10.31.2016

Black kitten one.


Black kitten one.
                                     A short story
                                    Muthu karthikeyan,Madurai
When it said ”meow” the first time I noticed it. it was a cute black and brown mixed kitten.
It look at my face and once again said ”meow”.
I thought it asked- me some food.
I mixed rice and sambar and put to it.
It didn’t accept it.
My mother laughed and said”it will not accept sambar rice. It will accept only non-veg or curd rice”
I got into kitchen and get away with curd rice to it.
It ate it. When it was taking food it inclined its head. It adds more beauty to it
After having food it entered in side
I said ”su,su”.
My mother once again laughed and said “it will not take any food and unless we offer to it”
I noticed. There was milk in a cup. It just ignored it. It got into kitchens upper slab and slept
“It ‘s very good cat”.
At that time we were living in a house which has both ground floor and upstairs.
Ground floor only accommodated me and my mother.
In upstairs my brother and his family were resided.
There is one interesting character called Ravin in our family, younger son of my brother. He is not just naughty but  we received  daily based complaint from his school  and my brother and sister-in-law would attend the principal of the school with bowed heads. he was  studying 10th standard in a good named school.
Management of the school said only because of Ravin  the whole school get bad name.
It was many no of times they were ready to give the transfer certificate.
Simply saying he is a type of child which was portrayed in pasanga-2  film.
He is very intelligent and good in his studies but because of his bad friends he didn’t care about lessons.
When he was just three I went to telephone booth near by house and I ran out of money . when I told to booth manger and he just said” it ‘s all right I think you are Ravin’s chithappa(uncle)”.
It made me feel differently about his influence at the age of only three. When walking in the street, he will have a conversation with everyone.
But by getting in age of fifteen he has many bad friends. And he formed as a head of that group of rowdies.
Even though very bad characteristics we cannot deny he has excellent inter-personal skills.
Akash first son of my brother didn’t study well .but he was not as naughty as Ravin .
Ravin’s intention was having a pet dog with him.
But my brother Ram never accepts it.
Because pets have only short term of life theirs loss will  be a big  depression to children like Ravin.
But at the same time in ground floor we fed that cat every day.
This cat is feminine. Some time it will come with another male cat. My mother will not allow mw to feed male cat. After making left of male  cat we fed our black kitten . without  taking food it will simply stands calm. I  could understand  our cat about its feeling.how ever we decided too feed our cat only.
There will be a fight between my brother and Ravin when there is a cat  grown-up by me and my mother
Why should not he adopt a dog?
My brother ram adviced my mother not to feed our cat. But we didn’t accept.
“it will not end up to current position.it will put kittens and all will settle here” he strongly said.
But without known to my brother we fed it.
What he said was happened one day. In our long room ‘s corner there will be a unused waching machine without working condition.
One bad morning.
In the unused washing machine there is a small kitten.
But without knowing seriousness my mother called Ravin. “Ravin come here  there is a small kitten”
My brother came from upstairs scold my mother for 10 minutes. My mother came to the stage of cry.
We took out that new kitten we  simply put it outside of the of our house.
Within three days new kitten   was disappeared..
Within few months my mother had heart stroke. She was admitted in the hospital and she went to my sister rani’s house as here there is no person to take care of her.
Mean time I received food from my brothers house. It couldn’t be guaranteed that I will receive curd rice. I made a different plan. Instead of come by  bus from the institute worked I saved five rupees.
I bought a curd cup for five rupees I simply put a cup of curd for its night food.
My sister-in-law always showed opposition to our cat for the only reason it was grown up my mother.
Every time she made compliant about dog that it scared her. Nobody is admitting her statement because all of us known that it was very good type.
It put another kitten. But this kitten was different one . Whenever I feed mother cat ,the child cat will
Oppose and fight with its mother’s cat. Mother cat simply stand calmly. It only known that is its kitten. That kitten didn’t know that it was its mother.
With in few days second kitten also disappeared.
There was a continuous mental torture by my sister-in law to my brother that mother cat shouldn’t be fed by me..
My mother came back from my sister’s house. After 10 months my mother died.
After my mother’s dead there was strong opposition from my sister-in-law to not to feed   the cat.
My brother advised me about this .but I didn’t care about.
But unfortunately it put three kittens same time.
That is also with in inside of my house.
I put the entire kitten in the outside but within the outside wall of my house. It simply tried to take each one in inside of my family. Each time I strongly opposes and put out side. Daily I fed all the four cats.
When the mother cat sit along with its three kittens there will be pride in its eyes that it is a mother of three kittens.
It irritates my sister-in-law eyes.
There is no strong reason to be told by her to not to feed the cats.
Days passed .one morning  Ravin tried to punch one of a kitten  by silver rod . Suddenly mother cat tried to make a scratch in Ravin’s  hand.
House exploded. my sister-in-law suddenly got angry.
But I want to ask only one simple question. If Ravin was attacked by other she will simply watch it?
But I didn’t ask it.
Within two days entire cats were disappeared.
One day I was told by brother that mother cat died in an accident. And all the kittens were disappeared after its mothers dead. I didn’t know whether it was true or not
I remembered pride in its eyes when it was surrounded by three kittens.
Because of Ravin  forming of head of a group, my brother sent him to erode for higher secondary studies
Ravin was admitted in the hostel and he was crying whole the year in the remembering of his parents
(But after watching pasanga-2 movie and its resemblance to Ravin I cry about thinking him is another story)

