loss - n. Muthuswamy
By Ramprasath 5:21 PM Stories , n. MuthuswamyNa. Muthusamy: Writer who went to drama. Although he has written very little in modern Tamil literature, especially short stories. Muthuswamy's place, like Mouni's, is inevitable. In a way Muthuswamy can also be said to belong to Mouni's school. Muthuswamy's first short story C.S. Appeared in Chellappa's ``Letter''. In 1984 Kriya Publishing House brought out a short story collection ``Neermai'' containing selected short stories. Cow Na. Muthuswamy was born in Punjai, a village near Thanjavur. Currently living in Chennai. The short story ``Lost'' presented here is a short story that has been repeatedly nominated as the best short story by many. |
He felt like killing his friends. He didn't know why it seemed that way. One evening when he was walking with his friends on Bycrofts Road, he suddenly appeared like this. When bus number 13 passed him, he wanted to kill his friends one by one. He raised an eyebrow and asked why. He closed his eyes tightly trying to suppress the thought in his mind. In the village of Chinnabaiyanak, the appearance of pressing the foot on the kumpi, the sound of air coming out, and air bubbles appeared. Knee-deep mud. To pick up the crying leg, put the next leg and pull, the leg that is placed is crying. Weeping leg comes up. The leg that came to help is still going down. They alternate up and down helping each other. Behind the Kollai straw war is seen the appearance of Parachi Sani trampling. She jumps alternately and stomps on Varati. She tramples like a ghost in the story told by her grandmother. He quickly tries to pull his leg buried in the muck. Legs get stronger. The legs appear to operate like two pistons of a machine, ironically in a standing position. A punching mechanism is available and looks like a piston that drives the wheel of a train engine. The wheels become 'six-sick' and start rolling at a faster speed. A friend falls to his death on a spinning wheel. His body falls in two pieces, head and torso, against the rail and thrashes. He gritted his molar teeth. He rubbed his cheek and watched as he gritted his teeth. He was ashamed to look like a bony jaw wrapped in skin. For a second he felt the memory fade away in the closing of his eyes and the clenching of his teeth. He felt that the memory had disappeared in the trampling of Shani earlier. Sitting under a coconut tree on a swinging scythe, he chopped the hay into a threshing floor and trampled it, thinking that they disappeared as if they were disappearing. Also known as trampling; Gumby, Ghost, Jumping, Converging Pistons, Horizontal Pistons, Train Wheel, Death of a Friend also followed. Also known as trampling; Gumby, Ghost, Jumping, Converging Pistons, Horizontal Pistons, Train Wheel, Death of a Friend also followed. Also known as trampling; Gumby, Ghost, Jumping, Converging Pistons, Horizontal Pistons, Train Wheel, Death of a Friend also followed.
He found that the thought had disappeared again. He wanted to reduce the thought as much as possible until he reached home by chasing away the thought of each and every thing. At once it seemed that the ghost story would be convenient for it. In one story, a ghost called Krishnaswamy Iyer in the middle of the jama to pour water for the chillies. Krishnaswamy Iyer felt that he had been tricked by a ghost and felt that he was tricked by a ghost. ``Dei Rangasamy, don't you want to score the next match, take some rest,'' he said. ``Charida Kichami'' is a ghost. Krishnasamy Iyer took the spade and went to the last bed saying that it was time. He scored a goal. He stopped poking the spade. He took off his shaved head and placed it like a head on a spade hammock. Crouching down and clinging to the cover of the pepper bush, he climbed over the fence in a quiet place and ran home and knocked on the door. It's time to open up by asking who the wife is. He got angry. ``It's me,'' he said angrily, knocking the door as if it would break. She opened the door. It was only when his wife opened the door that he remembered that he had run headfirst across the aisles. In the story, he untied the loincloth as soon as he hung the hoe in the hammock. He laughed that he did not seem to have the habit of tying a koman. He fell over and laughed. The next day the village laughed. So far, he has told the story that he was trying to build. It was his wife who told the story of Mundakkat. It was his wife who spread the story of Mundakkat in the village. She has told the story for each of them, the next-door neighbor and the next-door grandmother. They laughed and told their brothers and sisters. They immediately untied Krishnaswamy