son (and my great first grandson) Mr. Rajkumar, born after a very tough prenatal labour pain struggle by his wife and my daughter-in-law, Mrs. Philomina, next year, i.e., on 9th January 1991 and another son, Mr. Steven after a gap of 5 years.. Is it wrong for us to wish and say again and again “Long Live My Dearest Son Mr. Caesar”?
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 05:28:39 +0000

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