Very Short Story - The Club-footed Lord
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No it was not any mishap, he was born like this. This was a congenital deformity which made him part of all sorts of doggerel his classmates used brazenly when he was in school.
Forgiveness was integral part of his virtue and in fact it was not the forgiveness but the highest level of tranquility he possessed which made him stand-out. As a matter of fact, he had to never forgive anyone who used foul words against him or were calling names, because he never found it hurting. And on top of that, you may see him helping the same guy who was trying to tease him hours before.
There was a tobacconist's shop near his house which will always be teeming in with people, any time of the day. People who came there, smoking cigarettes and chewing betel, took no less interest in this boy if found outside his house. They will make fun of his deformity and they will even not hesitate to say any kind of profanity which this little boy even did not understand. He just gives a seraphic smile to those people and goes inside the house.
One day in the evening, one ragamuffin came to the tobacconist shop and the boy was playing in the yard of his house. Ragamuffin found it immensely amusing, to badger this boy with the posture of a hobbler; but boy look completely unperturbed as though he was completely oblivious of that ragamuffin’s activity.
When the ragamuffin could not pester the little boy he started to leave the place. He was in a dilapidated scooter (which did not have any silencer and except horn every thing used to sound), but the way he was driving was displaying the enormous proud of a person in possession of Honda CBR.
The ragamuffin was making some stunts in his scooter to snag attentions of the people around. But, in the corner of the road he fishtailed and careened into the road side ditch. The boy went running inside the house.
When the ragamuffin opened his eye, he found, people around him were laughing at him. The club-footed boy was standing beside him holding a jug full of water in his hand. The boy asked, “Are you all right? Please have some water”.
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Monday, March 16, 2009
Very Short Story - The Job Satisfaction of a Thief
Very Short Story - The Job Satisfaction of a Thief -
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“What a fecund day (rather night)!!!....” he thought. This had been a better job than his full time day job. He started this as his avocation but now it was his sole bread earning job. He did not want to opt for this but the circumstances were gravitating him towards this. How could he say to his off springs what he does for his earning? How will he teach them to do good things, to inculcate values in them?
It is getting too much….. Everyone will agree that hunger comes first than the values. Also, if he could hide somehow from the society (including his own loved ones) what he does for the social security; he still can have safe way.
He was reminiscing about his old day when he was a daily-wage laborer and used to work hard for 12-14 hours each night, returning morrow back home to face his cantankerous wife. Now he finds his wife’s disposition had got changed with change of his JOB. She might have clue on his new JOB, but she never raised it…. May be she was least bothered, how he earns the livelihood for his family.
Today (Tonight) he had barged into one of the houses of the plush society, not very far from the ghetto he lived in. The house was deserted for last few days and he has been picketing this house for last 6 days. No activities at all… This was like cake walk for him. He jimmied in from the backside door of the house to find that things were at sixes and sevens. This indicating that the owner was not in the country itself….. Still suspecting, looking for any telltale sign, he was tip-toeing from the veranda to the kitchen abutting the veranda. After getting his eyes set in, he sidled from kitchen to the other side juxtapose room. No One there…. No sign of life… so he had been accurate in his judgment…
After that how could he break into vault and got all the jewelry etc was just a fairy-tale story. (Although breaking into vault was not easy but he had all the time on earth to do his job.)
Cramming all jewelries into his lather bag, he looked completely satisfied and like icing on cake, there was good amount of cash also in the vault. This is called serendipity. Once done with the clean sweeping, he hightailed from that place and was moving cautiously from one block to another block. He was lost in his thought thinking that the night could not have been better than this. There was still some time for dawn, and may be it was his lucky night, so he thought of the other house he had thought of paying visit one of these days.
Quickly he took turn to his right and started moving fast towards the next target. After reaching in front of the house he could not wait anymore and started sidling surreptitiously from the side wall of the house toward the back of the house. After he reached beneath one window, he heard some sounds and that transfixed him right there as he did not expected this.
This was a voice of people talking in hush-hush voice. He thought of urgency of fleeing pronto, but something stopped him. He felt like his ears were glued to the wall beneath the window and he was eavesdropping to hear what this people might be talking in hush-hush voice so late in the night.
Female voice: “How would you manage this, even this house has already been pawned for last time loan you took for badhaki’s marriage.”
Male voice: “Do not worry, I will do something. I know Lord Siva is there to help us. Now get some sleep. You have not slept one wink since last 2 night because of this tension… it is not good for your health.”
Female voice(slightly waspish): “But how can I sleep… Don’t be foolish…. Do not expect that Lord Siva will incarnate for you on earth in this kalyug and will raise his hand to rain all the money we need.”
