15 Rupees

Pre-Blog Statement: This is something that I wanted to write for quite a while… and here it is… intended to be something big but ended up as a really messed up story… :). My writing has lost that punch I feel… which is exactly the reason for my appeal in the previous post.

Radha was hurrying up her chores. Despite being a 30-year old mother of one, she was as energetic as she was in her younger days.

Her daughter Seema came running up to her.

“Ma, today we have to go to T Nagar…”

“I know!” she said, snapping at the child, who blinked, wondering at her mother’s sudden change in mood.

Seema let out a soft “Ok…” and ran out of the kitchen in her own childish way.

Once all the chores were completed, Radha called out to Seema “Seema… We are starting now. Come…”

Seema hurried out, lest her mother’s mood change again.

They walked out together, and once they were at the end of the street, Seems said “ma, we are taking an auto no?”

“Yes…” her voice was almost a whisper.

“Then why did we walk past that auto?” she asked, almost pointing to the auto-rickshaw that was parked just a few feet behind them.

“Shhh. We will not get an auto here. If we walk till the main road, we will get one for 30 Rupees. If we go from here the driver will ask atleast 45.”

“So what ma? It’s just 15 Rupees no…” Seema said with a childish frown.

“Keep quiet. You will not understand.”

Seema simply nodded. As Radha had just said, she really did not really understand what logic her mother was trying to convey. All she understood was somehow spending more was wrong. Not many kids do understand the concept of saving.

Once they were on the main road, Radha waited for a free auto to come by, which was very difficult considering it was peak hour. The drivers of the ones that did come either suggested high rates or simply refused to go to the required destination. Some autos that appraently seemed free from a distance only disappointed when they came closer, as Radha saw someone sitting on the extreme of the seat that was invisible earlier. Finally, after 5 minutes of waiting, an auto came by, whose driver – to Radha’s relief – agreed to come for as low as 25/-. Radha got into the auto and the driver patiently waited for Seema to get in, and started driving.

The ride was good, until there came a lorry which crossed them. The driver, who suddenly felt a strong urge to overtake the larger vehicle in front of him, accelerated. Not only did the driver manage to go at a high speed past the lorry, but he went right in front of it. And in a few seconds, something hit the auto and it fell on the road.

Radha was unhurt, she turned to check if her child was safe. To her horror, Seema lay there with blood trickling down her head. She seemed to have fainted. The driver was saying something which Radha was paying the least attention to. She lifted her child, turned around and ran to another auto and asked the driver to take her to the nearest hospital. The driver, sensing the urgency, did what she said, and reached a hospital in 5 minutes. Radha paid the auto driver and ran in to admit her child.

Seema was in the ICU for a day, and when she finally opened her eyes, Radha’s joy knew no bounds. Her child was saved. In a few minutes, the doctor came in and said “You can take your child home. A nurse will come and give you the prescription along with the bill.”

Then, after giving an account of the things that should be taken care of, the doctor left.

In a few minutes, a nurse appeared and gave a prescription slip and bill to Radha, and left, but not before saying “Won’t you be careful… Grown ups can easily take in such shocks. But you need careful when you have a child with you…”

Radha felt the urge to respond that the accident was not really her fault, but stayed silent. The hospital was the last place where one had an argument.

“Ma..” Seema called out…

“What is it dear?”

“What has happened to me? My head is paining ma”

“No dear. Everything is ok. We will go home in sometime…”

Seema was silent for a while…

“What are you looking at ma?”

“The bill dear. It’s 1000 Rupees.”

“But how will you give so much ma?”

“No no… It is not difficult for us to pay this…”

“Then why did you tell yesterday that we cannot spend 15 Rupees more for auto?”

Radha simply said “Let us go home…” not being sure of how to answer this question from her little girl.

15 Rupees

Pre-Blog Statement: This is something that I wanted to write for quite a while… and here it is… intended to be something big but ended up as a really messed up story… :). My writing has lost that punch I feel… which is exactly the reason for my appeal in the previous post.

Radha was hurrying up her chores. Despite being a 30-year old mother of one, she was as energetic as she was in her younger days.

Her daughter Seema came running up to her.

“Ma, today we have to go to T Nagar…”

“I know!” she said, snapping at the child, who blinked, wondering at her mother’s sudden change in mood.

Seema let out a soft “Ok…” and ran out of the kitchen in her own childish way.

Once all the chores were completed, Radha called out to Seema “Seema… We are starting now. Come…”

Seema hurried out, lest her mother’s mood change again.

They walked out together, and once they were at the end of the street, Seems said “ma, we are taking an auto no?”

