Yes Sir I Killed My Dad
Yes sir I killed my dad
He was a jolly good chap never harmed a fly never took any crap
When I went out of line I was sure I would be getting a slap
He tended to me like rainbow in the sky
I was all he had and he was after all my dad
But what followed my friends as you know was sad
He fought two of them single handedly with out a weapon in his hand
Attacked from behind he held on as long as he could
Cried out for help beating the window pane
Some one saw him a fellow nice and sane
Banged the door open to see humanities hour of shame
He lay in a pool of blood as they tore his chest with a knife
This poor old man without a wife
Blood curdled on the floor splattered on the wall
He cried out for help and I was nowhere in sight
High on coke inebriated by with wine
As I sat down for dinner with that filthy swine
I was the reason I was the cause
As I sit back to think it over and take a pause
Yes sir I killed my dad
They came with plastic bags knives, saws and sacks
To cut him up into pieces to saw him up and carry him in bags
I should have been aware I should have seen through that
But I was in a haze to see through the maze
I still remember his eyes his soft gaze
My dad was one in a million that's for sure
I could have saved him but now he is no more
Yes sir I killed my dad
It's a story that is gory and so very sad
In which a son blames himself for killing his dad
Having been battered by the media
And hounded by the press
This is a story of a man in distress
Some say I was headed for it, some say I had it coming
But why did he suffer for my sin's I ask
You were his son you fool and it was his task
I owe my life to him which he sacrificed for me
So have no doubt my friends it was me who killed my dad
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Adrift on a reflective mode on Sunday noon, he posted a pithy poem on his Facebook account, titled ‘Yes Sir I killed my dad', somewhat blaming himself for the murder. However, by Monday evening, he had deleted the post after it elicited strong reactions from his online friends.
In April, the police arrested mastermind Vijay Palande and his associates Dhananjay Shinde, Manoj Gajkosh and Simrin Sood for Tikku's murder, which was planned to usurp the family's properties worth Rs 50 crore. In fact, Palande and gang had planned to kill Anuj, too, after pumping him with drugs and getting him to sign away his properties.
In the poem, Anuj bares his heart out on how much his father meant to him, how he let him down by befriending the murderers and his regret over the tragedy. He, however, insists that he has moved on from it all.
From his residence in Surajmal Vihar, Delhi, where he is writing a semi-autobiographical novel of a young man's Bollywood dream gone astray, Anuj says that the trigger for this poem came with the word ‘patricide' (the act of killing one's father) which he stumbled upon on the internet while surfing.
"Be it my friends or family; everybody was blaming me for my dad's murder saying I should have been able to see the trap that they had laid out for me. The poem's just a voice of a helpless person who essentially blames himself for the tragedy and how he unwittingly became the reason for his father's death. I took it out of my profile as many friends thought it was inappropriate to post, " Anuj says.
Peppered with factual details of how the crime was executed (They came with plastic bags, knives, saws and sacks) and what happened that night (Cried out for help beating the window pane) , Anuj's controlled outburst is a grim, well-condensed narrative of his life's darkest hours. He claims he doesn't visit shrinks any longer and is leading a clean, introspective life, aided by a few motivational tapes and meeting old friends.
"I'll be attending the 75th anniversary of my school in Dehradun. I'm walking through the places I walked before…telling myself I am still the same guy. What happened should not change my bearing, " he says, trying to sound convincing.
He adds, "The magnitude of this evil was such that I kept thinking had I never come to Mumbai to become an actor, my father would have been alive. Though I feel scared, I may return to Mumbai after a few months. I want to get back to acting…so where else but Mumbai? "
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