Six month passed. I was laying in the mat in the floor. A cat come from outside and run inside speedily and returned back to outside of my house.
I could identify it was one of the kitten which was in my house.


I could identify it was one of the kitten which was in my house.  A thought appears to ananth that why shouldn’t we feed it?suddenly  he decided ‘no this story must end here’.
 















9.22.2016

Memories of my mother-part-1




When I describe about my mother you may feel like she is  like your own mother. Yes most of the mothers are same type. Mothers may be different on doing roles other than doing mother role but doing on mother role ?

She carried meshoulder in her like a kankaroo even when I was five years old.All of the people in our street will yell her like “hey,he is getting old enough to walk,make him walk”. She will not care about their words.
When I was studying in mangayarkarasi higher secondary school (Madurai) up to eight standard she will carry my school bag and will walk with me to school on morning and evening.

After I went to ninth standard even though I carried my school bag and went to school alone with out my mother  her eyes will be only on the clock on every evening . if it was getting even five minutes late she will get afraid. 

As we were lower middle class family I can still remember the day when she talk with me “we are all poor. Education only will help us”. I think it might be when I was five or six years old. Her words strongly recorded in my mind.

She gave respect to discipline. It was one day when I returned from school I went outside for buying chocolate. Mean time she checked my bag and found  two geometry boxes. In one of  geometry bag there was 30 rupees(it was 1986 and rupees 30 is  bus charge per month received from the studentby the school .) when I returned from shop she enquired me about it. I understood thst by mistaklenly I took another student’s box
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She ordered me the first thing I should do is to hand over the geometry to the headmaster of the school.
She will not order any thing from me . all the thing going to store, washing clothes have been managed by her. She took care about how we should grown. My father never care about ours growning. even when I took poor marks in exam she will only scold me for it .our father will simply told that don’t said any thing to our child .he will take good marks in next exam” .

Even I finished polytechnic and joined apprentice in TNEB,  one day It was getting half-an-hour late .she sent my father to enquire about it.

After finishing tneb apperentice I was a psychiatrist patient for some years. on those days on evening time  she and me will go to all temples in the nearby area daily.

Sometimes(not all the times) my father will buy snacks. She divides into all of our family members.But she will give me her  share to me. And ahe will not eat anything. 

“I don’t like these type of struffs”

It is the reason tells by her. But I know she sacrifices it for me.

There is no habit of purchasing book in our family and close relations. And most of my relatives hadn’t studied  good. 