Iyer's vetti and started laughing enjoying the story. He smiled. ``Why are you smiling?'' said the friend who was coming next to him. ``Nothing'' he said. Krishnasamy Iyer is black in the story. He corrected that the moon must have been obscured by a cloud when he ran, thinking that the ghost would have known that he was running in black to run on the moon. Ghosts have no legs. In another story, Alamelu recognized it as a ghost because it had no legs. A female ghost called her in the middle of the day. At dawn she went to knock on the chalk. The ghost trampled the sand. It was trampling as she tapped. She couldn't finish knocking as fast as it was pedaling. Alamelu got suspicious and looked up. Ghost. No legs. The demon trampled the sand without legs. Alamelu is afraid of planting a pot. How to escape? He also forgot the story of how she escaped. ``Here I will bring water'', he thought, carrying the jug and going inside and locking the door. She would have started shouting 'ghost ghost'. Or she would have been mute because she couldn't scream out of fear. Immediately she got a fever. She was suffering from severe fever for two days. She died on the third day. He remembered death. He thought of holding a friend in the hands of a demon. He smiled at the thought of including himself. ``Why are you smiling?'' said the friend who was coming next to him. ``Nothing'' he said. Then he said, ``A country can be developed with demons''. ``Yes, ghosts are making our country better.'' A friend said and everyone laughed. He felt ashamed. Suddenly the ghosts laughed. He felt ashamed. Suddenly the ghosts started to seem real. Her grandmother claims to have seen ghosts. Krishnaswamy Iyer and Alamelu lived in Punjai. He himself has seen a ghost once. As a small boy he saw a ghost going out under a tamarind tree. Watched with friends. They threw away the stone. The stone penetrated the image. They later determined that it was a ghost. Now I can't imagine how it got out squatting without legs. He doesn't like to carry on ghost stories. It seemed that he could not stop talking about it. The truth, he thought, was always laughable. Then he looked back at the glowing neon signs of the storefronts. The red letters brought to mind the blood of the man who had been hit by the train. He shook his head. Again the old thought. To forget, to think, to forget, The memory was running to think. He touched and saw that forget, think, forget, think. Immediately, as Sami departs from the Mayuranathasamy temple in his wife's hometown Mayuram, touching and touching ``jincha jincha'', - behind the consort holding a cloth in his mouth and blowing salt on his cheek - comes the appearance of the boy jalara. The mournful look of the assailant reminded him of death. He also remembered his habit of looking at the matchmaker in marriages. He will think that this suitor is sad for those brides. He thinks that the couple is going to die one day, one is going to die before him, the other is going to be sad, he is going to die before her and she is going to be a widow and he thinks that he is sad right now. At last he went home thinking about death. He had forgotten where and what we had said to our friends.
Thinking worked differently until he reclined in the recliner after eating. He thought that he would grab the wife of the waitress and the only child who was sitting next to her, who was grinding rice, and pushed her to the side of her friends. In full form they appeared as a mere shadow as they were held close by and pushed. He tried to give the shadow a nose and a way to teach it in reality. He couldn't do that. For that they had to be repeatedly pushed from their old place. The child looked at him ignorantly and the wife threatened and begged him. Repeatedly held and pushed, the child took it as a game and started laughing. Many times it seemed to want to push itself like this. I don't want this pumpkin game it's become. Every time it wanted to be pushed, it came towards him with a shoulder tilt. That is what he was pushing. By the time he had finished eating, he had pushed the child like a rotten pumpkin and got up. His wife was standing with a leaning look that managed not to fall even with the unexpected push. Intimidation, begging and sin remained.
He came and lay down on the recliner, wondering why it had suddenly started to appear.
``Father'' the child ran towards him. He stood up from his chair and held out his hand to prevent the child from coming to him. He looked to see if the child's feet touched the ground. The child stood with his feet planted on the ground.
``The little ghost's feet will slide on the ground,'' he said aloud.
