Saturday, December 4, 2010

The Mystery

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 17; the seventeenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

His father had been a really busy man.He had been watching him,all those years of his childhood,his pubescence,his adulthood.His father,hobnobbing around,caught up in his own weird antics,constantly mumbling in a language he couldn't fathom.He was not like the other fathers.He didn't go to work.While his mother toiled hard to provide for the three of them,his father seldom cared.One of the days,he'd be so silent,you could hardly feel his presence.It felt like he shrunk into nothingness.And the other days,he'd shout,break things.If he'd cross his father's path by mistake,he'd hit him hard.He'd pull his mum by her hair,thrash her and scream,"You stole my colour,you stole it".If things got out of hand,his mum would call uncle Griffen for help,and they'd tie him up to a chair.As a kid,he'd witnessed this scene a lot of times,in silent amusement.Once or twice,he'd go to his mother and ask her why they didn't have a normal father,who'd take them out for picnics.She seldom answered.
His father's room was out of bounds for everyone in the house.Even the maid who came for cleaning every week,wouldn't dare to go anywhere close to it.Once he tried sneaking into it,unsuccesfully.
His father,his very own,always remained a mystery to him.Someone who was physically near,but emotionally,as far as one could imagine.

the unfolding of the mystery...
Now as he stared at his father's coffin,he was reminded of all those years,when his mother took silent agony,when he grew from being indifferent to this man to even hating him.when his mother died,the rollicking laughter of his father that filled the room.Now that his father was dead,he could move from this house,from all those painful memories and finally relinquish his dream of writing in new york.He wanted to smile,but he didn't.The promise he had made to his mother of looking after the man who was now dead,was over.But there was one thing still missing.The room.The child inside him made him want to see the room,which so captivated this emotionless man.He opened the door to be welcomed by a strong scent of paint,as he looked around and switched on the light,there lay hundreds of paintings,all exquisite in their own right,each drastically different from the others,almost seeming like they've been painted by different people.some were painted with his father's name,and others with names he'd never heard of.The mystery dawned on him after all.His father wasn't the villain,he was the victim,of the numerous selves that rested inside him.He was a victim of their moods and outbursts.If only he had supported him in his adulthood,understood his anguish.The tears came out slowly..

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19 comments:

Viyoma said...

Beautifully and subtly you touched the subject of MPD. Touched by yr narration...

MAVERICK said...

Great concept. Short, simple, crisp yet moving to the core.
All the best

Someone Is Special said...

Short and sweet.. Wonderful concept...All the Best for BAT..

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V!Vs said...

jst short nd sweet.

adarshs said...

beautifull done meher...u hav said so much in very few words...loved it...

vineet said...

superv,ur svelte descriptn was the corner stone fr this post,hoping fr more

Srikanth said...

I was expecting a different ending.. But you ended it really nice and intelligently.. touching story

Md. Muddassir Shah said...

Meher,
THis is my first time on your blog and let me tell you. I loved your blog. read through few posts, all good :)

regd this particular entry I felt there is more to this story than meets the eye.

Good job, all the best for BATOM 17

♪♪HARINI♪♪ said...

Beautiful!! So beautiful! I almost cried :)
Loved it!!

Splurgerina said...

This is soo creative Meher..I got goosebumps..multiple personality disorder is in itself a very intriguing topic and you wrote it soo beautifully from hating the father in the first para to actually understanding and sympathizing him in the next..good work :)

Meher....all out to explore..!! said...

@everybody thanks a lot.

Pratibha The Talent said...

Great writing with strong perceptions.superb! short of adjective this time.well all the best for BAT.

Kshitij said...

Ah, very well then, this post is one of the few good ones I am reading this BAT. Really liked the story.

You got a couple of spelling mistakes you may want to correct - paintings...and writing.

Visiting you for the first time... it's a pleasant blog. and I like the name blah blah zone. good stuff.

Meher S B said...

@Pratibha the Talent thanks a ton.

@Kshitij oops..!!this is what happens when you don't check your post after you've written.Thanks for letting me know.

Raksha Raman said...

Hello Meher!

Nice plot. One line gives it all away. Multiple Personality Disorder victims indeed have a very tough time and it is sad that not much can be done to help them. I can't imagine the helplessness they must be feeling...sigh!

Short yet successfully leaves an impression that makes the reader pause and think. ATB with BAT :)

Meher S B said...

@Raksha thanks for visitng.In the older times,especailly,MPD went pretty much un-noticed,and it was made out to be queer.Thankfully,now things are changing.

Yamini Meduri said...

nice concept..neatly touched upon..!!!

All the best for BAT dear..!!!

Yamini Meduri - The Mystery

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Yamini Meduri

Kshitij said...

@ Meher - O, everybody has tonnes of mistakes... but I really liked your article.. and therefore pointed out... wanted this article to be error free.

Meher S B said...

@Yamini thanks a lot.

@Kshitij I appreciate it. Thanks.