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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

How do i make it into a story?

"Now how do i make that into a story?....", she wondered rotating the pen with slow motion of her fingers......It was a brilliant and eye-opening experience, it had to be told...but not yet, she didnt dare to use the original names, one of which would be her own....so she thought hard..

"Now why amn't i as creative as all those other writers?", she wondered, surfacing just out of sinking in self-pity, she mumbled about why she was unable to convert that wonderful personal experience into a story.....the story would end up looking like the author was coming to say something real intelligent, if she had the skill, that is.....

The wondering continued, could she use names? could she just say he and she, it did happen between them, hadn't it? and what a wonderful lesson did she take from it..she was desperate to share it...

The scene still ran through her mind.......It was a strange, very strange Tuesday..........She was there working away, slow, in her own way, not being super-smart does have its dis-advantages! She was unable to meet a dead-line..she was scared..anger took hold of her boss, and he yelled at her, like he shouldnt have. It hurt her little sense of self-respect. Her boss was not being nice to her. She was trying hard to please, but the dead-line was impossible for even the super-smart boss.....it was like the dead-line was set to not be met....

She still shivered as she thought of the meeting that day with her own boss's boss. Complaints had sure run in about her." Would i be fired?", she thought within as she faced the big-boss.......

"Do you have a problem with your boss?", asked the super-boss.
yes, I do, he sets impossible dead-lines, in an attempt to impress....but it is not possible to finish within that, not unless i work for 12 hours......which i did today.....yes, he hurts my sense of self -pride, he interferes too much, i am not even allowed to work on my own....yes, and a lot , lot more..........

but, surprisingly, she heard herself say, " He is very hard-working, I like his style of working, he is perfect, never exceeds dead-lines.... It was my mistake, I should have informed him , if i was unable to complete, I will do so here-after"....

When she came out of the meeting, a sense of calm prevailed over her..she fel like God.....She could give a little bit of love for everyone, anyone, She wouldnt hate anyone, she wouldn't.....It was so peaceful to love ....anger drained her, peace rejenuvated her......

"This is what i want to say, give love to all, there is this little child in everyone which responds to love...just try it and see the change, atleast, you will be honest to yourself and feel nice that you didn't harm anyone......try a bit of love..just try.............but how do i make it into a story???", and so she wondered.......................

5 comments:

IBH said...

Very Nice!

long time no see u gal! howdy?

tamilan said...

new way to get a promotion...

Jeevan said...

super story. the last line every one have a child inside. i will to love that.

monu said...

@ibh
thanks...
some work, lots of leave, rain, power cut...those are the reasons!
:)

@tamilan
thats another way to see it..
;)

@jeevan
glad u liked it
:)

Prabu Karthik said...

idhu joraa irukku :D