House Nearby-
A short story
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.
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.
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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