``Why do you go to Kolandhai, why are you such a ghost?'' said his wife as she was by the stove, ``you are a female ghost.''
``So, you're a boy,'' she smiled. ``My friend became a ghost today. He got hit by a train and wanders like a ghost.''
``Who? who "She was hit by the train and died," she said.
He didn't answer. He got up, closed the window and sat down. He knows that the ghost cannot enter through the window.
What is certain that its appearance cannot be seen beyond the window? Grandma never said that. ``How many days does it take for a child to get up and walk? First, the baby wobbles without touching the ground. Only then does it learn to walk with its feet on the ground. It's the opposite for ghosts. Child ghosts wobble on the ground with their feet limp. Only then do they get used to walking without touching their feet'' he said. ``Enough is enough to scare the kid. The game is very good. She came to pick up the child saying, "Can anyone call the child a ghost?" ``Why have you closed the window like this'' she said. ``For the ghost'' he said. ``For the ghost? "What are you talking about?" she said, holding the child. ``Even if the ghost can't come in, he can sneak behind the window,'' he said. ``Did you come here drunk?'' she said. ``Bodi, it was my mistake to grab you then and push you'' he said. ``Whatever you say. What's the brain drain?'' He started laughing hysterically. ``Have a good time, eat. Lay down and sleep,'' she said and left. He spread the mat. It was a little clearer when I woke up in the morning. One of his friends came looking for him. As soon as he arrived, he said, ``I have lost faith in sin and virtue.'' ``Me too,'' said the friend. It was my fault that I grabbed you then and pushed you'' he said. ``Whatever you say. What's the brain drain?'' He started laughing hysterically. ``Have a good time, eat. Lay down and sleep,'' she said and left. He spread the mat. It was a little clearer when I woke up in the morning. One of his friends came looking for him. As soon as he arrived, he said, ``I have lost faith in sin and virtue.'' ``Me too,'' said the friend. It was my fault that I grabbed you then and pushed you'' he said. ``Whatever you say. What's the brain drain?'' He started laughing hysterically. ``Have a good time, eat. Lay down and sleep,'' she said and left. He spread the mat. It was a little clearer when I woke up in the morning. One of his friends came looking for him. As soon as he arrived, he said, ``I have lost faith in sin and virtue.'' ``Me too,'' said the friend. Lay down and sleep,'' she said and left. He spread the mat. It was a little clearer when I woke up in the morning. One of his friends came looking for him. As soon as he arrived, he said, ``I have lost faith in sin and virtue.'' ``Me too,'' said the friend. Lay down and sleep,'' she said and left. He spread the mat. It was a little clearer when I woke up in the morning. One of his friends came looking for him. As soon as he arrived, he said, ``I have lost faith in sin and virtue.'' ``Me too,'' said the friend.
``Beyond humanity,'' he said.
The friend did not answer. ``I have sent the gatekeeper God who was preventing sinful thoughts from entering my mind to the neighboring houses.''The friend laughed and said ``Why?'' ``I don't believe in God either,'' he said.
``To see how people like you break the law.'' The friend chuckled.
``I can kill you without mercy,'' he said.
``You will regret it later.''
``I can bravely commit suicide.''
``That is the person who has no humanity.''
``My humanity is different from yours.''
``To show love to my fellow man is my humanity.''
``I don't like helping people.''
``I can think the same about you.''
``Now I only have faith in ghosts.''
The friend laughed.
``Narasimhan is moving around like a ghost.''
``That's just his nature. ``Lolo'' is walking around like a dog.''
The friend got up and left for home. The one who usually goes to the gate, didn't go today. He slammed the open windows and doors. It was as if he wanted to kill his friend who was rushing home by pushing him under the wheel of a bus. He hung up his shirt and went outside.
``Aren't you going to leave for office?'' said the wife. ``Here I am coming'' he left. He returned for a while. ``Balakrishnan has died after being hit by a bus wheel'' he went and leaned on the recliner.
