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1. Circus Boy
Cherian Circus had set camp at Palace grounds in Bangalore. The curious public looked on as the circus folks went about setting up their colorful tents. They were greeted by a bedlam of noises- growl of tigers, roar of lions, chattering of monkeys, trumpeting of elephants, neighing of horses and squawking of parrots.
“Get going, you lazy bones. We need the tents up before it gets dark”, boomed Mr. Cherian, a large portly man in his 40s.
“Ramu, get the tent pegs”, “Ramu, check if the monkeys are fine”, “Ramu, bring the vessels to the kitchen tent.” were some of the other voices that could be heard.
Ramu, a little boy of 11 with his dog ‘Lucky’ in tow was running from tent to tent cheerfully carrying out his chores. It was late into the night and most circus folks were already asleep by the time Ramu could finally call it a day. It had been another hard but happy day. Ramu just loved the life at the circus – the diverse people, and the camaraderie between them, the animals, the glitz and the glamour during the shows. He was no longer an orphan on the streets. The circus was the best family any one could dream of. It was not long before sleep embraced him.
2. Sick Man
His chest was aching from constant coughing. He struggled to take a couple of short breaths and gave out a heart rending cough. He lay on a cot in a corner of the room, almost a skeleton but for the long strands of unkept hair and the shaggy beard on his gaunt face. A strange musty odor wafted out of the room. The windows were shut possibly to spare the neighbors the stench. The room was dreary, dark and gloomy – an ideal breeding ground for rats, cockroaches and other vermin. With painstaking effort he managed to drag himself out of the cot towards the door where the kind hearted lady next door had left a pot of porridge. He slowly filled porridge in his bowl and began his journey back. Having overcome the first hurdle of fetching the porridge, taking in ever sip was a challenge in itself. Miraculously he managed to empty the bowl over the next 3 hours. He then retired back to the corner of his cot and began to leaf through an old book with yellowed pages. His health did not permit him to get any quality sleep as such. Sitting in the corner of the cot in a half dreamy state, leafing through the book was the closest he got to tranquil sleep.
3.A visit to the circus boss' tent
Ramu opened his eyes as the first rays of the sun reached out to him through the opening in the tent. The circus camp was already a bustle of activity. The circus folk were early raisers.
“The cook is looking for you. Get out of your slumber and move your ass to the kitchen. Once you are done helping the cook, papa wants to see you. Wonder what new mischief you have got into” called out Rani, Cherian’s daughter as she rushed past his tent.
He was nervous throughout the morning as he went through with the chores. At last the hour of doom arrived and he found himself in the boss’ tent.
“Well, my boy, you have been with us for 3 months since my daughter picked you up from outside the camp at Chennai. How are you finding life with us so far?” Ramu was relieved. Boss did not seem angry with him after all.
“I have really enjoyed every moment here, Sir”.
“Good. You have been a good boy and working quite hard. Almost everyone seems to have a good word for you. But you see we are circus folks and all circus folks are expected to be out there on the ring. So it is time we found something for you”
Ramu was very excited. It was his dream also to become a performer one day.
“Sir, I have been practicing this act with Lucky. If you can spare some time…”
The boss cut him short. “I don’t want to hear about Lucky again, my boy. Let me tell you, audience don’t pay to see a street mongrel do its stupid tricks”
“But Sir, she is so smart. You should just see once”
“I said no once and no it is. No arguments. I know my business well.”
The boss had got into a dark mood. “Now listen to what I have to say. Sarojamma, who manages the monkeys, tells me the monkeys are getting to be a handful and she can use an extra hand with the monkeys. So you go and peak to her, ok? Now scoot. I have other work to do”
Things had not turned out as good as Ramu expected. But not too bad either. Now he had to find time amidst his daily odd jobs to practice with Saro Akka as well. But he was only too happy and it was again late by the time he found comfort in his bed. Not that it was really a great comfort for that same terrible dream was haunting him night after night that he had almost begun to dread sleep. He hoped at least today the dream wouldn't come.
