Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Karuppan - Concluding part


Conclusion


I had a tough time going to sleep and atlast slept in the wee hours of morning.Appa had not returned home the whole night.When I got up, Rekha was already up and studying.Amma was stirred from the bed when I went to her room."Anu..get the milk packet from outside..otherwise the darn cat will drink it off", she said groggily.


My screams brought amma and Rekha running to the front gate. Karuppan was lying dead near the gate.Rigor mortis had set in and she was looking frozen.I knew she was old, but I never expected this.Sobs racked my body.Amma held me gently.Rekha held something in front of my face.Amma took it from her.It was a hypodermic syringe.She pointed at a place near the compound wall.

The same day we packed our things and left the house.We buried Karuppan in the backyard of our house before we left.The poor dog had managed to hold in place a dead marraige for almost 10 years.I have not seen appa since then.Its almost six months now.I am worried that I would bump into him someday.It worries me even more that I would hug him and start crying when I see him.

We never talk about Karuppan at home. Sometimes I would catch amma staring vacantly at space.I wonder what's going through her mind.I had never understood her.Sometimes I think I know what she is feeling, but that thread of thought doesn't exist long enough for me to grasp it.

I no longer dream about happy families , though I must admit that I feel more relaxed and happy in the new house.

I go to meditation classes, because amma feels it would help me feel better whetever that means.The Guruji at class says time heals all wounds and we should just flow with time .I wonder if it heals scars!!

I feel that some are to stay forever permanently.For now, I am just trying to flow with time...

13 comments:

Ananth P said...

:) how many times can I repeat my words abt this story ;)

SeaSwallowMe said...

beautiful story, scout... i need to read this again at leisure.

.. and if you don't know me, you'll probably see a blog-length comment before the end of the day :-)))

SeaSwallowMe said...

.. and hey, i like the template of your blog too ... you another water-body-lover like me ?? :-))

Fizo said...

Powerful story you got there scout...true to life...was it autobiographical..certainly seemed that way...was wonderful reading all the parts together...my heart goes out to your mother...to you sisters too for what you have been put through in life

kabhi bebasi me maara, kabhi bekasi ne maara
kis kis ka naam loon main, mujhe har kisi ne maara!

...a gripping narration...thanks Scout for the morning good read :)

bottled-imp said...

lovely story scout. i sure have to read it again.

yet another1 said...

gripping and grim..always hopeful that there's light at the end of the tunnel...

buckwaasur said...

wow scout!!! when i sent u the invite, i had no idea what was in store!!! talk about making an entrance...this story was like a kick in the gut...

Peppy said...

wow! this is one amazing writer folks..stand up for the applause scout..keep it coming!

silk said...

scout,

great story, well said. and i sincerely hope its "only a story"

SeaSwallowMe said...

scout ... a *fantastic* story. direct. hard-hitting. and unrelenting till the very end.

there are tons of things that ring so true. like appa's taste for mutton-with-pepper.... and amma saying, almost-flirting, "Karuppan saapidratha paaaru". i could almost picture the happy things-couldn't-get-any-better dinner-table-scene.

like the mistress-angle. i know one or two families which went thru hell & back in a similar situation. you've no idea how cliched the situation may appear, but yet very true.

and those powerful lines when the narrator cries when she goes to sleep, and amma tells her not to cry. that girls should be strong & never cry for it was a sign of weakness. great stuff.

my favorite - the amma character. it was wonderfully sketched. the "i'm not taking any shit" and i-live-life-on-my-terms attitude totally kicked-ass. defiant, in her own way.

a really nice story, scout. and where have you been all these months ? ...

p.s. i went & looked for your blogs in sulekha .. how come you haven't blogged anything since Jan 2004 ?? .. no wonder, your handle wasn't familiar. i think i started around feb/march .. and i would've definitely remembered your handle if you'd posted after I came on board :-)))

cheti said...

Scout..

that was some heavy stuff !!!! You have so beautifully captured the dilemma of a child torn between the parents ! Inspite of knowing the right and wrong !

There is a karuppan in every dead marriage ! It might not be a dog. It might be something else ! It might just be an idea .. it might be a kid .. and that alone is the reason for so many dead marriages walking !

Ardra said...

Scout!
Wonderful story, great narration, and am hoping that it has no traces of autobiographical elements..
Shall look fwd to more from you…
Rgds
ardra

_man_from_nowhere said...

hmm. It was gud. was able to sync. coz i know this by heart :-(