Friday, February 29, 2008

The Demise...

Tip.....Tip.....Tip......
water drops from no where fell upon me...
SPLASH!
It became bigger....
It started raining.....
I wanted to run like all others and find a shelter for myself....
But I could not!
"No more....." screamed my heart....I had run for a long time now.....

. . . . . . .

I came home late that day....
I searched for him all over the place...
the night was dreadful...
the lights went off...it was pitch dark...
"Don't be afraid of the dark! You are a big boy now!" His words echoed in my ears.
Suddenly something struck me........ the prompt realization!

I saw my mother lit a candle....
her face gleamed as she held it....
her eyes were dried out.... just like the arid rivers in the summer...
not a drop of water!
her face like the barren soil of the south...
those drought hit wrinkles....
suddenly she looked so old to me.....
She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever known....
But...no more....

we had moved to a smaller place now.....
someone suggested it would help us move on...
but we all knew the fact...
we no more could afford a bigger place......
neither did we needed it!

I never ever dreamt even in my worst nightmares that things would shape up like this...
when it actually started ..when it ended.. I had no clue...
I knew nothing... I still wondered how did I even fit in here...
the reason....... was beyond me....

Murthy, my father's brother arrived and thus my uncle.... arrived....
"Don't you worry vadinaa*, I had sorted it out.... hari would work at my friend's office once he completes his exams. Four thousand a month is the pay." He tried to assure my mother..... who didn't speak a word...
I wondered if she had even heard them.....

"One more thing... I think the time has come to divide the property. I know it is too early for you.... but try to understand me... I have to daughter to marry off. I met the lawyer today....
he will brief you everything tomorrow." My uncle divulged.
"It's even better for you... it will help you pay your debts..." He added.

It might be my age which disabled me me to interpret the whole monologue...
but I still figured out that... troubles were brewing right behind our backs.....

. . . . . . .

slowly....
we started our selling business....
mother said we don't need few things anymore.
but I knew.... what we really needed!
the huge sofa set...
the heavy bullet...my father's bike... it was really no use now... unless I had to wait for four more years to officially ride it.
but what still confused me was...my mother's jewellery...
I still wondered why she considered it useless now.

. . . . . .

It was Diwali...
But we didn't celebrate...
we were not supposed to... that's what mother said....
I felt bad at the beginning but then...
when I calculated the amount of money I would save upon the crackers, sweets and the dress...
I felt relieved.

Then the new year arrived....
We were not supposed to wish anyone happy new year...
well..that's what my mother said!
For the first time time... I didn't send a new year card to my favourite cousin Sheela.
Neither did she...
I wondered if even her mother told her not to wish anyone..
was it also a not-a-happy-new-year for her also?

Time passed at a snail's pace...
The summer arrived...
I completed my schooling.
Ninety four percent... read my scorecard.

"congratulations! your son topped the whole district...."
for the first time in months I saw a slight hint of happiness in my mother's face..
still tears rolled down her face...
I somehow got used to them...

"Don't you worry vadina, I have sorted it out .... Hari would study at Hyderabad and I will also make sure he gets a scholarship including fees exemption." My uncle Murthy announced.
I wondered if I didn't needed to go to his friend's office now.

"One more thing... I heard you sold the bullet last year.. and it fetched a good price... Brother always thought of gifting me the bullet. Please don't take it wrong... as even Hari's fees is exempted I was wondering if you could give me half the money of the bullet.... I have a daughter to marry off...please understand my position...." My uncle spoke..

But my mother still maintained her calmness.
Silence is sometimes eternal... I learnt soon.

. . . . . .

It was time to leave....
my hometown....
my school....
my friends....
my childhood...
my memories....

I was glad mother was coming along...
My maternal uncle made the arrangements for us this time....
Mother would teach in a school...he affirmed.
Thank god Murthy uncle didn't sort out anything this time...
I was to join a college ... No fees and scholarship...

. . . . . .