4. Visit from an old college friend
There was a knock on the door. He wondered who it was. Nobody had knocked the door for the past two years now. He got himself out of bed and ambled towards the door. By the time he got to the door, he was too tired to even unbolt the door. He gave himself 3 minutes rest and then began to work on the bolt. There stood a neatly dressed man in his early thirties.
“Dei Machi Aunty, is this really you? You are looking totally give-up man. I did not believe even when our Junta told me. And what are you doing in a shady place like this, da?”
“Bobs! I am seeing you after such a long time. I am glad to see you. Let me welcome you into my royal palace”
“I remember the last time I visited you, Machi. Hujjar time back when we were still at IIT, at your father’s estate in Ooty. At that time I never even dreamed my next visit to you would be at an arbit place like this.”
” So what would you like to have – tea, coffee, cold drinks?”
As he stepped inside the room, Bobs’ eyes fell upon a photo in the corner of the room.
“Isn’t that Anu? Where is she these days? I thought you guys were planning to get married. She also accompanied you to US for higher studies, didn’t she? Finally she gave you the KLPD?”
“You must be hungry. Should I order some refreshments? Please let me know your menu preferences.”
“Pack this nonsense, asshole. I have had enough of your sick humor, da. I am seeing you after such a long time and I am so disturbed to see you in this cuppaxe condition. And you! You are acting like a jerk.”
“So you have come to hear the riches to rags story of Ananthantharaman, son of the richest estate owner in Ooty, gold medalist at IIT, Madras, gold medalist at University of California, Berkley, promising researcher at Bell Labs, eh? I knew that’s where this was going to head. So I thought I would dispense some niceties before I begin my tale of woe. Anyways I am too tired now with all the talking. Why don’t you come over later in the evening? Meanwhile let me also catch some rest.”
5. Beginning of a fresh Chapter of life
Ramu was relieved when at last it was morning again. The dream was giving him no respite. Day after day it continued. He wondered why he was always a grown up man in the dream. Was the dream some kind of a premonition? He hoped his future would not turn out to be a nightmare like that.
Ramu had been working with Saro Akka for 3 months now. Ramu had a natural way with animals and Saro Akka’s five monkeys Shilpa, Aishwarya, Deepika, Priyanka and Sushmita took to him from day one. He could manage them almost independently now. Ramu had come up with lot of innovative ideas for new acts and most of his ideas were turning out to be hit with the audience. Saro Akka and her monkeys were fast becoming the star attraction of the circus. However Ramu had not yet made his appearance on-stage. Every time he asked about it, Saro Akka had some ready excuse. Ramu had so looked forward to being on stage and he was slowly getting disappointed. But he did not let his disappointment dampen his enthusiasm and continued to work tirelessly. His latest idea for an act involved Lucky as well. He was making an act based on the ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ story he had heard from Rani with Priyanka as ‘Little Red Riding Hood’, Aishwarya as the grandmother, Sushmitha as the wood cutter and Lucky as the ‘Big Bad Wolf’.
One day, when Ramu walked into Saro Akka’s tent, he found her still in bed.
“Ramu, I am feeling very tired today and my whole body is paining”
He quickly checked her forehead and found she was running a fever.
“I will go and get the cook”, he said.
He came back with the cook who was also an expert on natural remedies and healing techniques.
The cook examined her and said “I will give her some herbs. She needs to be given an infusion of these herbs once every 2 hours. She would need to be given warm meals at regular hours and she must not stir out of bed the next 2 days”
“But will I be alright in time for the show on Friday? You know I am the star attraction.”
“Depends on how well you recover over the next two days”
For the next 2 days Ramu dedicated himself to the care of Saro Akka. He also did not neglect his other chores and the training of the monkeys. His efforts yielded fruit and Saro Akka was perfectly all right on the day of the next show and managed another excellent performance. The past two days’ hard work had totally tired Ramu out. He was fast asleep long before the show was over.
