Holiday how sweet it sounds…..Its So
refreshing.
Tomorrow is my day, very special day,
private day, tailored for myself.
Its mine, I am the owner of tomorrow,
I wont allow any invasion.
The sudden fall of a time piece does create
an impact, the falling sound loosens the bondage that is ruling.
As my hands reached the curtains, a
beautiful morning was waiting to welcome me, the radiance and the sunshine
about to sing a morning melody
“It’s getting late….hurry up! Take
the shower go”
My mums’ master call rang louder than
the aged old house alarm clock, this is her routine, regular morning broad
cast.
Does she know the beauty of an off
day? the never rested motherhood will go blank should I explain the price of
liberty……
What…..leave? You mean not
working…..what sort of leave is this?
Obviously she has all her reasons to
go into a confusing stage! A school teacher’s sudden leave is her cultural
shock; she was contemplating whether to question me or ask for an explanation
but I was not ready for anything because this day is mine I purchased it for
price! The morning war of a mother and a son ended abruptly without any noise!
The world of slumber took me to an
unknown paradise, I was disconnected from the universe!
I was trying to catch the stars and
the moon, floating on the sky, swimming among the clouds!
How I wish be there eternally, like
crown prince reigning the world of peace!
Am I gone in a deep sleep……?
3 calls missed me, oh it’s from the
work place! By the time I recover from the uninvited call it rang again.
“Can’t you leave a note if you are
going on leave?” my colleague was demanding!
Leave starts with leave everything
behind, basic fundamentals.
Leave that was taken with much
passion and expectation started with note of apology
“The Head Master got some important
matter to discuss with you, please be on call” is this beginning for a
negotiation or a prelude for a preface?
Like a mother hen I repositioned
myself, while moving the curtain clothing for a second time.
The sun rays were usual nothing
unusual of the radiance too. I have experience this heat many a occasions,
while in HMs room, while in the class, in the midst of the meeting and in many
occasions, nothing new a sudden paradigm shift took place!
The divine silence that was ruling
the room should have taken refuge at the deep sea….the morning melody that was
crouching probably has migrated to an unknown destination.
Feeling of discomfort conquered me
instantly all the items in the bedroom landed hurriedly, what is happening?
What is the idea of a short nap? Mums favorite passage. Either a full sleep or
don’t sleep, her conservative argument.
My morning shower finished with an
awful fear and my hand phone looked at me with less friendly. Is the hand phone
sensed something? Oh, ya, it’s ringing!
1
”Helloo sir, time is running out,
have you marked the papers?
Too bad, you are not in if not I would
have detailed you, pay extra attention, marks are very important”
The liberty that was bought is at the
risk. The much anticipated OFF day is robbed, it was smuggled in broad day
light.
My fingers were running across the
key board trying to scroll down the marked papers from my computer, by the time
locating the page and fixing the points the bright morning swallowed 60 minutes
from my allocation
Mums presence was not felt till she
asked me something irrelevant of the lost day; I am the sole owner of this
precious hours but it’s taken forcefully by some uninvited guest, it’s an act
of violence, I am a victim.
Mums chicken parable echoed, these
birds scratch for food and forage for worms, sometimes scratch the soil and
expecting some miracles, like a fallen soldier I was looking at mums face.
2
“Sir two pupils name were missed
out as a class teacher it’s your responsibility, do it straight away, they are
very upset”.
I was invaded, I was snatched, and I
was stripped.
My laptop screen was staring at me as
my fingers were pressing the wrong keys for the right answers; obviously my
concentration is diverting and questioning the betrayers. Some special skills
required to center the mind from running aimlessly, maybe I don’t have the
talent to control my mind more ever am tired!
Mother hen often forgets its location
without realizing she will try to fly higher and higher not realizing she is in
the cage. It’s a pity during monsoon how they get hunted by snakes and
swallowed in my dad’s farm. Why the sudden memories of the birds and snakes at
this hour? My dad?
I was in the midst of an awful day
where a hand phone was nonstop blowing its trumpet.
Staring at the blank wall is a kind
of mental disease, if you are not careful it will buy off your conscious mind;
I can’t take any chances.
“Sir, I can’t find the report cards?”
“At least, should have left the
cupboard keys”
“Sir, the previous week’s reports, is
it ready”
“Sir, don’t forget to bring the
minutes”
“Sir, are you next to your computer?
A new marking system is being introduced”
“Sir HM is very angry”
“Sir, sir, sir…………………….
“Sir an officer wanted to see us in
the Education Department, none of us could go, as it is you are at home, just
go and find out ok!
Chickens may die in hot temperature,
I took the files and walked towards the Education Department.
TRANSLATED BY RAJ SATHYA
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