Male Voice (Much annoyed, although hushed, but it was like he was suffocating to break loose): “SO WHAT SHOULD I DO…”
Female voice (sobbing): “If you had not squandered all that money in all those temples and beggars outside, we would have not seen this day. Atleast we would have been better off.”
He was listening to all this and was thinking “what appears from outside is not always true from inside”… He used to think that all the people of this area must be well off, at least not facing this kind of pecuniary problem. The male voice and female voice was still there but he was not interested in listening anymore.
He quickly moved from the place to go back home and catch some Z’s. While moving he was contemplating all he heard. Suddenly he took turn and then moved to the back of the same house where he was hearing the voices. He hurled his lather bag towards the backyard of the house. It made a muffled thumping sound and the moment he heard the sound he sprinted towards his house with a smile on his face. After all, he still can inculcate good values in his younger ones.
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(This Short Story blog article falls into Short, Funny, Hilarious, Thrilling, Offbeat, Quick to Read Stories category as per author.)
“What a fecund day (rather night)!!!....” he thought. This had been a better job than his full time day job. He started this as his avocation but now it was his sole bread earning job. He did not want to opt for this but the circumstances were gravitating him towards this. How could he say to his off springs what he does for his earning? How will he teach them to do good things, to inculcate values in them?
It is getting too much….. Everyone will agree that hunger comes first than the values. Also, if he could hide somehow from the society (including his own loved ones) what he does for the social security; he still can have safe way.
He was reminiscing about his old day when he was a daily-wage laborer and used to work hard for 12-14 hours each night, returning morrow back home to face his cantankerous wife. Now he finds his wife’s disposition had got changed with change of his JOB. She might have clue on his new JOB, but she never raised it…. May be she was least bothered, how he earns the livelihood for his family.
Today (Tonight) he had barged into one of the houses of the plush society, not very far from the ghetto he lived in. The house was deserted for last few days and he has been picketing this house for last 6 days. No activities at all… This was like cake walk for him. He jimmied in from the backside door of the house to find that things were at sixes and sevens. This indicating that the owner was not in the country itself….. Still suspecting, looking for any telltale sign, he was tip-toeing from the veranda to the kitchen abutting the veranda. After getting his eyes set in, he sidled from kitchen to the other side juxtapose room. No One there…. No sign of life… so he had been accurate in his judgment…
After that how could he break into vault and got all the jewelry etc was just a fairy-tale story. (Although breaking into vault was not easy but he had all the time on earth to do his job.)
Cramming all jewelries into his lather bag, he looked completely satisfied and like icing on cake, there was good amount of cash also in the vault. This is called serendipity. Once done with the clean sweeping, he hightailed from that place and was moving cautiously from one block to another block. He was lost in his thought thinking that the night could not have been better than this. There was still some time for dawn, and may be it was his lucky night, so he thought of the other house he had thought of paying visit one of these days.
Quickly he took turn to his right and started moving fast towards the next target. After reaching in front of the house he could not wait anymore and started sidling surreptitiously from the side wall of the house toward the back of the house. After he reached beneath one window, he heard some sounds and that transfixed him right there as he did not expected this.
This was a voice of people talking in hush-hush voice. He thought of urgency of fleeing pronto, but something stopped him. He felt like his ears were glued to the wall beneath the window and he was eavesdropping to hear what this people might be talking in hush-hush voice so late in the night.
Female voice: “How would you manage this, even this house has already been pawned for last time loan you took for badhaki’s marriage.”
Male voice: “Do not worry, I will do something. I know Lord Siva is there to help us. Now get some sleep. You have not slept one wink since last 2 night because of this tension… it is not good for your health.”
Female voice(slightly waspish): “But how can I sleep… Don’t be foolish…. Do not expect that Lord Siva will incarnate for you on earth in this kalyug and will raise his hand to rain all the money we need.”
Male Voice (Much annoyed, although hushed, but it was like he was suffocating to break loose): “SO WHAT SHOULD I DO…”
Female voice (sobbing): “If you had not squandered all that money in all those temples and beggars outside, we would have not seen this day. Atleast we would have been better off.”
He was listening to all this and was thinking “what appears from outside is not always true from inside”… He used to think that all the people of this area must be well off, at least not facing this kind of pecuniary problem. The male voice and female voice was still there but he was not interested in listening anymore.
He quickly moved from the place to go back home and catch some Z’s. While moving he was contemplating all he heard. Suddenly he took turn and then moved to the back of the same house where he was hearing the voices. He hurled his lather bag towards the backyard of the house. It made a muffled thumping sound and the moment he heard the sound he sprinted towards his house with a smile on his face. After all, he still can inculcate good values in his younger ones.
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