6. Revisiting a forgotten chapter of life
“8 years back I had everything in the world – degrees from India’s and the world’s best institutes, an enviable family fortune, a girl friend to kill for and a job to die for. My life had been a blessed one – right out of a fairy tale. The job went well for 2 years and then there were first signs of trouble. For the past 2 years, my superior Dough had rejected most of my ideas. I had innocently thought that they were not really good enough and continued to toil on to come up with ideas. One day, I was going through one of Dough’s latest star projects. I began to see silhouettes of my own ideas in them. I confronted Dough about that. He staunchly denied using my ideas and deplored me for the high opinion I held about myself and my ideas. From then on he took it upon himself to make my life miserable. Things soon reached such a stage that I could not take it any longer. I just had to get away. So I resigned the job and started looking for a new job. But I had not heard the last of Dough yet. Whenever I applied to any new company, Dough would always take personal interest to call them up and warn the prospective employer about my attitude problems. After 4-5 unsuccessful attempts, I decided I could take this no longer and decided to return home to India."
"Meanwhile my relationship with Anu had also begun to see strains. There was already resistance from both our parents as we were from a different caste and region. Added to that, my loss of jobs began to cause rifts between us. She felt I was not trying hard enough. But the pressure was getting to me and I had to get away. Now instead of comforting me in this hour of need, the relationship also was becoming too much of a bother. So I decided to break it off and go back home to my parents."
"Within a year of coming home, my parents passed away in an accident leaving the estate to me. I tried managing the estate. But all the unpleasantness with the worker unions, the local politicians and the wholesalers was getting to my sensitive nerves. So I decided my father’s loyal manager was the best man to take care of such things and gave him full power of attorney. But the loyal manager was more loyal to his own sons than to his dead master’s son. So it happened within another year, the manager’s sons had a good inheritance to look forward to and I found myself on the streets. I did not have the heart or energy to go for long drawn legal battles with the usurper. I just wanted to get away."
"I packed my bags and came to Chennai. One of our old family servants still retained her loyalty to me and arranged these rooms for me. The fiend had thankfully left one bank account of mine untouched which has allowed me to sustain myself to date along with the mercies of the kind hearted old lady. But I could not reconcile my steep fall from grace and the thoughts kept coming and worrying me. I had to get away from such thoughts. So I began to drink. And for the escape it afforded, a costly price it demanded – my health. I already have enough worries in my head to further have a doctor saying worrying things. So I have not been to see a doctor. I am just hanging on and hoping somehow all my problems will get magically resolved one day. That’s my story, my friend. I rest my case and now would you please be kind enough to let me rest?”
7. All is well......
Ramu was very excited. Finally his day had come. Saro Akka was going to let Ramu do the ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ act with Priyanka, Aishwarya, Sushmitha and Lucky on stage. Every since his tender care for her during her illness, she had become like a second mother to him. She had personally stitched shiny new clothes for his first stage appearance. All the circus folks had excused him from his daily chores that day so that he could prepare for his special moment. The day changed to night. The show began. It was time for Ramu’s act. Initially he was nervous standing there alone in front of the big crowd. But then the presence of his four friends comforted him and soon he was in his elements. He orchestrated his act with the finesse of a music composer, each animal faithfully playing the right tune. At the end of the act, the whole tent exploded in applause. He bowed gracefully to the audience and left the arena, his heart filled with triumph and joy. At the end of the show, the boss himself came up to him.
“Well done my boy. I am proud of you. You have now really become one of us. By the way, when do you plan to show me that act you had with that dog of yours?”
He had stood and fought and won. Now he could sleep peacefully.
