It was getting dark
and cloudy with a nip in the air. I could see no one around in the park and did not wish to
sit there anymore. As I was getting up from the bench, I saw a dark figure
hurrying towards me. I could only see the silhouette signaling frantically with
its hand to wait for him. I was a little jittery and wished to move away quickly.
But, the figure was faster than me and was by my side asking me to sit down for
a few minutes.
It was a tall and
big man draped in black blanket with a long mustache. The eyes were big and
sharp and the white teeth pronounced. He looked strange though he smiled at me.”Do
not be afraid. No harm will come to you. I need a small help from you as you
seem to belong to this place” he said.
I mustered courage
to ask “Who are you? You don’t look like a human with your unusually large frame.
Tell me first before I decide to help you or not”
“Ok, let me not
beat around the bush. Hold your breath! I am a Yamaduta(messenger of God of death) looking for one guy in
this town” he said
“Where does my help
come?” I asked
“It is like this.
Such a thing has never happened in the annals of Yamaloka. Our boss Chitragupta
maintains a record that is known for its infallibility and accuracy. Strangely
and inexplicably something that is unheard of, a few pages of the record is
found missing. There cannot be vested interests tampering with records as in your
world. We are moving heaven and earth to locate. Our master Yamaraj is furious
and worried about his reputation.
By chance we came
to know that one Sugavaneshwaran from this town is due to die today .
I have no clue about him except for his name and town. I must take his life
today if I value my job. You must tell me where that guy lives here. Luckily
his name is uncommon and can be easily found out” narrated the worried Yamaduta.
I assured him “Do
not worry. I was born here and am living all my life and know almost all the
people here being in the postal department. Give me five minutes to think undisturbed.
Ply me with no questions”
“Take even 30 minutes.
You are my savior. But remember I have no clue except his name and town. Make
sure you do not make a mistake”
An evil idea took
over my mind. I have been under great financial strain. My landlord who lives a
few houses adjacent to mine has been pressing for the rental that I owe for
seven months. Three days back he made a scene outside my house with neighbours
watching and threatened he would throw out my belongings outside if I failed to
pay within a fortnight.
My wife had also
been complaining that he frequented the house almost daily when I was not there
casting his lecherous eyes on her and even obliquely suggesting a couple of times
that the problem of arrear rental can be sorted out amicably.
This was a god send
opportunity to solve my problem. I wasted no time. Pretending that I suddenly remembered
the victim’s name, I uttered rather loudly “Eureka, I know where your quarry lives.
I remember his name very well. Have no worry as your problem is solved.”
The Yamaduta jumped
in joy and exclaimed “Where is he? Tell me here and now. I will carry out my
assignment and be gone to my place in satisfaction.”
“The man lives
close to my house. He is a short and fat fellow. He is middle aged and answers
to the name Sugavaneshwaran. He is married…”
Even as I was
continuing to describe, the fearsome man cut me short telling,” I don’t need
all these details. I will rely on your word. Just show me his house. Is there any
other man in the house to confuse me?”
I said none even as
I pointed out my landlord’s house. He thanked me and disappeared in thin air.
The next morning my
wife came running hurriedly as I was lazily rolling on my bed and said “I
cannot believe it. It seems our landlord died of a sudden heart attack around
7Pm yesterday. The poor lady is wailing in great grief at this tragedy. Get
ready .We will go there.”
The next day when I
left early for work, my wife asked me why I was leaving earlier than my usual time.
With a poker face I replied “I am going to Newspaper office to insert an
advertisement changing my name to Sukumar from Sugavaneshwaran.”
Wild imagination! The story keeps you warm in the cold winter :-)
ReplyDeleteGood One KP! So much so for having a presence of mind. Hilarious too
ReplyDeleteThe Yamaduta should have double checked using Google :)
ReplyDeleteDestination Infinity
Hahaha....Nice twist! You could have put 'continued...' and written the II part. You cannot cheat Yama and escape!
ReplyDeleteToo good sir ji - too good :)
ReplyDeleteHa Ha Ha Ha !
ReplyDeletegood one and with a touch of humor.first time here
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha....good one
ReplyDeleteLOL. this is a good one
ReplyDeleteNow this is smart thinking by the real Sugavaneshwaran, rather the story-teller i.e. YOU :)
ReplyDeleteActually, Sugavaneshwaran was NOT destined to die, else those pages wouldn't have been missing & also Yama's messenger could have asked someone else for Sugavaneshwaran :rather than Sugavaneshwaran himself! :)
Wishing for you and your family the Merriest of Christmas.
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Ellen
Happy Christmas to you..
ReplyDeleteit should be a great Christmas n New Year season this time around
This was toooo goood..WITTY!!!
ReplyDeleteHey, I wasnt getting your blog updates on my dashboard. :(
Sorry for not commenting regularly.
Hahaha :))) Now I would like to change my name to Sugavaneshwaran too! Nice story, KP!
ReplyDeleteA marvellous piece that had me in splits.
ReplyDeleteLoved the fact that one could beat Lord Yama in his own game
☺️😁
The ending is a master stroke that caught me totally unawares.
I am bereft of words to describe the beautiful narration.. Superb
You are so hilarious here... What a guy without any remorse...loved this one
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