STORY-SHARMILA

STORY-

We both were studying in the same college, though he was senior to me . His countenance and bearing , his speeches n meetings and ability to convince even his opponents , earned him great reputation among students and teachers alike. We girls simply adored him. Alas! None of us was able to come close to him. My friend Nita was extremely beautiful and had many friends among boys, but she to failed to attract him. She used to say:”This Chandran is a snob. I don’t like him”

‘Sour grapes’, I said to myself but kept mum. She is very rich and spent lavishly in restaurants and we did not like to offend her.

One day , we were going in her car . I noticed Chandran walking along the foot path ; he had only a book in his hand. “Neeta, stop the car” , I cried, and as soon as it stopped , jumped out and ran up to him. I do not know why I did so. Hearing the sound of my foot steps, he turned his face with a question mark in his eyes.

“Sorry to disturb you ; may I come with you?” “Where?” “Anywhere, I like to talk to you or rather get acquainted with you. I am studying commerce in yu college. My name is Sharmila .”

“Sharmila , I like your name. Is there anything I can do for you?” “Just your friendship, Sir,”I blurted out in my confusion. He gave his hand and I shook it warmly. We went on talking for some time . When we reached the library , he said bye. “When shall we meet?” “Next week here, at the same time”, he said. I got excited and waited impatiently till next Friday. The car came up and all got out , to know what had happened. All clamored for celebrating my success and we went to the restaurant . They asked:”Is he morose?”

“Oh! No, on the other hand , I found him jovial , even courteous. We will meet next week in the library at noon” “Then you must introduce us .”

I waited eagerly and went to the library punctually . I was reading newspapers , when he came and touched my shoulders . I jumped up and followed him . We talked for some time , sitting in the shade of a tree.

“Sir, which is your native place?”

“Do not call me ‘sir’; I am not your teacher . Call me Chandu. Some three generations back , we were in Keralam. There is an old house and compound, in a remote village there . I have not seen it.”

“What about your family?”

“My parents and a sister studying in the school. “

“My friends are waiting to see you .”

I took him to the restaurant . They all stood up and cheered us. We sat among them and Neetu asked “What would you have?”

I :“As you like “ To Chandu:”She is our leader . Neetu, he is Chadran; call him Chandu. He is a Keralite who has forgotten his hertage” She ordered soup and conversation became lively. When we rose after an hour , we had all become thick friends. We gathered around a tree in the lunch time in the college . Boys would comment ‘Chandu and his fans’ The days flew away and the elections to the Union were announced Chandu said:”Neeta will be our candidate” We all agreed

She has money which she spent lavishly, in distributing bit notices wall posters of her photos etc. She stood independently , without any political backing. Her beauty and Chandu’s lively speeches attracted the crowd.

When the results came , Neeta won by a big margin. She kissed on Chandu’s cheek, in front of the crowd.

I was a little disappointed , but I could have never hoped for his love.

On the completion of examinations, we gave a farewell party to Chandu. It was great event lasting the whole night with dances and singing . I called Chandu and told privately:”I know you love Neetu; but remember me too , when you decide your marriage. I love you.” He looked in my face and said:”I do not love her. I may not marry now . I want to study law.”

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After years , I received an SMS message :”my sister’s marriage is on Christmas day. Do come . Inform all our friends” I passed it o to Neetu and others. All others came but Neetu abstained. Her friend said that her marriage was spoiled because of a CBI raid on her house; her father was arrested. We all felt sorry.

I repeated to Chandu:”You remember my request regarding your marriage ? Now, will you consider me ?”

He nodded his head:”Sharmila , from the day one , you occupied my mind. Neeta was never there “ He embraced me and kissed me

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SHORT STORY-MONEY POWER

Story

We used to meet almost daily , during our morning walk in Lodhi gardens . Slowly we began to smile , just to indicate we recognize each other . One day she stopped and said:”We are seeing each other daily. I like to know more about you; come , sit on a bench.”

We sat close t each other “You look very young ; are you employed?”

“I am only twenty two, unemployed ; I stay with my sister.”

“What is your qualification?”

“I am BA English; I am a linguist. I know French , Russian and Chinese”

“Russian! That is good. We have contact with Russians . OF course , they come with interpreters. But if we can speak to them direct , it s an advantage “. She took out her purse and gave me her card. “If you come to my office tomorrow , I shall arrange for your interview . Now tell me , where is your village? Who are there at home?” “My village is in Trichur district , Kerala. Ours is a joint family. We are farmers. No one s employed “ We talked for some more time and went our way .

The very next day , I dressed up with coat and tie. Seeing my preparations , my sister asked:”Where are you going?” “To attend an interview.” I showed her the card. “We wish you all success”

I went by DTC bus. It took about one hour and at last I reached the office. It was a glittering , grand building . When I showed the card to the watchman, he talked on intercom .”Go to room no 321 on the third floor”, he said. I went and knocked the door. “Yes , come in” He was a middle aged ,bespectacled man . I showed him the papers. He asked a few questions and then went out , telling me to wait . After a few minutes , he came and told me to meet Madam in room no 310 . The peon was waiting , with the doors open. I went in and said:”Good morning , Madam.”

She told me to sit down. “Are you happy? Every day you have to travel a lot ; we have our guest house , if you like , you may stay there for the time being , till we give you a flat. Go and bring your bag now itself . I will give my car.“ So I went and came back . That day I did not have any work . I was asked to study the files relating to contracts . I wrote a detailed letter to my mother . We were farmers without any one getting salary income .