8. ......That ends well
Bobs arrived at his friend’s place the next morning accompanied by one of the city’s leading doctors. He found the door ajar. On stepping inside, he found his friend sprawled on the cot, lifeless. He had a calm, contended, serene expression on his face. In his hand he held a book with yellowed pages. An open pen lay on the floor near his outstretched hand. Bobs slowly prised the book out of his friend’s hands. The cover of the book said “Mr. Galliano’s Circus by Enid Blyton”. He opened the first page. It said “To my dearest son Ramu on his 11th Birthday”.
Bob had seen this book before. "Isn't this the same one Aunty used to have with him in college? " He remembered how his friend would always lock himself in his room and loose himself in the world of the book whenever something went wrong and he was upset. It had always had a calming influence on him.
He flipped the pages and came to the last page where his eyes fell upon a few lines had been scrawled painstakingly very recently
Bob had seen this book before. "Isn't this the same one Aunty used to have with him in college? " He remembered how his friend would always lock himself in his room and loose himself in the world of the book whenever something went wrong and he was upset. It had always had a calming influence on him.
He flipped the pages and came to the last page where his eyes fell upon a few lines had been scrawled painstakingly very recently
“In life, is there no real escape? Into dreams can one escape? Aren’t dreams just a reflection of reality? Or is reality a reflection of dreams? How does one know which is reality, which the dream? Does it even matter if life is real? Isn’t it more important that men who live the life are real? Aren’t real men only those who stand and fight and win? Isn’t it only they who truly deserve a real escape? For isn’t there but one real escape, the escape which everyone hopes to escape from but none ever es…………..”
A note of IIT-Madras lingo and Nicknames:
In section 4 - 'Visit from a college friend'. Bobs, whose real name is not mentioned in the story makes use of campus lingo and nickname Aunty for Anantharaman which are an integral part of IIT-M culture. Using them when meeting old batch mates is part of the nostalgic feeling. We find only Bobs using them and not Anantharaman because Aunty's current state of affairs don't indulge him the luxury of nostalgia. Please find below the brief meanings of some of the slang words for the benefit of the readers.
1. Da/Dei - Usual suffix/Prefix to any sentence when talking to close friends or relatives of same age group
2. Machi - An informal form of address for close friends
3. Junta - Gang of college friends
4. Give-up - In a bad shape
5. Shady - Nasty
6. Hujjar - Many
7. Arbit - Wierd
8. Pack - Stop
9. Cuppaxe - Lousy
10. KLPD - To get jilted
For people who are interested in learning more about IIT-M lingo, find below a link to a MA thesis on the topic by a German research student.
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55 comments:
HI TF, what have you done yaar? You have gone ahead and written chapters on a subject I was wracking my brains on! hehehe,,great job..though I will be reading your work again in peace later..presently I can say the descriptive nature of the first and second chapters, the words like 'portly' used definitely remind me of Wodehouse.. I've enjoyed those books and ur stories too..:D
I started thinking even before topic was finalized based on the comments. Hope people don't get deterred by the length and end up not reading it. Do look forward to you reading and sharing your valuable feedback. Hope the story turns out as good as the expectations raised by the first paragraph.
hi TF, that was nice.. and no, the length did not deter much from reading. it had the flow u see.. u written pretty well. portly reminded me of my old school teacher too, ah what a belly he had as well.. ;) the chapters were neatly divided and lovely story overall. All the best for BATOM..!
Escape
Thanks for reading, Leo. Glad you liked it. Small posts are usually more popular but it does not give the artistic delight of crafting a proper full length story. Small ones get over so soon.
You come up with a big narration just after the topic was announced :D nice story! and a good usage of the escape perspective! Will read your work again :) Good luck!
That was too long but a very nice story. It kinda inspired me. :)
Initially, I was confused with which character was the real one and which was the dream, but I guess that is what you intended to do. :)
Thanks, Vibushan. I am glad you liked the story. Do request you to read it again.
