How Emraan Hashmi Helped His Son Battle Cancer Is A Story That Must Be Heard And Shared!
Emraan Hashmi’s 4-year-old son was diagnosed with cancer. But Hashmi decided to battle this disease for his child, and with his child. Hashmi says he played Batman for his son, and that turned out to be the best role of his career. It affirmed his little boy’s belief in superheroes, and sometimes that’s all you need.
Here are the excerpts from his memoir
Who is this?’ I waited for a split second before answering him. I needed to make sure I replied to him in the right voice. He might be young, but he’s very sharp.
‘I’m Batman,’ I replied in a low, gruff tone. ‘Is that Ayaan?’
There was a pause. I could imagine his eyes widen with disbelief. ‘Y-yes? Is that really… Batman?’
‘How are you, Ayaan?’
‘I’m okay, Batman. Are you fighting crime in Gotham? Papa told me!’
A lump formed in my throat. I decided to tell him what I had called him for in the first place.
‘Would you like to become a superhero like me, Ayaan?’
He breathed heavily with excitement. I could hear it over the phone.
‘Ye ‘Then listen to me very carefully. It will take some time, but once we are done, you are going to become better than Iron Man! You will be Ayaan Man!’
I knew Ayaan loved Batman. But I had already donned that cape. If I had offered him the chance to be Batman, he wouldn’t have quite liked the idea of us playing the same superhero. The incongruity would get to him. That’s how I decided we’ll pronounce his name in a way that resembled another one of his absolute favourites — Iron Man.
‘Okay,’ he replied. ‘What will I have to do?’
‘Listen to me very carefully, Ayaan…’!’
I remembered the night before, when we had tricked Ayaan into believing that we had checked into a hotel. I had met the doctors and nurses in an adjoining room so that he didn’t overhear my conversation with them. Once I went back to his room, he threw a fit when he was given the insipid hospital food. He demanded pizza and all the other junk that got him happy. It took us some time to get him to settle down, after which he asked me a simple question.
‘Is it my birthday or is it Christmas, papa?’ he inquired, earnestly. ‘Is that why we are in a hotel? To celebrate?’
‘Yes Ayaan,’ I replied. ‘It’s gonna be your birthday soon and we will celebrate many many more birthdays together!’
Ayaan’s cancer was my life’s biggest hurdle. Suddenly, I had to prove to myself that I had in me the stuff that my role models were made off. I had to be Superman, in my own little way. I had to not just fight away the enemy that threatened my son’s life, but also prove my mettle professionally… But the real hero was my son… Kids like him are made of sterner stuff than we adults are. They battle the disease one day at a time for months, sometimes years, enduring pain and sacrificing their moments of childhood that will never come back…
My son wanted to be Batman. In many ways, he has become him. He has coped with pain and has fought cancer. Just like all stories need a conclusion, the story of Batman needs to end too. I don’t have the heart to tell him that Batman doesn’t exist. I don’t have the strength to tell him that after all those sessions of chemo, he won’t have any superpowers. But probably, he will learn by himself, just like I did, that living your life responsibly is a superpower by itself.
So after writing this book, I am going to make one final call to him as Batman. That story needs some closure. This time, however, I won’t be convincing him to have the meal that he’s fussing about or I won’t be calming him down before his chemo session. I am going to tell him, ‘Son, you have endured it all. You are six years old now, and soon you will finish school and go to college. I will grow old and wither away, and you may have to face the big bad world out there by yourself. But you’ve got a great head-start. You have won the unlikeliest of battles already, so now, whatever it is that comes your way, you have to put on that cape of responsibility, hold your head up high bravely and give all of life’s problems that knockout punch.’