Tuesday, June 28, 2005

The big gift

Little Smriti was thrilled beyond words when her aunt gave her that gift. It was long, and was wrapped in the most beautiful wrapper she had ever seen. The wrapper had pictures of balloons, angels, teddy bears and candies on it. It was colourful and even glittered at some places. Adding to Smriti’s delight was the beautiful, soft, pink satin ribbon that held the wrapper.

She felt her hands shivering with excitement as she held the gift. Why, it was the BIGGEST gift she had ever received so far!

She let out a wide grin and looked at her aunt.
“Thank you, aunty!”
She looked at her mother. Mother was smiling.
“Can I open it now, ma?” she asked.
“Of course, dear. Keep it in the prayer room, thank God for a minute and then open it” said mom.

Smriti’s grin lessened a little. This meant a delay in seeing what the gift was. Her three-year old mind could never understand why she had to thank God, keep new things in the prayer room before using them, et al. Anyways, she had to do it because otherwise ma would get angry.
She hurried into the prayer room. She would place the gift on the platform where pictures of all sorts of Gods were kept. She carefully cleared that place off flowers, ‘kolams’ made in white powder and incense dust so that the wrapper wouldn’t get dirty.

“Thank you God!” she smiled.
Whew, finally a minute over.
She took the gift and sat down. She cautiously untied the ribbons and removed the wrapper, taking care not a speck of it got lost. She folded the wrapper neatly and kept it aside. After all, it was a memorable one – it wrapped her best gift!
She opened the box, all excited.
She gasped.
There, inside, were many shining, tiny, train coaches and an engine. And a red track for the train to run on.

She quickly assembled the tracks and fixed the train. She fondly looked at the whole set, flowing in admiration. Yes, it was her best gift. She should thank aunt once more.
She put the train inside and ran out, clutching just the red track to show her mother how quickly she had assembled it.

She stopped short at the door.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
There was a much bigger gift in the hall, for her baby sister! Her mother was all smiles, telling her aunt how much she had wanted to buy this for the baby, as she opened the package.
A torrent of anger raged within little Smriti. She hardened her grip on the little red track in her hand. This anger had to get out very soon, somehow, immediately.

She summoned all her might and flung the red track out into the hall. It broke into pieces. Every head in the hall turned and looked at her with shock and disbelief.
Smriti ran inside and shut the door, tears streaming down her face.

38 comments:

  1. This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Just one word man - beautiful! Lovely narration, and nicely chosen characters - is this a true experience or what?

    ReplyDelete
  3. Yaarda athu, chinna kozhanthaya yemaatharathu....adi....ok ma kannu.... azhathey...inga paaru... Vani aunty katha sollaraanga paaru....

    This post will also be removed by the author...

    ReplyDelete
  4. Oh Oh.. lovely one!! the oh oh for the poor kid.. with the gift.. I thght I wud take this point.. in India we normally don't open the gifts in frnt of ppl who give rite? if u do.. thts bad manners.. here in US if u don't its bad manners :)) .. btw.. I put up some pics... in my blog.. do visit

    ReplyDelete
  5. after reading it, for a moment i thought it was ur sis Anu's blog... arent u the younger kid? :P
    point-of-view change panna engalukku theriyadha :P :P neethane antha baby sister in the story ;)
    well anyways, lovely narration. keep them coming

    ReplyDelete
  6. deepak,
    thanks! :)
    vJ,
    that's not chamki, she's chumki ;) and which story do you want me to continue...this one or chumki? :)
    phobiac,
    kozhuppa.....

    ReplyDelete
  7. vivhyd,
    smriti's a little kid man....you can't expect such manners in kids in my stories! ;)
    s m i t h a,
    first. yes, i am the younger one.
    second, i wasn't the baby sister in the story.
    third, thanks!!! :D

    ReplyDelete
  8. Idhu maadhiri ethana items-a di odachu irukka kutti saathan? :)

    ReplyDelete
  9. enakkum adhey kelvi dhaan praveen?

    Hey thanks for blogrolling..
    will do that soon!!!

    ReplyDelete
  10. Anonymous12:39 AM

    "Indecent behaviour...... most unruly kid..... should be sent to some boarding school immediately to teach her some values in life....."

    ippidi ellam naan solla matten.... super di smriti..... andha track aa unga aunty mela adikkanum..... coaches ellam amma mela adikkanum..... andha engine edhuthu un thangai thoppai mela vachu ore ammuku...

    ha ha ha ha nu oru sirippu sirichutu, bend down slightly, rest ur hands on some table, look up, pause and say ‘enakku innoru perum irukku......... vani’

    ReplyDelete
  11. hey, nalla ezhutheerukkae! :) Good one!

    ReplyDelete
  12. Anonymous1:28 AM

    Don't leave it hanging like that...

    ReplyDelete
  13. Oh no I wasn't referring to the kid.. I was just making a stmt with the gift manners there and here..

    ReplyDelete
  14. Hey Vani.. Blogrolled u as "Po nee to Vani"

    ReplyDelete
  15. dei praveen,
    poooooooo...da!adhu naan create panna character-oda train, naan epdivenaa odapen...smriti-oda actions ellam namma kayila..muahahahahha :P
    ioiio,
    ungalukkum adhey answer thaan. btw, po nee to vani-ya.....ennavo, thanks for blogrolling!
    a,
    aaahaa....nambiar range-ukku smriti-ya aakiduva polarkey....pavam, 4 vayasu ponnu, edho kovathula odachutaa...adhukku ipdiellam solla koodathu!