Thanks Nethra. glad you managed to read the full story. I wanted to slowly pique the reader - first 2 wondering what is the connection between the two stories, 3 and 4 chapters, showing some dream connection, 5 and 6, show boy is dreaming he is man and finally end with a philosophical questioning the nature of dreams and reality as the hero himself is not sure which is the dream which is reality in some ways.
I feel like reading this again and again. You are definitely creative. And I like the way you named the 5 monkeys. Yes it was lengthy but worth the read. Well done and good luck!
Sureindran R. - Escape
Thanks for your appreciation, man. Glad you read it in spite of the length. It is nice that you want to read it again - Justified the effort I had taken to write this. Had taken me 1 day of thinking and 2-3 days to write this and then kept revising over a week. Sometimes some small creative touched add the best effects. Guess my naming of the monkeys added a fine touch.
It was lengthy but was creative too...To be frank I could read only three chapters at one go...will come back again to read it completely...
Looking at your ability I would suggest you to write a book...
P.S Thanks so much for your applausing comment on my post.
I liked the episodic presentation style,the connection, and the central philosophy articulated well. Good stuff.
and i didnt mind the length at all...was hoping for some ...
I din find it long .... and thats because it kept me engrossed in it till the end... i loved it ..... it was wonderful :)
Thanks truckdriver. Glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks for reading, Gyanban. Glad you liked it. Hope the connection is coming out well. Some readers seem to be getting the connection wrong.
I do hope you come back and finish the story, Geeta. I do hope I can write a book some day.
hey its a wonderful story and i loved the flow and lucidness of it.. you have done a wonderful in bringing out the emotions of the characters... The reading is effortless and intriguing.. :)
hey I too write short stories.. Hope u will like them.. :)
hey its a wonderful story and i loved the flow and lucidness of it.. you have done a wonderful in bringing out the emotions of the characters... The reading is effortless and intriguing.. :)
hey I too write short stories.. Hope u will like them.. :)
As I was reading through the story I was thinking to myself, why does this story of Luck and Ramu remind me of that Enid Blyton book. I got the book when I turned 10 and it's one of my favorite stories!
I really enjoyed the read and loved the interpretation of the original within the context of this story. Good job and all the luck for Batom 10!
Thanks a lot, dude. I am happy you finished the story and found it worth it. I shall check out your stories too. By the way, I see your following me. Thanks for that too.
Thanks, Saro. Someone who has enjoyed the Enid Blyton book would appreciate my story much better. For me the book was always an escape from reality. So I extended the escapism to extreme and built the story.
By the way, I see your following me. Thanks for the honor. I was thinking of following you too. I typically follow people after I have seen 3-4 posts from them I like.
its a feast .. jumbo pack....
liked all of them...
interesting aspects of escape :)
Thanks Mahesh.
Well, this was a mouthful :D loved it. best wishes to you and thanks for commenting on my attempt
Thanks Tikuli.
all d best fr batom...you took me back 2 my childhood..and reminded me of a story i'd read when young..
i am happy i had that effect on you, swayambhu.
I just enabled the follow option for my blog...thanks for letting me know that it wasn't working
HI TF
Hi TF, I never saw any comment from u? No u havent offended me in anyway coz I never read any message from u at all..So dont wrry!
Do feel free to write again whatever u had on ur mind about my post..As always I repeat I take criticism as a constructive step towards improvement..especially from god writers like u..
Am so sorry to have read about ur mum..I will be praying, with all my heart..Please be strong!
Believe in teh power above..Regards
(neednt keep this one!)
dude that was a lengthy yet an interesting post.... i remembered the campus days man. Nice.
Thanks sid. Glad you enjoyed my post.
that's a lovely post....
loved reading it.... i like happy endings :)
thanks for dropping by
cheers,
The Variable, Crazy Over Desserts - Nachiketa
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Thanks, nachiketa. Glad you liked the ending though one can't say it is really a happy one from a conventional stand point.
