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Pleasure

I thought of trying my hand at writing a short story today. Took me two hours to devise the plot, write the story and upload it on my blog. I will be grateful if you can spend a few while reading it and giving your valuable feedback in the comments section below.

Mrs X discovered her neighbour after a long time, quite surprised to find her standing beside the entrance. “Long time no see!” gleaned Mrs X with an ear-to-ear smile, “Where have you been all these days?”

“Just get in,” she motioned towards her living room, “Let’s catch up over a cup of tea”.

“That’s okay,” replied Mrs Y with a smirk, “Thank you”.

“I’m in a hurry. Will catch up with you later,” she spoke the words as she dashed unexpectedly towards her residence and vanished.

***

A woman aged forty-twoish barged into her bedroom, heaving deeply all the way. Her face was both red with fear and bright with snobbish pride.

The twelve-year old budding painter, seated on the bed, glanced her mother without raising her head. She immediately recognised her familiar body language during moments of triumph and adventurous escape.

“What’s the trophy this time, mom?” she raised the much-awaited poser.

“Sabotaged her plumerias,” she replied with a genuine chuckle.

Pleasure - A short story on nosy neighbours

Plumerias (Image courtesy: Wikipedia)

“Sabotaged whose plumerias?”

“That rustic simpleton’s,” she responded motioning towards the house next door.

“You mean, Aunt X’s?”

“Who else?” explained Mrs Y, adding, “And she thought I was waiting beside her entrance for her tea!”

“But mom, what do you gain by devastating blooming flowers? Poor little plants and their hard-working owners!”

“Pleasure, my daughter, pleasure!”

***

Next morning, while watering her little front garden, Mrs X was at her wit’s end figuring out how the top part of her young plumeria plant could have separated completely from the stem below. It had been just a few days that the plant started bearing flowers.

“Didn’t I tell you the last time when my dahlias were destroyed? Never ever harm the plants, got it?” she charged her little daughter.

Mrs Y, standing in her high-walled veranda, thought herself to be doubly lucky to be an audience to the high drama going on in the house next door.

“Pleasure, my child, pleasure!” she thought.

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Sex and Murder: Yet another Angle

The Daughter and Her Beau

The Daughter and Her Beau (Photo Courtesy: The Hindu)

“A young school teacher and her male friend have been arrested for allegedly stabbing her mother to death at her Paschim Vihar residence this past week and then trying to pass it off as a murder during a robbery.”

……………….

“The young man brought a bottle of beer with him and the two made themselves cosy in the house. But Sakshi’s mother, who had gone to a religious congregation in the neighbourhood, happened to return earlier than expected. She had the key to one of the entrances and caught the two red-handed. The woman lost her temper on seeing them together and screamed at them.”

These are the lines from a recent news story. Kindly read the story first in order to enjoy the discussions below.

While prima facie the murder seems to be a typical example of Walter Cannon’s fight-or-flight response of human beings towards stress-causing situations, a closure look can reveal deeper implications of the mental make-up that the youth of today possess. The first impression that any keen observer will have at this level is that the daughter displayed a total lack of values.

I am not going into the humdrum of casting aspersions on the very sexual act that was the kingpin behind the brutal murder of a mother at the hands of her own daughter. Let me assume the intercourse as an ordinary act of wrong-doing, one of hundreds of evil deeds that everyone of us does during the span of our lifetime.

Having assumed the act of Sakshi calling her beau and her subsequent engaging in fornication as ordinary, the only extra-ordinary thing that happened on the fateful day was that she was caught red-handed by her elderly mother. And it is easy for us to imagine how she could have reacted to such an unimaginably bizarre act of perversion that her daughter was seen doing—a daughter completely lost in an orgasmic ‘high’ in between ‘breathful’ of penile thrusts from her partner all in front of her mother! It was but natural for her to lose “her temper on seeing them together and [to scream] at them.”

