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The phone rings. Mrs. Padma Suresh picks up the cordless receiver and sees the caller ID and takes the call. It is from her daughter Shreya.

Mrs. Padma Suresh (PS): Hello, today my leg pain has returned with a fury. I just finished cooking and not able to stand also. I was better when I walked to the temple today all the way and back.

Shreya (S): Oh oh! Why…

PS: Just spoke to Lakshmi about an Ayurveda doctor. It seems his medicines are very good. Anyway I have started on the medicine given by the ortho specialist. The pain subsides for few minutes only, but. God knows if the doctor is good.

S: Give hot water massage and………

PS: Yeah, I did that yesterday before going to the jewelry shop. You know I gave my ruby necklace for repair. New one, it broke.

S: I didn’t know you bought one.

PS: Oh! Two months back. Oh yes…yesterday I ordered for a ring…4 gms. But while sweeping it hurts….. So after few days I will remove it anyway.

S: I thought you had a maid.

PS: Maids…bah! They take my life out. Give them money and suffer because of them.

S: At least you can rest a while.

PS: Maids are for lazy people. They demand too much. Rs. 400 a month for washing vessels. I could save that amount for few months and buy a jewel instead. Oh! My paining leg. I think I should see a neurologist next.

Did you finish cooking?

S: Yes yes I finished just now. I made……..

PS: What will you make? A sambar and one vegetable. Not like me. I used to make sambar or something gravy, 2 vegetables and rasam every day. We ate very well and I still cook like that. You people are lazy. Eat well so that you will have a worry-free healthy body later.

S: Children are busy with exams.

PS: Let them study, let them study. As for you, don’t waste time doing your office work. Pray every day. Are you reciting the sloka I wrote down for you last month when I came there? Recite that 24 times every day. Only then children will study.

S: They are working hard…..

PS: They may………. but how do you think you people got good marks. I used to recite the same sloka 1000 times a day. Where ever I was, whatever I was doing I went on reciting the sloka. You may have studied hard but it is the sloka which did its magic.

S: How is father?

PS: What for him? He is hale and hearty. It is me who is suffering with leg and knee pain. See my leg is swollen at the ankle. I am not able to go anywhere outside. How I used to walk to temples every day, such long distances. I used to take half an hour last year, now I think I will take even 2 hours for same distance.

S: You should have avoided all that…………..

PS: Hush! If I did not walk, I have to spend on auto rickshaw or bus or spend on petrol for car and driver salary.

S: You could have used transport, your leg would have been okay.

PS: Forget it I will be better soon. I have to become better to attend Savitha’s wedding. I am planning to wear the silk sari I bought last month. My latest. It is a beautiful orange colour sari with dark blue border. You know I bought raw silk cloth for the blouse. Quite expensive but will look beautiful and make the sari more attractive.

S: Oh good!

PS: Should ask the maid next door to do the cleaning for that day. But that woman will ask for 50 rupees. No other go, have to give her and get the work done.

S: Good.

PS: By the way, the priest from Vellore came. I gave him 5000 rupees donation for some puja. God knows how much he will pocket and how much will go for the puja. But I have to give for such donations so that our family health, wealth gets better.

Yesterday night, I dreamt of a cow giving birth to a calf. I think someone in our family will be blessed with a child soon.

S: Oh mother, all our families are full with 2 each. Please shift your dreamworks to some other family please.

PS: You people are always critical of whatever I say. Why did I order that ring yesterday, you know?

I saw the design in my dream and I was praying to Swami Ayyappa. Maybe the lord wants me to come to his temple at Sabarimala. That is my next venture.

S: Mom, first please make your leg alright. Then think about travel. Two days back only, you returned from Tirupati.

PS: Don’t talk in the negative to me. You are all spoil sports. Ok, shall I put the phone down.

S: I have to go to school to pick up…………

Beep…beep….beep….beep

S: Oh Man! Same every day. But still have to call, otherwise I will get scolded for that too. (sigh)

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Pothi.com’s Note: Shamila Janakiraman has published her collection of short stories through Pothi.com. The books is available in print and e-book formats at the links below

1. Print Book – Hues of Emotions
2. e-book – Hues of Emotions

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Also check out “Just Retired” by Amar Agarwala

Our apologies for the delay, but we are finally here. The contest this time was judged by Pothi.com founders – Jaya Jha and Abhaya Agarwal.  We’d let them do the talking.

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We’d like to clarify at the outset that it was a writing contest. So, the judgement is on the writing and not on the character that has been written about. Every life is unique and hides many interesting stories to be told.  If they didn’t come out in the sketch, the storyteller must bear the blame.

