Tuesday 6 January 2015

Some Fiction, Some Truth; A series (Short Stories)


The Thatched Roof

And the roof turned ready...Straw, water reed, sedge, heather all headed together, all layered upon one another and the thatching got done and we started living happily. We thanked the Almighty everyday for everything HE had given us. We were a family of seven. We used to thank HIM and gather blessings for us from HIM; from every faith or religion; whatever names the world loves to put into them. And this was a rarity which distinguished us from other villagers and gradually it became the talk of the town.  But something happened very unexpected one fine day. Someone came in and tried to withdraw the straw, someone came the other day and tried to withdraw the reed, on hearing the news another guy turned up and tried to wreck the layers. And suddenly everything around us seemed shattered.

We begged before them. But they did not listen. Each one of them had some conditions applied if our prayers before them were to be listened. So we requested them to put their conditions forward one by one. The first guy warned us that if we do not start following his faith, their community would not allow us to live in here. The second guy cautioned us with the same fate if we do not agree... And none the less to say the third guy was no exception.  My elder son dared to ask them why should we do so? And they were like blank faces for a few seconds and  through the corner of their eyes were staring at each other... Then post some time one of them stood up and started explaining the righteousness and morality we would achieve if we start following his faith. Another one joined in and the argument suddenly heated up. All three of them became busy trying to showcase their doctrine was better than the other and we should convert to their religion.

My elder son requested them to come outside and have a look at the roof of our house. They were quite surprised. He tried defining them the making of the roof our home. The dry vegetation used for crafting the roof is the soul of it and the straw, water reed, sedge, heather etc all of them when layered then only they gave the final shape to it. My son said to them, "Sir, with all due respect to your individual divinity, I beg to differ on the ground that if we try to separate any of these layers the others will also fall upon and the roof would tear down. You trust and follow your faith and I have mine, What is the point in converting and wasting time and energy? Your teachings and mine are the same and eventually they all teach us to be a better human. Because all these will lead us to the one and only Almighty. One day our bodies will meet the dust eventually and through some or the other path we may meet HIM. Humanity is above all Sir."

They all shook their head and in belief or disbelief we do not know, went away.

(Please pardon for all my ignorance)

Just for Reference:
http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/news/politics-and-nation/asaduddin-owaisis-pitch-for-reverse-ghar-wapsi-sparks-political-controversy/articleshow/45760995.cms

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Ghar-wapsi-is-natural-process-RSS-leader-Vaidya-says/articleshow/45743075.cms

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