    ReplyDelete
  16. harish and nirenjan,
    thanks!! :)
    vivhyd,
    ohhh that ways....ok, ok....
    vJ,
    idhenna arabian nights idea maari irukku? hehehe, nice idea, though!

    ReplyDelete
  17. Hey, just my two cents worth... Don't try continiuing the story - you've ended it beautifully right now...

    ReplyDelete
  18. Anonymous1:29 AM

    Absolutely perfect reflections of a kid's mind.Great writing.
    Looking forward to Chumki's story too.

    ReplyDelete
  19. Anonymous1:31 AM

    "Aindhil vilayadhadhu aimbathil vilayumaaa????"

    And look into the mirror and try to recollect ur childhood(rather ask ur sis) and u ll know what a nambiar u have been!!!!

    ReplyDelete
  20. Vani- am i assuming it or did u want to convey the msg that in general, we are not happy with what we have and always are driven by greed and compare what we have to what others possess and get jealous and angry if we have less?

    or did u just want to portray the plight of an unfavored(if i may) child, as the other comments seem to suggest?

    either ways, i shud say that ur story is a success!

    ReplyDelete
  21. vJ,
    yes,i have read god of small things....could not really appreciate it much, though i loved her way of narration.
    dr,
    thanks. :) i've to see how chumki will go about!
    a,
    yaaraiyum kekka venaam, i know what a nambiar i've been!!

    ReplyDelete
  22. minimal ego,
    hmm...i can't say your assumption is false, as in, that is like hidden in the story, actually...to be true, i never even realised it until you said! nor is the child an unfavoured one...rather, i've tried to bring out the simple mind of the little girl...a bigger present means more love, according to her...the present her aunt bought for the kid might be just a tiny bed for the kid, or something that's JUST big...smriti's present might even be more expensive...but smriti thinks that just the size matters...when it isn't big, she's, umm, angry!!!

    ReplyDelete
  23. and oh, minimal ego, thanks!!

    ReplyDelete
  24. one small after thought...

    violence illaama story yezhuth maateengala ?..... padikkaravanga bayapadaraangala !......

    PS:....Kozhuppa ?....yen aunty ?

    ReplyDelete
  25. oi vani..nice story dee..:)..You writing does show up a lot of maturity! Way to go!! The way you have described, I just felt like going and hugging 'Smriti'..:)..Btw, those red tracks...Hmmm..I remember having seen them somewhere..Haven't I or am I imagining it? ;) Btw, don't continue this story..Sometimes suspended (can't call it end) stories have a greater impact..

    ReplyDelete
  26. Vani,
    Illingo madam, neenga real life-la inna ellam udaichu irukeengo kaettaen :)

    ReplyDelete
  27. @praveen,
    neraiya "Manasu" udaichirukkennu dialogue vida poraaa

    ReplyDelete
  28. phobiac,
    "violence illaama story yezhuth maateengala ?..... "
    aaama, naan ezhudhina athanai kadhaiyum neenga padichamaari....
    anu,
    thanks ya! :) and of course, you've seen the red tracks....and yes, i am not going to continue the story..that will be like making a deliberate attempt to write something!

    ReplyDelete
  29. praveen and ioiio,
    adhu ellam therinju enna pannaporeengannu sollunga, urupadiya etha irundha answer solren.
    ioiio,
    naan, manasellam odaikardhaa?? cha, chancey illa!! naan nalla ponnu :)

    ReplyDelete
  30. Anonymous8:18 PM

    Hi Vani,
    Am new to ur blog n ur style of writing is jus cool. Came to ur blog from Curses blog...And this story esp is too good.And i also like ur cooking err expeditions um sorry I mean experiences ;). Anywayz cool blog :)

    ReplyDelete
  31. Anonymous8:18 PM

    Hi Vani,
    Am new to ur blog n ur style of writing is jus cool. Came to ur blog from Curses blog...And this story esp is too good.And i also like ur cooking err expeditions um sorry I mean experiences ;). Anywayz cool blog :)
    Neha.

    ReplyDelete
  32. hi,u still in chennai????

    ReplyDelete
  33. hi,u still in chennai????

    ReplyDelete
  34. Nicely written. Kids they amaze us all the time.

    ReplyDelete
  35. neha,
    thanks!
    btw, cooking-aa....3 months vacation-la all forgotten! :)
    sheks,
    yup...still here.
    af,
    thanks!! and yes, kids are amazing!!!!

    ReplyDelete
  36. Anonymous2:13 AM

    Nicely written Vani.

    ReplyDelete
  37. Anonymous7:29 PM

    syuHi I am Pushpa frm Chennai Karpagam GArdens aged 60 ..In 1982 when i was watching Hindi Movie Don 14 college students from the theatre kidnapped me and took me to one of their rooms and mass raped me.They tore my pussy made me drink their cum .For twenty four hours i was continually gang raped.After that they called my hubby and told him tat they had hit him and kidnapped me for ransom,He believed them and paid 50,000 and took me home.I never told him.

    After tat i longed for such experiences.I had an Istri Fellow Mohan in my home who had always some four to five men with them.After my husband used to go out they used to come inside and gang bang me. I enjoyed it thoroughly their black hard dicks tearing me and thicj cum i used to drink.Even today Mohan fucks me

    ReplyDelete