Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Murder...!

Since it was a summer Saturday we went to play some cricket matches. All our guys went by 5,6 bikes to the play ground which is there around 4 kms away from my place. Around 15 people went to play the cricket match and all of them are form my village.

We parked our bikes little outer and walked to the ground. We have played two games and we won both of them!. This time, I played better in both the games so did not get scolded by my friends. Thought of leaving from there and started. We saw one very big well near by, so planned to swim some time and then leave from there as it was very hot. We 8 guys were swimming for some time and were playing some water games inside the well and remaining guys were roaming around. There was a mango tree near by the well so we plucked some mangoes and started eating after having more than an hour of swimming. We were four guys under the mango Tree having mangoes.

Suddenly there was noisy and people were arguing. We guys turned and looked towards the place where people were arguing. I saw some of our friends also were there. One of my friends ran towards to me and said "Sankar get up lets go, our guys got drunken and started fighting with those local villagers". In the mean while argument became fight and started beating each others. So thought of leaving from there and walked towards to the well to collect our cloths. Since we were swimming we were wearing just under wears. When we try to get our cloths people started throwing the stone on us.

So we had to run away from them without taking our cloths. There were lots of confusions, noises, arguments, beatings, etc, etc. I could not understand what is going on. I saw three of my close friends beating one guy without bothering about collecting our cloths. I was running towards to my friends to stop beating that guy. But, suddenly some other guys came and stabbed one of my close friend. I just got scared and screamed like anything and tried to reach him. But that guy who stabbed him thrown the sharp iron rod on me and it just got missed. I collected that iron rod and ran away from there. My mind was totally blank and dark could not do anything else other than ran away from there.

That guys was chasing like anything. I was running my best. Ruunning and running and running like anything... That guy was nearing me as he was running faster than me.... I got scared... I thought I am going to be killed. I cant explain how much I got scared. I could feel my death. Oh my god, why did I come from Bangalore this weekend?

I was running to wards the sugar cane field and I could reach the sugar cane field. I was holding my breath and hiding inside the field. I was crying and crying like anything for losing my close friend. Its so painful to see your close one's death. One of my close friend has been killed now. I did not know what to do. I just kept quit and was sitting inside the field.

I saw that guy entered into the sugar cane field and started searching me. I was hiding and went back to him. He was searching in front side. I reached him from back and put my left arm on his right shoulder and turned him. He turned... ah! duh! chathuk..! I stabbed him by the same sharp iron rod. I pulled the iron rod and stabbed him again and again holing his neck. All my angers were exploding. He was screaming and shouting and finally fell down. I felt little relief as I killed the guy who killed my friend.

Only After some time I realized that I killed a guy, I did a murder. Oh! what mad I did. Now, I need to hide this body some where. I waited inside in the sugar cane field itself till it gets evening and sun sets. Then I took the dead body on my shoulder walked towards to the lake where there was no water. The body was very heavy but still I could manage some how to reach the lake. I buried the body and left from there and I was walking towards my home.

Since I was wearing only my under wears I could not walk on the roads. So I was walking through all the farm fields and reached very near to my home.

There is a school in front of my home and I could reach that school by jumping the backside wall. Now, I need to cross the road and need to enter into my home. I was waiting for some time to see the road is empty. One moment I saw the road was empty so jumped over the front side wall of the school and ran into my home. Only now I could release my breath and was feeling little ok. I wore my pant and t-shirt and asked my mom "where are those guys?". I did not wait for the answer and started walking towards the Mariyamman Temple which is in the center of the village.

I heard hundreds and hundreds of our village guys went to the place where we had fight and beaten all the men and women in the village. They even destroyed most of the houses and burned them. It became very big kind of war between two villages. I too already killed a guy.

I was walking back to my home thinking "Oh my god whats going on!?" I saw my close friend who was stabbed was smiling and walking towards me. I got shocked and asked him "how come?!, that guy stabbed you rite?". He said "yeah, but it did not hurt me, to escape from them I acted as injured and unconscious".

I was so happy that my friend was alive but could not accept that I killed a guy. Now, I need to escape from the police. So all my friends left from the village and started to Bangalore. We reached Silk board at around 5.00am morning and discussed about the incident in my house at BTM. Then morning at around 10.00 am I met my office colleagues and collected the IPL tickets of the previous days match from them. Now we have some proofs to submit in the court that we were not there in our village and we were watching IPL match when this incident happened.



- Dont scold me if you dont like it. It was just a try....

10 comments:

  1. hey its nice Sankar, i like the way u described the story....each n every moment...ur frnd was smart enough in dream to escape from his own murder ..i dnt know how in reality he is :-)

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  2. Superb story.
    But sorry, kanavunnu soolla poriyonnu doubt aayi last line mothallaye padichitten

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  3. It was not my story, it was my actual dream. Don't have enough imagination to write stories.

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  4. Dreams are nothing but imagination. You have great imagination. Dream more.

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  5. When I read the line "He turned... ah! duh! chathuk..! I stabbed him by the same sharp iron rod." I thought it shud be ur dream. Even I read till the last line to see the word "DREAM". In between I read the last line "Dont scold me if you dont like it". Still story was interesting. So, read it with same feel. :)
    Nice story. U can submit this module to some screenplay writers.

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  6. @Rajshree, He is not smart enough in real... :-)

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  7. hey...i somehow that it's real. then after u wrote,.u killed a person ..i realised its a story..truly..wen u were gasping for air trying to escape from those guys, i also felt desperate to save you ;-) good attempt..

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  8. Nice story,Once i thought you really done a murder.I think you can write story for Tamil or some other language films.
    You have a bright future, if you are not in IT.Even you can do it as aside business.

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  9. Nice attempt. While reading, I was very confident that you will say "It was a dream" in the end.

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