``How, how? Oh my God! Nethiki one for today? How, how?'' She came and stood near him. He didn't answer. He closed his eyes and lay down on the recliner. She also turned back without expecting a reply. She turned away, not wanting to bother him with questions, thinking that he would not be in a position to answer in the grief of losing his friends. He was lying on his chair even when it was time to leave for office. She thought that he cannot even go to the office. For some time she called him ``do you want to eat?''
``Bodi Beye'' he said while closing his eyes. She went inside. Then the child came calling ``Daddy''. ``Go, little ghost,'' he said. As she was inside she said, ``Father is not in a good mood and his eyes are like this''. After a while he himself went to eat. After eating without speaking, he came back and lay back on the chair. He had never seen anyone hit by a bus or a train before. He had seen a goat being slaughtered by putting its neck on a pan in Punjai butcher shop. He came from Trichum school and owned a Saipu butcher shop. Once he started selling curry, he would go to Tiruchampally to set up shop. Shop three days a week. Goats go to him from the flock of the local Keelapalayam Itapillai. They will take the head and take it in order of one per day. They will hold their heads by their ears. With unblinking eyes, it watches the sheep. The head of a dead man hit by a train has to be carried like this. A human head can't be held up by the ear. You have to hold the hair and carry it. Or like a banana, it can be carried in the palm of your hand. A philanthropist who thinks of carrying a human head, like carrying dung, will carry the hair like Kali. He may think that he has become a god in a short time. The head of a dead man hit by a train has to be carried like this. A human head can't be held up by the ear. You have to hold the hair and carry it. Or like a banana, it can be carried in the palm of your hand. A philanthropist who thinks of carrying a human head, like carrying dung, will carry the hair like Kali. He may think that he has become a god in a short time. The head of a dead man hit by a train has to be carried like this. A human head can't be held up by the ear. You have to hold the hair and carry it. Or like a banana, it can be carried in the palm of your hand. A philanthropist who thinks of carrying a human head, like carrying dung, will carry the hair like Kali. He may think that he has become a god in a short time. A philanthropist who thinks of carrying a human head will carry it like Kali. He may think that he has become a god in a short time. A philanthropist who thinks of carrying a human head will carry it like Kali. He may think that he has become a god in a short time.
Sayabu is not animalistic. He will easily cut the neck above the big earth. At dawn, he ties the goat to the stall and keeps it covered with leaves. He would sit with the knife till the helper came. One should hold the goat's feet. The knees should be bent on the back of the goat and the legs should be held together. One should keep one's mouth tightly closed. He looked closely and put the knife on the neck with the price of blood on the ground. Pour it into the pan without spilling. It can only be done by cutting carefully. Goat will kiss. When the knife comes to the throat, it seems that the gnat flows down the throat. It appeared that its smell was mixed with blood. The butcher shop is the shortcut to the school; They said that there is a ghost there too. He could not see the ghost as he had already passed by during the day. All he could see were people squatting there and drinking beedi. Doubts that they had legs now suddenly arose. Never saw the way food goes through a goat's neck. Narasimha's neck would have been the same. It looks like it's closing because it's no longer needed. It is necessary to get rid of unnecessary things. One day at Egmore railway station, a man boarded the train from the back and got stuck in the moving wheel. The train stopped. One leg was crushed at the ankle. They picked him up and put him on the platform. Doubts that they had legs now suddenly arose. Never saw the way food goes through a goat's neck. Narasimha's neck would have been the same. It looks like it's closing because it's no longer needed. It is necessary to get rid of unnecessary things. One day at Egmore railway station, a man boarded the train from the back and got stuck in the moving wheel. The train stopped. One leg was crushed at the ankle. They picked him up and put him on the platform. Doubts that they had legs now suddenly arose. Never saw the way food goes through a goat's neck. Narasimha's neck would have been the same. It looks like it's closing because it's no longer needed. It is necessary to get rid of unnecessary things. One day at Egmore railway station, a man boarded the train from the back and got stuck in the moving wheel. The train stopped. One leg was crushed at the ankle. They picked him up and put him on the platform. He got stuck in the wheel. The train stopped. One leg was crushed at the ankle. They picked him up and put him on the platform. He got stuck in the wheel. The train stopped. One leg was crushed at the ankle. They picked him up and put him on the platform.
