Let me tell you
an oft-narrated iconic moral anecdote. It is the story of a child (son) gone
astray in life.
One day, a
fatherless boy, pampered ad nauseum by his mother, steals a bunch of spinach leaves from his neighbour’s garden and
gives to his mother. Forever in penury, the mother accepts it and appreciates
him. Emboldened by the appreciation, the boy plummets deeper and deeper into a
life of crime and criminal activities. Ultimately, he commits a murder and ends
up on the gallows. Realisation of his sins dawns on him but it is too late. As
his last wish, he asks to speak to his mother. When the wish is granted, he accuses
her, “Had you corrected me when I stole the spinach, I wouldn’t be here today.”
Having brought a
child into this world without its permission, it becomes the responsibility of
the parents and family to rear it into a good and responsible citizen, impart
good and correct familial, societal, and human values. If these are not
forthcoming from the parents and family, the child derives these from the peers
and various other sources in the society; unfortunately, it may not always be
beneficial or positive. Do we blame the child? The child is the victim!
That is the
essence of my short story “WHY”,
which I tried to highlight in the background of terrorism.
Irretrievably
lost in terrorist activities, the youth introspects on his life and his
misdeeds, asking himself “Why?”
The story does
not have as many reads as I would have liked it to (till date, only 163 reads).
Maybe the title is misleading or not
suggestive of the topic! Maybe I ought to have given it one of the more
dramatic titles “I am a terrorist”,
or “Reflections of a terrorist”, but
I did not, period, no whys about it.
That’s the
problem with me and my writings; you’ll find no hype, no punch lines, no turning of the head three times.
Why?
Bye folks, see
you at the next station of halt.
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