The guest house is near to Madam’s bungalow She told me to come and have super with her. She called me at 8.30

After finishing meals , I was about to leave , when she said:”What is the hurry? Come to my room. Without any hesitation , she removed her cloths and became naked . Her breasts were like ripe oranges She placed my hand on them and pressed hard . My penis stood up . When I went to switch off the lights she said “No , I like to see it in the mirror.” There is a large wall mirror . She removed my cloths and enjoyed seeing us in the mirror . She kissed all over my body and when I could not hold any longer …

We lay happy , she placing her head on my hairy chest . She soon slept ; I lay awake ,wondering whether she loves me or merely using me to quench her thirst.

My salary was thirty thousand , after observing y performance , it was raised to fifty thousand . Every month I sent home ten thousand .

I had reason to believe that she slept with important clients . Such things cannot be kept secret . The driver know much , but I cannot ask him . Well , why bother ? Keep your eyes closed and earn money when you can, my heart told me

Some five years passed and pressure mounted from home , to marry a girl whom they had chosen. I told Madam. She was upset . She said:”Why hurry? Can you not wait for some more years?”

So I told my mother t o wait:”My job is purely temporary ; let me be confirmed “ I told them.

Some years passed . Madam said:”At first it was pure sex and your body that attracted me . I do not claim to be pure. In modern times , chastity is a obsolete concept. Now I love you and cannot think of another man as husband. Think of it .”

After some debate with myself , I agreed .

WHY DO COWS LICK US?

WHY DO COWS LICK US?

Cows lick us , not for love , but because they lose salt through sweat . The cells must have saline content in them for biological functions . There is a theory that life began in the sea. As sea water contains salt , cells are salty. We get enough salt from vegetables and meat; but cows eat grass only . They need to recoup the salt lost through sweat.

Elephants do not sweat . So they need no salt in their diet. Give them sweet things and they are happy! Children enjoy feeding them bananas and appam (a dish made of jaggery and rice powder), normally sold in temples.

PRANAYAM (LOVE)

PRANAYAM (LOVE)
Pranayam is the title of the film , which was pilfered and pirate CDs sold in the market , even before the first show was screened in the theatre. This has shocked its producer and director. Mammutty has strongly condemned it. Government has ordered an enquiry.
How will the loss be compensated? Is there any insurance against piracy?

STORY-UNSPOKEN LOVE

Love

We used to get down at the same time from the bus at Trichur. She would go to a school , I found out after following her. “What do you want?” she asked . There was no annoyance; she looked amused.

“Nothing ; I wanted to know where you go.”

“what are you doing?” “Job typing in front of the Taluk Office. I get Rs. Hundred average.”

“I can offer the same money  if you work as peon in my school. Are you educated?

“Did MA in Malayalm.” “Then come with me to the Office.”

Thus began our friendship. She is Principal in plus two section. Very fair and dignified , may be thirty five.  I gathered that she is unmarried

As I knew English , I could help in office work also.

When ever a teacher did not come,  f conducted the class. Madam attended the class for the first time and was pleased . So she posted me as substitute teacher , when one teacher in primary section took maternity leave. My salary became five thousand . My mother was pleased. Some o the lady teachers were very friendly with me . One day Madam asked:” Why don’t you marry Sulochana ? She is good natured and fair.” I secretly loved Madam, but did not have the courage to say so. Of course she is much elder, but I did not mind it. I tried toknow more about her, but she evaded my enquiries. The post man said she lived in a palatial building . Among the staff , no one had seen it.

The school Management confirmed me as a teacher . Time passed smoothly . One day , the Police came to the Office and told Madam that a man seriously injured lay unconscious and they wanted her to come and identify him. They saw her mobile number in the phone of the injured person and that is why they contacted her.

Madam told me to accompany her. His face was disfigured, but Madam had no difficulty in identifying him . He hd come once or twice to see Madam. She told them that he is an Army Officer. His parents were informed. Before they came, he passed away.

Madam was terribly upst. She embraced me and cried. I could not console her. She revealed tht he was her secret lover . Due to the fact that he is a Muslim , they did not want to marry.

“I am pregnant, only one month. I had not told him. To avoid a bad name , You must marry me. I know that you love me. Can you accept the baby? I do not want to lose the baby.”

I agreed. Our marriage was a big event in the school and I lived in the palace , because she belonged to the Royal family.

SNAPS FROM MY 1IFE-friendship

SNAPS FROM MY 1IFE-friendship
I met an interesting personality. Let us call her D
She was talking fluently in English in her mobile and I sat beside her on the Railway platform bench, sure that she will buy my English Autobiography.
D:”We both were studying in the Law College. He was much senior and we loved each other. He used to come on a scooter, I clearly remember. Somehow my parents who were not aware of it, decided my marriage to a business man “
“Was he knowing your affair?”
“Yes . I told him and he just laughed , saying all teenagers have love mania. My dilemma is that we all have been invited to attend the same marriage here.”
“Why? It means you still retain your love?
“No. I know that the past is past. Still I shall be happy if I am not going there.”
My patience was running out. “I said: excuse me , I have a book here . See if you like to buy it.”
She turned to me and grabbed the book. She told her friend:” I shall call in a few minutes”
She was very pleased to get the book. Then we talked about each other. She is living in Singapore . She wanted to keep up our ‘friendship’ and promised to contact me soon.

POSSESSIVE LOVE

If you want that your beloved should not talk or even look at others, it will harm yourself.
We all love freedom. Should not you allow it to your partner? Jealousy is the worst malady, affecting healthy marriage.
I remember a lady doctor, extremely beautiful, who was asked to resign her job, by her husband, a railway engineer.
In one novel, the husband, a parson posted with an army unit during war, imagines his wife enjoying with the neighbor. Poor guy!
Possessive love may be between father/mother and son/daughter, or even for your car!
We may not relish if our friends live in our house, lying vacant, or give it on hire.
It is easy to say it; but like ego, it is part of human nature.
Love and marriage must help each other, encourage one another. Learn it slowly.