So far he was thinking that the legs are cut off by the train just like the forks are cut. Not so, his leg was crushed. The foot was full. He didn't flinch at anything like that. He said father father and mother mother. He stood up and looked at the morning. It was as if he had called his father and mother to see the morning. Cal Boche Cal Boche he cried. He did not seem to be crying because of the pain but because of the loss of his leg. How high a worm jumps when touched by attraction. How great man is like that. How much he must have jumped. He was lying down normally. The pain seemed bearable. All those who hanged themselves in Punjah for stomach ache must be hanging themselves for other reasons. There is someone hanging from all the trees of the cross. Suicide seems so easy. One night in Moundrod, a man crashed into a taxi and fell down. Only a little blood had oozed from the head: there was life. No memory. Not for pain. If that taxi got on his neck and he died, he would have known. Suicide is so easy. You should know how to jump without thinking. That's it. A dog that was hit on the head by a bus a few days ago and was lying on the side of the road with all its teeth showing now smiled. Its intestines were pulled out through the anus and lay around it like a rope. It looked like it was laughing because the intestines that should have been in the stomach were outside. All that day he did not speak to his wife or child; He ate when needed. He drank the coffee he brought. At other times he lay in the recliner with his eyes closed. The next morning, when his wife came carrying coffee like a ghost with a leafy sari tied, he asked her to lift the sari. She went inside saying ``You ugly''. ``You are a ghost,'' he shouted. After eating without taking a bath, he took his bicycle and went to the office. The heads of the people in the car ahead of him could be seen through the rear window. He could only see the chest size of the people sitting in the bus that passed him. Only the driver's head, shoulder and arms were visible. Some of those who were hanged on the crossbar held their hands. They all appeared to be legless ghosts. He kept looking at all the people walking. Everyone was wearing sandals. They did not set their feet on the ground; So he kept thinking that they are also demons. Those who wear ``shu'' are ghosts with no ankle size. Cyclists are medium ghosts sitting in the distance. For a second he appeared to be the only human being pulled by the rickshaw without sandals. Then he went to the office thinking that since he pulled a cart like an ox, he could not be a human being but a bipedal animal. Time to go to office. ``Why?'' they asked. ``On the way, my friend Ramanathan was crushed to death by the bus. I am coming after watching it. His bowels were distended like a dog's intestines were lying outside. He lay down as if a dog had laughed. His neck was crushed like the leg of a person stuck in Egmore train'' he said. ``Oh, it's a pity. Letana is okay. Go for the ticket'' they all said. ``You are all demons,'' he said, getting back on his bicycle. ``It seems that he has come to say that he is not going to come to the office. He is distraught over the death of his friend,'' they said. When he went home, he saw that he had returned from the office and his wife said, ``Why are you going to the office?'' ``All the people in Chennai are ghosts'' Saying that, he went and lay down on the reclining chair. ``Why? What is your body doing? Just get used to life. Can we even die for it? Manase Thethikkongo'' she came close to him with kindness. He said, ``Bodi Beye''. She withdrew. Fear has arrived. ``What are you crazy about?'' she said. ``Lift the sari'' he said. ``Chichi... what are you talking about?'' she went inside smiling ``I am the only human being on earth'' he said as she was inside, ``lay down and sleep.'' The mind will be clear. Go to the office tomorrow and take a month off. He may go to town for a month. Everything will be forgotten'' she said. He was lying on the chair. The child was lying down and sleeping. She was wrapped in morning saree. He went and lifted the saree. had legs. Having legs while sleeping is not enough. He went back and lay down on the chair to see whether his feet touched the ground when he walked. Then every minute became an age. It was scary. He seemed to be alone in the world. A horde of ghosts seemed to be roaming everywhere: he seemed to be the only human among the ghosts. If ghosts appeared in human form without setting foot on the ground, he thought it was better to hide as a ghost. He took his shirt and went outside. Buses were coming and going on Bycrofts Road. In the distance, bus number 13 was being driven by a ghost at high speed. When it came near, he jumped in front of it.
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