"After a span of doting & fondling, there came out at last an eruption of disgust & distrust and he got beaten like a dog left loose. Instead of developing a feel of angst & enmity, it amazingly evoked a sense of responsibility on self with a bit of maturity & a tinge of fear coupled with respect for the man, who beated him mercilessly."
My father who has an army background with a nation service of 13 years now works and lives in Haryana, Karnal. Four years younger to me, my brother stayed with Daddy at his place and after passing High School returned to capital to stay with Mommy & me. It has been now complete one year since he returned home and with it, a year of his continuously increasing insolence. It had stretched to such a limit that me & my Bro couldn't see each other eye to eye. More so I had sworn never in my life talk to him and even cursed him not to get a sister's love until he lives. Things had turned so weary or rather we had grown so tired to put it all under one roof that we decided to give a call to hell.
Dad gave a nod to Mom of his coming home and asked her to stay mum unless Bro comes to know & flee. What had been anticipated exactly at 5 in the evening, Daddy came to Bro's shock! As the clock ticked 5:15 pm, ensued duel between the duos with Mom posing as 'consolidator' and me as an 'on-looker'. The fight rather termed a horrendous beating proved burden on Bro and he got a rocking taste of Daddy's army trained iron knuckles & manly grip. Most of time while beating continued, my father was above Bro pumping punches on him, effortlessly. Young untrained boxer, rather call a victim was just helplessly rolling in a somersault with invisible & invincible kicks, punches, pokes, drags jotting in on him from all sides.
When it became unbearable for the young boxer to make way for hard thuds inflicted by jumbo boxer, Mom came in the picture and compounded. Further I did the job of 'comforter' bringing refreshments like cool water to drink and fanning the exhausted boxers.
On seeing my brother having beaten black and blue, I'd an in-grown fear that he'll bear a grudge for Daddy or rather a vindictive rage waiting to burst. But what's this? Instead, he developed deference for Dad while showing a white feather to him. Quietly submitting to Daddy's brutal but enamored whipping, he brushed aside his impudence completely.
What it took to subdue a vile spirit was just a moment of overturning torture of ugly kicks, poky punches and bouncy drags. Had we adopted such tenacious tract before, the bloody mayhem would have been ended much earlier.
I earnestly hope it always to remain a bygone...