“Yes…” her voice was almost a whisper.

“Then why did we walk past that auto?” she asked, almost pointing to the auto-rickshaw that was parked just a few feet behind them.

“Shhh. We will not get an auto here. If we walk till the main road, we will get one for 30 Rupees. If we go from here the driver will ask atleast 45.”

“So what ma? It’s just 15 Rupees no…” Seema said with a childish frown.

“Keep quiet. You will not understand.”

Seema simply nodded. As Radha had just said, she really did not really understand what logic her mother was trying to convey. All she understood was somehow spending more was wrong. Not many kids do understand the concept of saving.

Once they were on the main road, Radha waited for a free auto to come by, which was very difficult considering it was peak hour. The drivers of the ones that did come either suggested high rates or simply refused to go to the required destination. Some autos that appraently seemed free from a distance only disappointed when they came closer, as Radha saw someone sitting on the extreme of the seat that was invisible earlier. Finally, after 5 minutes of waiting, an auto came by, whose driver – to Radha’s relief – agreed to come for as low as 25/-. Radha got into the auto and the driver patiently waited for Seema to get in, and started driving.

The ride was good, until there came a lorry which crossed them. The driver, who suddenly felt a strong urge to overtake the larger vehicle in front of him, accelerated. Not only did the driver manage to go at a high speed past the lorry, but he went right in front of it. And in a few seconds, something hit the auto and it fell on the road.

Radha was unhurt, she turned to check if her child was safe. To her horror, Seema lay there with blood trickling down her head. She seemed to have fainted. The driver was saying something which Radha was paying the least attention to. She lifted her child, turned around and ran to another auto and asked the driver to take her to the nearest hospital. The driver, sensing the urgency, did what she said, and reached a hospital in 5 minutes. Radha paid the auto driver and ran in to admit her child.

Seema was in the ICU for a day, and when she finally opened her eyes, Radha’s joy knew no bounds. Her child was saved. In a few minutes, the doctor came in and said “You can take your child home. A nurse will come and give you the prescription along with the bill.”

Then, after giving an account of the things that should be taken care of, the doctor left.

In a few minutes, a nurse appeared and gave a prescription slip and bill to Radha, and left, but not before saying “Won’t you be careful… Grown ups can easily take in such shocks. But you need careful when you have a child with you…”

Radha felt the urge to respond that the accident was not really her fault, but stayed silent. The hospital was the last place where one had an argument.

“Ma..” Seema called out…

“What is it dear?”

“What has happened to me? My head is paining ma”

“No dear. Everything is ok. We will go home in sometime…”

Seema was silent for a while…

“What are you looking at ma?”

“The bill dear. It’s 1000 Rupees.”

“But how will you give so much ma?”

“No no… It is not difficult for us to pay this…”

“Then why did you tell yesterday that we cannot spend 15 Rupees more for auto?”

Radha simply said “Let us go home…” not being sure of how to answer this question from her little girl.

Urgent – Needed I+ve blood for 22 year old baby :)

I desparately need some I+ve – I for Inspiration!!!
I think my current work schedule is sort of dumbing me down…
I am running out of confidence that I can write!!! Help!!!!!!
To come out of it, and to start writing in full flourish again, I am in desparate need of inspiration in the form of encouragement, ideas etc etc etc…
Would be nice if you can help πŸ˜€

It’s Mine…

I wrote this poem in Tamil actually, in my mounam pesugiradhu blog, but then I thought why not translate it here… πŸ™‚

When my Heart
Filled with sorrow…

I thought –
Where is the hand?
That was to wipe my tears?
Where is the voice?
That was to console me?

I turned –
The space next to me was empty

Then I realized
The tears are mine –
So is the hand that should wipe it
The heart that feels is mine –
So is the voice that should console it

Urgent – Needed I+ve blood for 22 year old baby :)

I desparately need some I+ve – I for Inspiration!!!
I think my current work schedule is sort of dumbing me down…
I am running out of confidence that I can write!!! Help!!!!!!
To come out of it, and to start writing in full flourish again, I am in desparate need of inspiration in the form of encouragement, ideas etc etc etc…
Would be nice if you can help πŸ˜€

It’s Mine…

I wrote this poem in Tamil actually, in my mounam pesugiradhu blog, but then I thought why not translate it here… πŸ™‚

When my Heart
Filled with sorrow…

I thought –
Where is the hand?
That was to wipe my tears?
Where is the voice?
That was to console me?

I turned –
The space next to me was empty

Then I realized
The tears are mine –
So is the hand that should wipe it
The heart that feels is mine –
So is the voice that should console it