Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Crooked masks

Mrs. C and her daughter both believed in the age old proverb, diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Mr. C left her for his heavenly abode at a very young age leaving behind a son and daughter. Mrs. C amassed a pretty amount of wealth, so did her daughter, even though the sources of that wealth was not very clear. Ms. C lived with her mother along with her husband and sixteen year old son.

Mrs. C was furious when her son announced that he is in love with a girl of ordinary background. All her son cared for was good nature and spiritual nonsense. Both mother and daughter talked among themselves and then with Jr. C to no effect.

All of a sudden an idea struck them, they knew that the girl was living in a rented house, and was looking for a change of accommodation, they asked Jr. C to make arrangement of her renting a nearby empty house whose owner was their family friend.

The family has left the house after a tragic accident, hired a caretaker family who used to live there, and left the duplicate keys with them in case they get any tenant for that house. They told Jr. C that they will see if the girl is nice they wont have any objection, but if the girl is not nice then he can back off without causing any embarrassment to himself and the girl.

The girl came along with her older brother, she has lost both her parents in an accident, the remaining siblings preferred to maintain a distance with her in case they had to marry her off in or bear her for the rest of her life, the girl being self respecting allowed them to create the distance and struck off any superficial relationship with them.

Mrs C pretended that she was the owner and the Mr. Vult, the caretaker was her son in law. She introduced Ms. C as her neighbour.

Mrs. C and Mrs. Vult scrutinized them, their luggage and saw that it amounted to nothing, there was no sign of luxury, even some bare necessities were missing. They looked at each other with deep dismay. They held a secret meeting and struck out a war chart.

Both of them started to shower the girl with excess affection and attention, the girl was simply overwhelmed. But there were few things which she did not liked from the very beginning were their over curiosity in her extremely private matters, why was she still single, why was her elder brother not married, why her remaining siblings did not visit, how much is her worldly possession, how did her parents die….their curiosity was never ending and they kept on repeating the same questions like a pair of parrots, ignoring the pain and embarrassment they caused. Sugar in the plum was Mrs. C’s son in law aka Mr. Vult.
He played his role best, whenever she dared to venture out of her doors he would appear out of the blues and on one pretext or another start talking to her, he was always indecently dressed and over eager for physical contact, the girl started to feel threatened by his lusty nature and started to show her dislikation, now Mrs. C has done her home work right, that guy was an influential political leader of the area. And just like any other political leader he had a wide variety of masks, one for each occasion. In the society he was Mr. clean. Only few helpless victims knew his dirty ways.

Then with Mrs. C’s instruction the Vult family started to play their little games, they used to play cunning little games to bother that impudent girl, the moment they used to realize that she has retired for her bed they used to start all sort of activities, starting from dragging furniture at midnight or their grown but not grown son playing with plastic balls.

The tap used to run dry every day after she used to go to toilet for bath and she had to come out and start the pump, they never used to come downstairs to start the pump, then one day that impudent girl made the mistake of starting the pump before going to the toilet, she had to come out within five minute because of loud banging at the door, she rushed to open the door to see Mr. Vult fuming outside the door how could she dare to start the pump when the tank was not completely drained! She was sternly and very rudely told that it is the system of the house that the pump is started only after the tank is drained of the last drop of water. The message was clear, their intention was harassment.. and they were going to do that.

No one’s life is perfect, the girl had her problems too, her brother’s bossom friend was a regular visitor of their home and that girl had an acute allergy for this guy, the guy was absolutely repulsive, she hated every thing about him. Initially she liked the guy but as his true nature surfaced she first distanced herself from him and then started to dislike him with all her heart. Because that guy was in and out repulsive hidden behind a pretty face. His sole intention was to create problem amongst the brother and sister. So he could reap his benefits from the brother.

Mrs. C and Vult family realized within a month that she had an acute phobia for her brother’s chum, so they set their targets on this, they started to grill the girl to no end and throwing indirect, indecent hints and threats about his regular stay at their home.

As all the mischief was done very cunningly and slyly all that girl could do was fume inside and complain to her brother. Her brother gave her the practical answer, that it was not possible for him to change the house before at least another year.


The girl used to watch with disdain the way they transformed when a third party was around, their voice used to drip with honey then, the girl was a little stupid in these wise ways, so she started to treat them with the disrespect they deserved and Mrs C being a smart lady used all the cards against her, and her son, who trusted them with all his heart backed off from that relationship

2 comments:

  1. You have a nice touch when it comes to narrating such machinations. I think you should try the longer version Dear Trisha.

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  2. as i told you all my works come from my heart, soul or experience.. that is why i can write them with conviction, but that is why my topics are so hand counted.

    if i ever feel truly inspired i will write these stories in a story like way... :)

    then you know, if one is busy writing poetry, reading shreemadbhagwat and reading other's blogs how short she can be of time :)

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