Jayaram-1
This is my first foray into writing stories.i dont know how it turns out.anyways i will be happy that i tried something and laugh at it after 20 years.
On a hot sunday afternoon,Amidst the vast diaspora of huts in "Ayothi Kuppam" ,a 10 year old was busy playing in the ground.on closer introspection,he was practicing writing ABCD while the rest of the kids were busy indulging themselves in the popular games of Goli,Pambaram and hand cricket.Jayaram's eyes sparkled with innocence as well as radiating the inquisitiveness to learn.As he was about to write the fifth alphabet in the sand,he received a big thud on his back.before the tears could emerge out of his swollen eyes jayaram received a slap on his left cheek.With tears welling out of his eyes,jayaram looked up and saw his pot bellied father hurling insinuations at him.Jayaram smiled and immediately took the 50 rupee note from his father and rushed to the nearby arrack shop.The day's routine had started for jayaram.
Being the eldest son of mariappan means no easy business.mariappan always being too eager to offer his services to mother India in the form of humun workforce had six children including jayaram.But alas ! jayaram was the only son and the expected bread winner.Mari indulged in ironing clothes in the day time and in drinking and indulging in the poor man's entertainment with his wife for company(u dont need a thesaurus to guess what it is??).Jayaram had to discontinue studies at the age of 11 to help his father and shouldering some responsibilities.
Jayaram's day started at 4:30 in the morning when he had to goto the paper mart collect newspapers and drop it off at the nearby houses.then at 6:30 he helped the priest of the nearby muneeshwarar temple in the temple's daily chores and on sucessful completion of those tasks hurried to rainbow colony where the remaining part of the day was spent.mari's dhobi cart was situated opp: plymouth apartments.as mari sat down collecting the clothes from the residents of the colony jayaram started ironing and pressing the clothes from the huge bundle before him.
On a hot sunday afternoon,Amidst the vast diaspora of huts in "Ayothi Kuppam" ,a 10 year old was busy playing in the ground.on closer introspection,he was practicing writing ABCD while the rest of the kids were busy indulging themselves in the popular games of Goli,Pambaram and hand cricket.Jayaram's eyes sparkled with innocence as well as radiating the inquisitiveness to learn.As he was about to write the fifth alphabet in the sand,he received a big thud on his back.before the tears could emerge out of his swollen eyes jayaram received a slap on his left cheek.With tears welling out of his eyes,jayaram looked up and saw his pot bellied father hurling insinuations at him.Jayaram smiled and immediately took the 50 rupee note from his father and rushed to the nearby arrack shop.The day's routine had started for jayaram.
Being the eldest son of mariappan means no easy business.mariappan always being too eager to offer his services to mother India in the form of humun workforce had six children including jayaram.But alas ! jayaram was the only son and the expected bread winner.Mari indulged in ironing clothes in the day time and in drinking and indulging in the poor man's entertainment with his wife for company(u dont need a thesaurus to guess what it is??).Jayaram had to discontinue studies at the age of 11 to help his father and shouldering some responsibilities.
Jayaram's day started at 4:30 in the morning when he had to goto the paper mart collect newspapers and drop it off at the nearby houses.then at 6:30 he helped the priest of the nearby muneeshwarar temple in the temple's daily chores and on sucessful completion of those tasks hurried to rainbow colony where the remaining part of the day was spent.mari's dhobi cart was situated opp: plymouth apartments.as mari sat down collecting the clothes from the residents of the colony jayaram started ironing and pressing the clothes from the huge bundle before him.
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