Before announcing the winners, we would like to point out some common issues we saw with the entries. The task was to present a person to the world. The entry was supposed to make us vividly see the person. But many people got caught up in how they felt about the person, or in fewer cases how the person was always so good to them. A character sketch should bring out the character of the person, make him or her live and vivid for us. That you adore a person, or find her kind and caring does not tell us, the reader, anything about that person.

In other cases people went on a praising spree, listing down the achievements of their subject. It was not a competition for finding the best person the world will know. By themselves achievements do not tell us anything. What a character sketch should look at is the person behind those achievements, or failures, or outward fame or smiles. It should bring out the whites, and the blacks and the shades of grey in between.

So while we read about many inspiring lives and feel humbled by them, most of the pieces failed to provide a unique perspective and thus failed to break out of the crowd. So in choosing the winner, a unique perspective emerged as the top criteria.

Now coming to the winning entry.

The entry from Shamila Jankiraman is set up as a phone call from a mother. The constrained setting keeps the narrative tight and the conversation flows naturally. Without needing to be explicitly stated, the bond between the author and the character can be easily felt.

Congratulations Shamila! Prize details will be sent to you by e-mail.

Another entry deserves a special mention. The entry by Amar was one of the few entries where the author maintains the status of an observer without being a part of the proceedings. The character of Bidhan Chandra Deb is painted in darker shades but author still leaves sufficient scope for him to redeem himself.

Both the entries will be posted on this blog shortly.

In a sense, writing a good character sketch presents a dilemma. On one hand, you need to know the person well enough to make the sketch meaningful. On the other hand, the more you know, the harder it is to write as an objective observer. Striking a good balance between the two is what makes for a good and engaging piece.

Till the next writing contest!

We apologize for the delay. We will announce the results by the coming week.

Wish you all a Happy Diwali.

A picture is worth a thousand words, but a few words can change its story. So, here is a challenge for all you wordsmiths out there. Draw up a person you know well with your words for the world to “see”. Tell us whatever you think should be known about them. How they looked, how they behaved, how they thought, what they felt, and anything else. You can choose to describe them, or narrate a story about them, or use any other form of writing to present them to the world. Make the representation vivid, relatable and interesting. There are no rules except that the entry should be in English, should be about a real person you know and should have no more than 1500 words.

Cash Prize of Rs. 4000/- for the winning entry.

By Dr. Bindu Menon

7th February 2013

Today was mostly uneventful. I went to work as usual.It was getting cold.I had to put on a jacket to get cosy as I walked along Brigade Road. I saw her briefly at the burger joint with a few friends,then she vanished from sight. I then took a bus back home. I must send her a message I don’t like her walking around with so many boys. They may be just friends but I can’t tolerate the idea of someone sitting close to her, watching her as she smiles that slow smile beginning from the corner of her lips and going all the way to her eyes. I cant bear it that she should turn those lovely eyes and that beautiful smile on any person but me. I might be insanely jealous but then I love her so much. She is mine and only mine.

I remembered the day I first met her. I had gone to pay my insurance bill. She looked at me and smiled as she sat at the counter and took the money. I still remember her low melodious voice as she told me that I had paid an extra 50 rupees. As she gave the money back to me, I knew that something had changed in me that moment on. Her glance had melted the marrow in my bones. It is almost a year now. Strangely enough, it was February 14th, Valentine’s Day when I had met the love of my life

8th Feb 2013

I was very upset today. I saw her with her friends at the bus stop .They all stopped talking and were glaring at me. She too was looking angrily at me. It upset me and I decided to walk away. I heard one of them say-‘ What a psycho!’.Then, as I turned back they were all laughing and making fun of me. I was not upset because the others did it. I was upset that she too joined them in ridiculing me. Maybe she is ashamed of me. After all, who am I? Just a lowly clerk in a Government office. She is weak and frivolous, yet I love her and forgive her. All she gives me is sorrow. I sent her an SMS to express how deeply pained I was. As usual there was no reply. Then I got very angry. I sent her one message after another. I scolded, I pleaded, I cajoled and threatened. I tried to evoke some response from her. Who did she think she was? How dare she treat me like this? I have no thought but her in my head now. There is not a single moment that I don’t think of her. How can she not respond to such a deep true love like mine? If she did not agree to be mine, I no longer wanted to live. These were the sentiments expressed in my messages. There was no response. I am going to bed now. It is almost 2 in the morning and I am exhausted and emotionally drained. I had sent the last message at 1.20 a.m.

9th Feb 2013

Dont feel like writing anything today. What is the use? I did not go to office today. For the first time in the last 1 year, I did not go to her office either. I did not ‘hang around like a rowdy’ and ‘disturb her’ as she had once angrily told me. Will she miss me today? Sometimes I hate myself. Have I no self respect? I sent her the usual messages expressing my angst at her ignoring me. There was no reply. I then threatened her saying that I would kill myself if she did not agree to meet and talk to me.

