Mr.India and his sons Amar, Akbar and Anthony

Amar, Akbar and Anthony are called in the guest room by their father Mr.India. He assumes his place in his usual armchair while his three sons occupy their place on the sofa-sets placed infront of him. He starts the conversation saying that I feel a need for change in our lifestyle. All of you have been obeying my rules diligently and I feel like rewarding your good conduct. We shall make-over our entire house, redo the interiors and install Air-conditioners. Thats great daddy jumped Anthony with joy. I will now be a proud husband and father giving away all luxuries to his family. Akbar was puzzled a little and gathered courage in asking his father about where the money is going to come from. Mr.India replied with all smiles, I am parking all my savings for this make over and also arranging for loans. All you my dear kids you just need to pay me Rs.5000 a month which is only marginally higher than Rs.3000 a month which you have been paying me for your accommodation. Anthony employed with an MNC as an engineer hugged Mr.India, O My dad! You care so much about us. I really love you and this paltry hike is nothing against the happiness which it will bring. Akbar an accountant with a private enterprise was little uncomfortable but soon joined Anthony and said that I should be able to manage it. Akbar thought that yes I may have a tight budget to cover food costs and education for my two children but I am anyways getting a pay hike and I should not let this opportunity to go by. Mr.India turned to Amar who was speechless. What do you say son? Amar sheepishly replied, Dad! you know I don’t have a secured income and I somehow manage Rs.3000 to pay you. My kids are growing and so are their demands. This additional expense is beyond me. What’s wrong with our house? Anthony roared at Amar in anger that it is people like you who are anti-development. You are not willing to part away a meagre amount for such bounties. I feel ashamed of calling you a brother. Akbar was quick to pounce, Hey Amar do you think that you are only one with the problems. Grow up and learn to move with the time. Why are you becoming an enemy of happiness of all of us? Dad, this Amar is ungrateful and we just should not deviate from our plans for him. Nowhere to go, Amar is scratching his head. He is unable to imagine his plight with this unexpected twist of turns.