I joined the college...
It was beautiful....
Huge buildings...
even the city was too big.....
Mother asked me to be careful......
"Make good friends. And don't you get lost anywhere!" She ordered.

I had to fill in my add mission form.....

Name: Hari
Father's name: Late sri Dharma raju
Age: 14

......

Vadina* : A Telugu word for sister-in-law

29 comments:

test said...

that was amazingly touching dude.. you have a very good style and i was literally watching the story being acted while reading..in the end, i was speechless not knowing how to react.. your story deserves a standing ovation..

Mythreya said...

thanks a ton manorath!
I am glad my efforts didnt go waste

Unknown said...

a matured one this.....
glad u r glooming into a versatile blogger...
keep trying harder....

very sensible one...

all the best matty..!!
hope to see more on this column...

Mythreya said...

thanks shruthi....

Zahid said...

Oye....This is so like matty again... Touching and that font of style... hey you never go below expectations dude...that i felt wasnt your style tahts all

Mythreya said...

thanks dude..
umm....

busy-writer said...

ahem, I'm sorry if i sound silly here, but..wot?!! 14?!?! huh?

the whole thing had me gripped. :)

Mythreya said...

umm..
thats the essence yaar..
he was gonna join a junior college..

thanks..

busy-writer said...

@matty
junior college at 14?!?! 14, you're in the 9th grade.

Mythreya said...

really?
i joined my junior college at 14...
ok yaar..
my math is poor..
maybe its 15..

or who knows..
he joiend LKG at 2 yrs...so he is in junior college at 14...

lol..
i am jus kiddin!!

busy-writer said...

lol, haha!
14-9th grade.
15-10th grade.
16-junior college!

oye, btw..which city are you in? omg, i so forgot only!!

and by junior college, you mean PUC naa? as in, pre univ?

Mythreya said...

yep!!
I am at hyderabad dear...

here we call it junior college..

Amalgam said...

great! moody these days? he he
good blog, though i really wish you work on your english... you really make stupid mistakes, you know.

Mythreya said...

i know dear..
i wish the same too....

Solitaire said...

Pretty sad but I think its quite a common scenario. Well-written!

Mythreya said...

thanks solitaire

Sunil Kosuru said...

Tammudu chaala baada anipichindi, good ur strong, wish u good luck.
chaala baaga raasinaavu. :)
amaku naa namaskaaralu

Arjun said...

Its sad man....
Anyway nice description.......
Could run through the scenes on my mind....

All The Best In Life....!!!

Cheers..!!
Arjun

Mythreya said...

thanks sunny raju..
but this was fiction!!

@arjun
thanks guys but this was a work of fiction..

Prachi said...

loved ur style of writing...
sad that the stereotype uncle Murthis still exist in our society.

well written story...

keep it going
cheers :)

Mythreya said...

thanks prachi

Sach1 said...

umm touching...nd oh just 14....
kept me held all thru....

Mythreya said...

thanks sach!

Sukanya said...

dude!!!
it ws just awesome!!
its so sad these kinda things happen all around us..
got goosebumps!!!

manisha said...

hie matty, after a long tym...laurels...really wid d franknees wid wich u wrote this...i mean..i havent seen much people share these incidents on blog....at first it just didnt strike wat to write, shud i appreciate or shud i condole.....wat u hve written!!..it was realy poignant..really...i cud totally empathize yar...god has some great thngs in store for u....cheers

Anonymous said...

An excellent combination of innovative storytelling and realism ! I loved your blog theme too ! Great work Sir !!

Mythreya said...

@knatchbulley
thanks ...
ya its very sad these things still happen.

@manisha
manisha first thing first this is a work of pure FICTION.
and thanks for ur comments..

@Mishra.
thnks to u sir for dropping by...

Unknown said...

Its really sad dude....
Anyways well written.......

Best of Luck for your Future!!!

Cheers
kunal

Mythreya said...

@kunal
thanks dude..
btw..
it was fiction..
i even put the label over there!