But how natural was her daughter’s reaction to her? Quite unnatural and very disgustedly undesirable. There were hundred other ways of reacting to her mother’s lambasting words than the one that she and her boyfriend Sunny chose to. There could only be one, if any, in a trillion mothers who were dogged enough so as to not forgive her weeping daughter at her feet. And even if she would not be ready to compromise and be bent on handing her over to the police, what loss could the daughter have incurred in even receiving the noose from her mother? At least she would not have been accused of the grave moral crime for which she is imprisoned now.

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Compromise, Thy Name is Life. Do You Agree with It?

 

Below is an essay which I wrote sometime back for a special occasion. Let me share this small yet interesting essay with you:

Strong and self-confident people, like you and they, may not agree to the aforesaid line. So did Napoleon Bonaparte, Hitler and many others. But, all, at one time or the other, have agreed to the diktat—”Compromise, thy name is life”. And I agree with it.

Life, at every point; from the lazy mornings, when you curse your office for having been the reason for your such a miserable life, to the cozy sweet-doing-nothings of mid-night, when you curse your wife for being such a bad partner; is full of compromises. You don’t like the kaamwali (maid-servant) for being such a frequent absentee, but you compromise and accept her as happily as you are accepted by your wife! Else, she would have left you by now. You, don’t like the government’s ban on AXN’s World’s Sexiest Commercials, but you compromise with a smile, lest your wife, or for that matter, your little son should call you an old, immoral psychopath! You don’t like the long never-ending queue of vehicles, burping and blowing at the busy crossing on your way to office, but you compromise by mouthing a few chosen adjectives at the system, or at the hefty, bald man, who overtakes his vehicle just in front of yours and makes his way! You compromise, because you just can’t reach out to the system and shout at it for its follies, you just can’t get the better of the hefty, bald man and rough him up.


So to say, there is a zillion of examples to prove the fact that, we all are the preys to Compromise and at some point or the other we keep on compromising. But, nevertheless, we must keep on fighting with all our might, not to cut a sorry figure in front of compromises. Because compromises keep on teaching us the lessons of patience and perseverance.

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A Mantra that Assures You a Malice-Free Life

Relationships are like mirrors. Smile and your image on the mirror will smile at you.

Show your fist and the person at the other side of the mirror will hurl a fist at you too. Same is the case with human beings.

We are, by nature, social animals. And our daily routine includes interactions with dozens of other humans. All these small interactions can be related to the analogy of mirrors. When you smile and say good things to a person, he or she also reflects the same vibes. If you frown and say ill of him or her, the same is expected from the person. In other words, there is a universal application of physicist Issac Newton’s Third Law in all realms, that is to say, “Every action has got an equal and opposite reaction.”

You can find many manifestations of the same law. “Thou shalt reap what thou hath sown.” To sum it all we can say, “Every effect has a cause behind it.”

Next time, if you find yourself at a situation in which somebody has frowned at you, you should consider his anger as a manifestation of an effect. And try to find the corresponding cause for the same. For this you need to calm down and replay in your mind the entire set of interactions you had with the person, leading to this effect. If you can find out the cause, without asking him/her, half the problem is solved. This method can be used to solve an otherwise escalating situation which is bound to land up everyone in trouble.

But, if you can keep a tap on all the actions you do, you can considerably reduce frown-inviting troubles from other people. It is because, we have a control over the causes; albeit, we don’t have a control over the effects.

This way we can win more friends than foes, and can amass more love than hatred and can greatly improve our personas, our business and above all we can make the world a better place to live in.

True, this way you are actually moulding other people’s actions, taking all the malice away from them and replacing it with love and goodliness, whenever you require. This simply means, their love and smiles are just a creation of your whims. Does that mean you can never get true love from anybody? No, the route to receive genuine love is still open. It is not necessary that people behave like a mere reflection of your actions. There might be a handful few in your life who go out of the way to love and smile at you even when you are at your fighting best! Those are the people who are actually made for you (by Him!) Wait for them to come in your life.

But for all practical purposes keep spreading the most unstinted love and the cutest smile so that the supply of love and smile from others remains a continuous process.

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