HIDDEN WORDS THAT KIDNAPS THE MEMORY!

                                                                    (Short Story)

                      My mind was in search to discover the correct of the scramble ASIPDKN and ARINST. I have to spent only allotted  time on it and could spare no more time for it. Therefore, there was in a hurry and desperate in finding correct of it. Since I find it hard, I trains myself by inducting methods to discover the correctness by writing it left to right and pronounce it and then divide the words and make it plural etc. but my effort on this unsuccessful and I realized my limitation and feebleness in locate, it correctly.
  
                      That delay in rectify the scramble of the letters trains me on vocabulary building talent more and the time I spent it on had kidnaps my memory, which shift the thought to on other events of the past and it begins evaluate my level of understanding in the past.

                       Even as I thought on my own understanding, observation sometimes create comoplication of opinion that reflect my student days where my poor performance left me to the lurch of "back bench hero".

                      My meekness in thought showed my understanding and I often wonder the artfulness of human mind, how people change word of thought to word of action, according to circumstances.
A "Saint" thought become"stain" in action. How was honest word changed to controversy on living so on.

                      My imagination on those elusive scramble words, patience of thought driven my thinking over incidents of "critical situation as busy hours" which began reels in memory narration of horrific story of a bomb planted in a passenger train which escapes the careful eyes of the Security personnel and busy commuters. The terrorist carried the explosive on a carry-bag entered the first platform of the railway sttion and crossed over to third platform and planted the bomb in one of the 13 coaches train and escaped, and I also imagined the gory scene after the blast. These were the thoughts criss-cross my memory while intense seasrch incense of the past.

                         Again my gossip on the scramble ASIPDKN  and ARINST words stumbled my thinking on other issues of "Critical life in precarious situation". That was about the tragic end of Nuclear submarine "Kursk". The Russian submarine went down 108 meters below, while on training exercise, hit by a torpedo at Barent sea with 115 sailors on board. The Captain of the submarine realized that there is no escap death, snatch a sheet of paper and started writing on the incidents going on in the last moments of life, where the sailors running helter-skelter to escape. He addressed that note to his loved once at home and it discovered from his pocket when the ship recovered from the sea-floor. All these stories stimulant to begin afresh on the search.

                            Though the search of the words, kidnaps the memory a while, it trains our mind to a system to reach a stage assimilate memory to get on to set it right.

                             ofcorse it might have trains your knowledge, nevertheless  kidnaps you a while. Don't you get those words yet?

                                                                                                                                           Jeyadhas

SHORT STORIES: THE STINT OF A TOUR ! ...

SHORT STORIES:                 THE STINT OF A TOUR !
            ...:                 THE STINT OF A TOUR !                              (A short story)                       I was in a relaxed and exalte...

                THE STINT OF A TOUR !
                            (A short story)

   

                  I was in a relaxed and exalted mood and my mind desired to have a changed situation fore sometime. Since I was in exuberant mood, an idea of tour toyed in my mind and I found it worthwhile and make it realistic. So I checked all provision towards this purpose and I satisfied with the requirements I had. Therefore I began to break journey on a sight-seeing tour. I understand, going out was not funny but have to face  hidden monotony of the societal evil of ignorance, abuse, slander, wickedness etc all these come our way as dust particles inhaling in our breath. Braving all odds I decided to make the tour in short duration of time into meaningful and pleasurable. My thought was fall on watching the shopping mall of the city, my inner thought was to observe and preserve the values derived from the people which common and useful.

                   At one place, I stopped in a crowed place step in to have a first-hand information of the scene going on. To evaluate the situation, I watched upon the behavior of the people. It was an controversial scene, those are care caring and living problems of few, an argument over disappearance of certain amount from one and the other refuse to disclose the truth. The irony of the incident was here I mention that (caring is beginning of an controversy; living means those watching the situation.) I left that scene, and while moves along the road I noticed st6range and beautiful electronic and house-hold items. Heaps of articles kept in the show-room gave a panoramic look and I had an impression enter into a shop, but my inspiration vanished because of limitation of time. Also, I did not buy anything takes to home.

                   On the way, I had food in a restaurant and I paid huge amount for a quality food to the waitress who served the food politely. I was pleased with the service and I did happen to have a conversation with the waitress about his background, hometown and how he came over there for work and how he feel on the work. However my conversation concluded with a note that "Service to humanity is honorable, but how we utilize the opportunity depends upon person's ability".

                      I started strolling on my walk and I pass through a narrow lane of houses full of multistory buildings. Then there was a brawl scene among the children over flying kites on their place. The jamming of two kites on the sky which created commotion between two families and mothers of both children start arguing over the area of their children's kite did fly. Then there was a peace by compromise of kite replacement. A small thing created a long argument.

                      Then there was a scene of people from different religion. The Hindu, Buddhist and Sikh and Muslims going for their respective worship places that created reverential thought in my mind that was "unity in diversity".

                       What tragic scene I notice was congested traffic and people have no patience to watch and move along the path of the road, which made me think what would going to happen next?

                        Then on the last leg of journey, I decided to watch a movie and I got a ticket for a movie in a beautiful decent Theater I went in sat relaxing after hurly-burly movement. While sitting relaxing, feeling of my thought sensed something missing and I put hand in my pant pocket, no money. I was shaken, that was the depth of the dream which awoke me from deep sleep I had in the bed.  

                                                                                                        Jeyadhas