After winning many medals for his service when uncle Ram returned to his hometown as assistant commissioner of police he received a hero’s welcome. Though accustomed to fame, recognition in the hometown was a sweet experience for him. The big ancestral bungalow, the big post, the big success, gave him airs. In his vanity, he decided to restore the lost glory of his big ancestral house. Buddhu was an old man who had served the family since his childhood; to him the great uncle Ram was just Ram Baba.
Therefore, when Ram Baba decided to clean up the big garden and do the landscaping himself, Buddhu protectively tried to convince him otherwise. However, the big police officer would not budge so Buddhu gave up and assisted him instead. . An axe was required to clean up the over grown trees and shrubs where the garden once existed. The unused axe was blunt so Buddhu took over the task of sharpening the axe and cleaning up the garden; he did it with great finesse. The cleaned up area was now too big to handle.
To plan a garden in half an acre was quite a job for a man with demanding job. To enjoy the beauty of a landscape and to create one are two different things uncle Ram realized it, but his ego did not permit him to accept it. He ordered all sorts of ornamental plants in quantities enough to decorate the entire garden. The pleasant but awkward disorder of jungle was there but the grace of planned garden was missing. Buddhu who was old hand in gardening, tried to interfere but was kept away because it was to be done in new style. Visitors noticed the change and few were bold enough to comment, “Something is missing”. Finally, uncle Ram decided to take Buddhu’s advice and the change was visible in few months the garden was a piece of art. The appreciation in the eyes of the visitors was obvious.
Uncle Ram was proud and basked in the shower of appreciation. Buddhu received no share of it. He was an old man and did not mind this neglect from the little master, for him uncle Ram was a kid. The newly landscaped garden was the venue for the diwali party. All appreciated the landscaped garden especially Anjali his old time sweetheart. She asked for some special tips and uncle Ram obliged. Anjali also a gardening enthusiast came as per appointment much to Uncle Rams delight. Men behave differently in front of their sweet hearts, especially so if they do not marry them.
Uncle Ram humiliated Buddhu in Anjali’s presence. Uncle ram crossed his limit when he insulted Buddhu for some unkempt flowerbed. “Bring me that spade,” he ordered, in a manner as if he did all the gardening, Buddhu was hurt. None of the family members ever treated him badly. As he was handing over the spade to uncle ram he saw a millipede crawling over, on any other day he would have got rid of the insect, knowing uncle Ram hated it or rather was afraid of it, that day he passed it on. In seconds, the crawly creature was venturing on uncle Rams hand. Having noticed the worm on his hand Uncle Ram started dancing and shouting in an attempt to get rid the crawly creature. This dancing display threw Anjali into a feat laughter. “How do you do the gardening if you are afraid of such small worm?” She asked amid her laughter.
“I don’t do it, I just stand and Buddhu does it “he revealed without thinking. Having proved a point old Buddhu could not hold back his smile.