Like many lazy sundays , last sunday started with my family having our favourite cup of chai and discussing the hot favourite topic of " upcoming Bengal elections" around the dining table as religiously as a Bengali family could.

As the youngest man of 80 years stating how a particular political party will put the last nail to Bengal's growth and us collaborating enthusiastically how that can completely end the concept of the opposition, we never noticed the oldest 10 years old fellow very silently eating his milk and chocos and listening to our conversation.

As we finished the last cup, I got ready to take this oldest 10 year old for a monthly hair cut to nearest men's saloon, as part of our mother and son monthly ordeal, (where from outside the men's saloon I give very strong instructions about how short the hair should be) and then go for my grocery shopping.

As I finished and came back to pick him up, we walked towards my parked scooter. As usual, in the scorching sun my "Ram payari" was not starting. After 15 min of kicking there was no hope...at that point of time to save the "damsel in distress"a man with white shirt and white shoes came out from that particular political party office, and very politely asked me, "Madam , let me help".

I was embarassed and furiously refused, but to puncture my prestige even after 10 min of trial my scooty did not start. The wise 10 year old told me, "Mom ,it's not starting let him help". With his one kick the scooter started. Immediately to hide my embarassment, I quickly thanked him and hit the road. In few min the wise 10 year old told me "Mom see that xyz political party man actually helped you."

I took few min to realise what he is talking about...ohh gosh!! actually he listened to break fast conversation very intently. As I was searching for the words to where to start... Should I explain him in context of his history text book, or Romila Thapar s Mosaic theory in simpler terms, or the anecdotal story of his great grandfather during partition or tell him about "idea of India". Meantime the wise one seating on my back told me " Mom, I think as you explained me earlier all of us have good and evil in us... It must be that... The party is evil but the man is good"

Ohh!!! It was some realisation..parenthood is tough man!!!