10th Feb 2013

When the day began today, I had no idea that I would be experiencing ecstasy and agony all in the same 24 hours. I got up late as it was a sunday. I felt too groggy to get out of bed. As is my practise, the first thing I did was to check for messages on my mobile. I had not lost hope that one day she would acknowledge my love and the pain I was going through for her. I was rewarded. There was a message from her! It was just a line-‘Meet me at Spice cafe near Sridhar Cinema at 11 a.m’, it read. I could not believe my eyes. My heart was performing gymnastics as I read and re-read the message. Finally my love and persistence had won! I checked the clock. It was 9.30 in the morning. I jumped up out of bed, all my fatigue all gone. I was on top of the world. I reached the cafe at 10.30 and ordered a coffee for myself as I waited. Time had never seemed to crawl as much as it had in that half hour. She came with two tough looking guys. My spirits sank. It seemed most inauspicious. I knew it meant trouble. The men sat next to me almost crowding me in an attempt to intimidate as she sat opposite me and said ‘I have been tolerating your nonsense for the last 1 year and I am here to tell you that I am not going to take it any longer. First you kept making those phone calls to my office. Then when I blocked them you continue to harass me with messages all through the night. You follow me around everywhere and hang around my office. What do you hope to achieve? You think any girl will care for you if keep up this harassment. Maybe you need to see a psychiatrist. It is only out of pity that I had kept quiet so far. Now It is getting to be a bit too much, I warn you, if you continue this harassment, I am going to the police.” her voice rising in indignation. Meanwhile, one of her goons caught me by the lapel of my jacket and growled, “You heard the lady. If you continue to do this, we will handle you first before the police do. So, keep off, you hear?”

‘Psycho!’ they spat as the three of them walked out. All this had taken just 10 minutes. I sat there stunned as my world collapsed around me.

14th Feb 2013

I really don’t know what had happened over the last few days. I think the neighbours took me to the hospital. All I do remember is that I had taken a whole lot of pills to drown out the clamour in my head. I am seeing a psychiatrist today, but I think I am actually ok now. She was undeserving. I had made a mistake in loving her. I am not going to destroy myself over such an ingratiate. The student nurse, the one with the curly hair was fussing over me. ‘How do you feel now?’ she asked me with an angelic smile. ‘I am ok.’ I said. As I remembered my humiliation, there was a fresh stab of pain in my heart and my tears flowed. Sally, that was her name, took my hand and asked me to tell her everything. As I unburdened myself to her, I felt a great sense of relief. I think she really likes me. I must remember to take her phone number

By Sreedevi K

Feb 4 : Finally booked return tickets for S and the baby. She pointed out last night that it has been over 12 months since she went home with the baby. I guess that kind of explains why we seem to have nothing in common these days, not even the weather. Its still cold here in Delhi, but she insists that the baby can take it, that all they need is a heater and me. We’ll see.

Feb 5 : Just remembered that Valentine’s day is looming up. Actually, the reminder she set on my phone just went off. Sigh.

Feb 6 : Of late I catch myself tuning her out more often. S complains (increasingly more to herself) about how she misses me and her own home, while I watch ESPN on mute. Honestly, I really don’t know what more I can say or do. It’s been over a year of “YesImissyoutoobaby”s and the awkward silences that follows those words. Maybe she’s right, maybe time and space have come between us, “breathing damply down my neck every time I call you” as she puts it rather dramatically. I don’t like it any more than she does, but I get the feeling that she expects ME to do something about this. Ah well…

Feb 7 : Another day another reminder, this time to wish my grandmother on her birthday. But for some reason Ammumma’s line remained busy for about an hour. I put it off long enough to forget about it.

S called up later at night, sounding rather thoughtful and strangely contrite. She said that she had had a very strange conversation with my Ammumma.

“I’m not sure what I said, but she got the idea that I am very unhappy at the way things are between us now. We spoke for a while but she wasn’t really listening to anything I was saying. She went quiet after a while, and as I was about to hang up she said:

“Have I ever told you that I was married off at seventeen? Arjun’s Achachan was all of twenty three at the time. We were far too young to know what we were doing or what to expect from each other, but I suppose it was understood that we would learn and grow together. I went from a palatial colonial bungalow in Madurai to a rambling, poverty stricken tharavadu in Calicut. Well I can tell you this…my girlhood dreams of wedded bliss had never featured three generations of cantankerous in-laws and a painfully shy, tongue-tied husband!

