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New Born

Conjeevaram J Nandakumar

    Mr. Simeon was tamping up and down like a tiger at feeding time in his office corridor. He was a monomaniac on the subject of family pride and had a bee in the bonnet in more ways than one. As far as he could trace his lineage there never had been a female child in his family. His long cherished wish had been to have one female delivered at his own home, but he could feel in his waters that something ominous is going to happen against his wish. His mobile phone buzzed and he attached it to his ear with a sense of foreboding and listened intently.
    “Dad, the doctor says the delivery will be critical and we have to rush Bessie immediately to the hospital.”
    “Ok John, go ahead and admit, but you have my instructions clear. Keep me posted on every development.”
    “Sure dad.”
    At home Bessiei was moaning with pain surrounded by grandmother, anxious aunt, paramedics and doctors of profound wisdom. The elderly female in the house was a woman of great experience who had a very accurate perception of what is good for herself rather than to the family suggested against shifting her to the hospital owing to her experimental philosophy of wasteful expenditure and was perversely reluctant.
    “Grandma we need to shift Bessie to the hospital or else it could be endangering to her life itself.
    “No, that’s your dad’s wish to have the delivery at home,” said the grandma waving her right hand in a dignified, but explicit manner.
    “As you wish,” said John, who had noticed the tone of the refusal, and the gesture that accompanied it.
    “Well, well, now it’s time to administer antibiotics through intravenous. We have to shift her to the hospital at once. It’s now or never,” yelled the doctor who was in a state of excitement and impatience.
    John took his mobile in a hurry and called his father.
    At office Mr. Simeon was in a discussion with his General Manager and other top company staff members. He saw the number and picked up the call and listened to the conversation at the other end. With that he winked at the General Manager as if in preservation of some deep secret, and folding his arms and leaning back in the chair, looked up at the ceiling with profound gravity.
    “Ok no issues you take Bessie to the hospital. I’ll convince grandma, but remember if she is not going to deliver a female at this time she is not returning back home. You alone should return and I don’t know how you are going to manage this, just get rid of her once and for all.”
    “But dad, if...”
    “No ifs and buts. I’ve had enough of this. I am resolved at this time.”
    John after which, he incapacitated himself for further conversation by switching off the phone. He had no other resource but to comply.
    He looked wistfully at Bessie.
    The general manager was solemnly watching the entire discourse between the father and the son through his tortoise shell spectacles without uttering a word as if he had nothing to do with that sordid affair. He knew that his boss had manifested misandry in many ways all along his life but for the first time he had come across that he seemed to be exhibiting trace of misogynistic tendencies too. He turned to the manager on his left and said in a very low and hesitant voice, “Can you imagine a man of thorough bred treating his own daughter-in-law so shabbily like an uncouth boor?”
    At the precise moment Mr. Simeon’s mobile buzzed. The general manager and the manager fixed their gaze at him with a pounding heart.
    Mr. Simeon’s face brightened up.
    “Is it? A female at last after so many years. That’s great. Sorry to have you put in a tight situation. Now you can bring them both safely to home.”
     He smiled broadly at his managers with a cheerful disposition. The general manager and his pal grinned back with great relief.
    John finally breathed out a sigh of relief. He with a buoyant spirit and upbeat mood drove the cow Bessie and the new born calf out of the veterinary hospital back to his home.

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