When I was studied in 9th standard we noticed the advertisement in a newspaper (January 1987) that ponniyin selvan written by kalki going to be republished. 

That time kalki’s price was rs 1.50. daily my mother gave 35 paisa to buy  éclairs chocolate. By sacrificing éclairs I bought kalki. My mother encourages us to buying and reading books. Within few weeks there was an advertisement on kumudam that sandilyan’s mannan makal was going to be republished. By saving from my sisters daily pocket money(daily just two rupees)we  bought kumudam also.

I not only liked ponniyin selvan  I also liked other stories and articles in kalki. When ever my father went to relations he will proudly say “muthu is a kalki reader”.

We knew very much my mother how struggled for daily bus charge  for me and my sister.

                                                                                                          Muthu karthikeyan,madurai








7.06.2016

House Nearby- A short story

  House Nearby-       
                                                                 A short story 
 

It was those days that I had decided to write something.  I decided to write but I couldn’t decide whether it was Tamil or English. Finally one day I decided to write in English. I spoke about it to varathan,  my close friend.
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He simply giggled. ”first learn the abcd. after that you can decide about it”


“ You under estimate my English language knowledge. One day you will know about it”.


“Ok ,ok what things you are going to write?”


“First short stories.  After that novels”


“Do you have theme about your first short story”


“Not yet”.


“First you have to think about theme for your short story.”


It was 2003 December


At that time there was a house near  my place.A forty years old lady and her son of age  fifteen lived there.


She was called as Sheela. And her husband raju was working in Chennai. He visited  Madurai once a week on Sunday. Her son prasath was a very cheerfull boy.


I always wondered about it how he can be always happy.


But upto my knowledge I know he is only average in his studies.it is a big problem for his mother.


I didn’t have speak with him because on those days I was a very shy person. I freely spoke with only my friend varathan and his family members.


One day prashath played cricket with his friends. On that time the ball hit  glass window of my house. he said ”sorry anna”.


“no, it is not a problem” I answered.


“you are very nice person”.


“Thank you. But I think you are happiest person in the world”.


“I don’t seek happiness from outside. It is in inner side of me”


After this conversation I thought about him that he is also a great thinker.


Here I have to mention about his father. He was a very bold person. He spoke  soundly and he showed boldness in all of his activities.


There was a bike kept in their house. It was not in use. But whenever raju visited Madurai on Sundays he made running the engine of his bike at standing stage for atleast one hour.

He would do it on every Sunday. as a routine work.


One day a beggar dressed as a sage came to our street. Raju had a long conversation with him.


I couldn’t understand their speech . I thought they had  a speech about spiritual things. On those days spiritual things are anonsense to me. But I came to know that raju was a great spiritual thinker.

Totally I had a opinion about his family. Son was the happiest person in the world. And his father was the boldest in the person in the world. And also they were spiritual thinkers.


But all these things came to an end on one day.


One Friday evening when I returned from work there was a large crowd in our street.i came to know that prasath committed suicide.


I couldn’t really believe it.


Why?


Why should the happiest person in the world commit suicide?


After that I came to know that he scored very poor marks in maths in the half yearly examination. His mother sheela scold him for it.so he did it.


Next day only raju could arrive from Chennai .


He showed no sad  about it. He simply ran the engine of his bike as he did on his every visit to Madurai.


All the persons in the street angry about him.


“ is he really a human? All the street questioned about raju. I couldn’t really understand about his behavoiurs. Did he want to show his boldness that even he didn’t going to worry even his son commit suicide?.


I thought once again that he was the boldest person in the world.


After this incident their family (his family is nothing but raju and sheela)moved to trichy.


There was no information about them.


But after six months an information came from trichy.


After six months raju also committed suicide.


Why?


Why should the boldest person in the world(as I think)commit suicide?


Finally I said to my friend that “I got the theme for my first short story”.





                                    -Muthu karthikeyan,Madurai

























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