That was an age when the daughter in law was not expected to raise her eyes off the ground, or speak to anybody unless spoken to. In any case, nobody had any reason or chance to talk to me after my mother in law gave me my chores for the day… I would draw water, cook, do the laundry, go to the market, clean the house and do whatever else needed to be done. All the while missing my family and wondering about a husband who was a complete stranger to me.

Did you know that we did not have a room to ourselves for the longest time? He would sleep with his brothers in the veranda while I slept with the rest of the women.  It didn’t occur to anybody to give us a room, and I don’t suppose he knew how to ask. I would look for opportunities to catch a glimpse of him…sometimes walking with a towel and soap to the pond, or sipping a tumbler of buttermilk on the veranda. I would imagine that he hung around the well rather longer than necessary while brushing his teeth, and wonder whether he was waiting for me to step out the backdoor to meet him. I never did go, though.

And then one day we realized that things had gone from bad to worse.

Achachan was the sole bread winner of a family of seventeen. He was a Microbiology Research Officer, and his salary of Rs 450 proved woefully inadequate to feed and provide for all of us. I came up with innovative ways of making meals out of nothing. A single glass of curd could be turned into excellent spiced buttermilk if I had a bunch of curry leaves, ginger and a bucket of cold water straight from the well. I cooked rice with the husk of areca nuts so that a ladle full could satiate anybody. I learnt to pass off banana peels (generously handed over the wall from the chips store next door) as tasty vegetables of dubious origins. And I watched my husband grow from a pimply young boy to a quietly confident young man. My mother in law used to grumble that I was no longer the pretty girl her son had married: I was a sullen, dark, unkempt woman whose bones stuck out disgracefully. Well…I didn’t know whether to still wish for my husband’s attention or be thankful I didn’t have it!

And then one evening he came home drenched with the October rain. It was about 7 in the evening and the rest of the family had gathered near the flickering hurricane lamp in the veranda. Peeking from the kitchen, I saw my mother in law shriek and scold her son for getting soaked to the bone… god knew we couldn’t afford to have anybody fall ill. I rushed outside with a tattered towel and a glass of hot rice water. And stopped short.

He was grinning at me out of the half darkness. Then he took the towel and glass from me and pressed a dripping parcel into my hand, loosely done up in banana leaves.  “This is for you, Shantha,” he said, and rushed off indoors while I gaped at the muzham of jasmine flowers that tumbled out of my parcel.

There was a stunned silence as the heavy fragrance of the tiny flowers soaked the darkness. And then his grandmother started screaming from her corner about extravagance, and strumpets and selfishness.

I didn’t hear any of it, I was lost in tucking the flowers into my hair. The fragrance enveloped me, and I realized it was the shield that I had longed for all along. I bounced to the kitchen on the balls of my feet, smiling through the tears that were pooling in my eyes.

We soon got our room,” Ammumma chuckled.

Both of us were laughing, but I was shaken by the story I’d just heard. I mean…your Achachan looks like such a dour, gruff tough cookie! And there he was making such a statement in front of his family. Did he know how precious this moment was for your Ammumma?

Three years of living in the same house and not even talking to each other! And here I am thinking I no longer know my husband after spending a few months away from him.”

We spoke a while longer before the baby screamed for attention. And I stared into the darkness outside my window, feeling my Achachan’s nervousness and excitement of all those years ago.

Maybe I really could do something here.

Maybe I could begin by getting her a string of jasmine flowers on a starry night.

GLOSSARY

Ammumma : Grandmother

Achachan : Grandfather

Tharavadu : Traditional Nair house

Muzham : Conventional unit used to measure flower garlands. One muzham is the length from your finger tips to your elbow.

Drum rolls please… Yes! We are ready with the results. And the winners are

• Sreedevi K for her entry “Silent Promises”
• Bindu Menon for “A Stalker’s Diary”

Our judge says About “Silent Promises”: Closest to the prescribed format. Good storytelling, simple, lucid writing. The joint family backdrop will strike a chord with many. About “A Stalker’s Diary”: Edgy, very different twist to the concept.

Congratulations to the winners! We’ll contact you shortly about the prize money.

A special mention is also due for Revathi S Kumaran’s “Inadequate Identities” because of the story-telling. Not strictly a diary, but a fabulous short story.

Thanks a lot everyone for participating. And a very special thanks to Chandrima for taking up the tough task of judging the contest. By the way, if you have not checked out her novel “A Song for I” yet, do it right away. Beautifully produced book with an intriguing story of music uniting and separating two generations. To be posted soon

1. Organizer’s observation about the entries.
2. Winning and special-mention entries.

Image “Unexpected Wedding” courtesy http://www.flickr.com/photos/josemanuelerre/6072897438/

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