Very well done, man. I loved it.
I liked the idea very much; the way you've handled the story, going in parallel fashion, keeping the curiosity alive till the end. Just too good. More than everything else, it was pacy.
I've not read any of Enid Blyton's works, but this was no ordinary story either.
All the best for batom! :)
I am glad you found it good. As one of my favorite short story bloggers, I was awaiting your opinion. Actually though it looks to be parallel, in the end I wanted reader to find out that it is actually sequential: the hero continuously going from dreamy schizophrenic state to reality and back - slowly loosing track of which is reality, which is dream.
You haven't read Enid Blyton? I am surprised. You must have started reading late in high school or college. Anyone who starts reading in childhood can't have missed Enid Blyton.
Wow...it almost strained my eyes upon reaching the end of your story...:)) Quite lengthy but the moral is there!
And for me, those scribbled notes...? "Dreams Are My Reality"...hope u noticed it!
All the best for BAYOM!
Yours,
Amity
Thanks for reading through even though it was a strain on your eyes. I tried hard. Was unable to do justice to the story in lesser words. Glad you found the moral.
I guess you are referring to your reply to my comment on my blog. I think as a poet living in dreams you can see how the hero of the story finds dreams much more real than real life.
I was aprehesive about the length at first but once into the story ...it got me hooked.... the pace was just right and did not create a fatigue of a long post.... All the Best ....
Excellent narration TF..i loved every word of it....
Thanks for reading the log past, Dhiman. glad you found the experience worth the while.
thanks a lot, shweta.
I initially thought of giving up reading this one because of the size :) but glad I dint do that. It was a nice story, narrated well. The flow was good :)
Yeah, I started reading novels when I entered college, and started off with Jeffrey Archer right away. ;) So have missed James Hardley Chase and Enid Blyton and the lot.
Once again, it was a nice reading experience.
By the way, have you written any other stories that I might have missed. After Katha sagar stories, I haven't read any. I can find under labels, I hope.
Thanks for persisting with me, Avada. I was apprehensive about how many will read. But I really loved writing this and wanted people to read. So took a gamble and posted in Blog-a-ton. Glad your happy about your decision not to skip my post.
Hi Karthik. Do check out my entry for last Blog-a-ton - a story in poetry form. Not too popular in Blog-a-ton but people seems to love it when I posted on Indimag. Interested to know what you think.
Would also suggest you to read the bride hunt series later whenever you have time. They are a humorous take on my real life experiences.
Hey Fool, tht was too refreshing and the way u interspersed d two stories and linkd thm in d end, workmanship of a perfectionist :)
Anyway, I didnt understand, is the Circus story adapted frm Enid Blyton's story and what does 'to my son Ramu' convey??
Thanks, vipul. surprised you managed to read my blog-a-ton post when I posted the longest one.
basically Anantharaman was called Ramu at home in his childhood. his dad gifted him that book and ever since whenever he feels depressed he reads that book and imagines himself as a character (something I myself do). so here in his sickness and mental state it begins to edge towards schizophrenia and he begins to believe Ramu is the reality and the real self imaginary. So he stands and fights and achieves in his dream as ramu what he could not do in real life. Then he dies satisfied. i kept it a bit vague to leave the reader a bit confused and prepare for the last paragraph where I want the reader to reflect on the nature of dreams and reality
interesting story! all the best for bat!!
Thanks, Mehak.
Hi there!
loved the way u put together the different pieces of the narrative..the storyline was also neat..
Im glad I hopped in here!All the best for B-A-T!!
Thanks for reading and sharing your valuable feedback, praveen.
oh thnx 4 tht xplanation.. any othr day i wud hav said 'watevr' nd moved on bt here was vry curious 2 know the details tht i cudnt make out.. a vry intrsting story indeed.. kudos :)
Glad you were curious and checked out my reply as well. I always like a discussion around my posts.
The juice was worth the squeeze !!
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