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Saturday, July 09, 2005

A quick tale 45

All about me

She was the kind of person one did not want to be stuck next to on a long train journey. She would go on about her thyroid, the increasing cholesterol level, painful arthritis, the mystery fever that struck last month. She could give detailed description of each to anyone who’d listen. Or not.

How she has garlic pills to control cholesterol, how they make her feel bloated and make her fart and burp at all times, how she has lost appetite, and can no longer smell or feel the tip of her fingers. Has she told them about the diabetes scare she had in February? And the time she fell down the stairs and twisted her ankles? Surely they don’t know about how they nearly removed her uterus? Yes, she’d like some coffee. With two sugars, please. But do they know that she can no longer tell between green and yellow? May be she’s going colour blind. She’s due for an eye-check up anyway. And what was that scar on the elbow? Oh, she has a similar one from when she spilt boiling milk on her arm.

Then one day she was run over by a truck and was killed instantly. It was exactly the kind of accident she would have loved to talk about.

20 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ammani,

Having been visiting the spot quite regularly over the last couple of weeks. QT 45 is a lovely one indeed.

D Govardan

TJ said...

Ha..

She shud have expected the unexpected.

In another view, she dodged defeated all those illnesses by not succumbing to any of them, tho she had a horrible time with then.

Great going...

Pavithra said...

LOL. Freakin' brilliant. :-). Reminds me of Thi.ja's 'Akbar Shastri', actually - though in an opposite way. {grin}

Ms Ch said...

Dead on! Brilliant!

I KNOW somebody like her and just feel sorry, 'coz it is almost like he just doesn't want to enjoy life and one day he is going to go anyway! What is the freakin' point!

.:: Rosh ::. said...

i've been an ardent reader of all your posts for quite sometime and have felt touched with the power of your words, but for some reason i couldnt appreciate this one with all my heart. Maybe i got too concerned about your subject.

thennavan said...

You are making it increasingly difficult for me to do the translation :-)

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

Lovely!

divya said...

good one !!

shyam said...

Gory but so possible for it to happen in reality!

aaalltherest said...

What a great site. Keep up the great work.

√úbermaniam said...

didn't touch me. then again, it's not about me. uber.

Sriram said...

OUCH!

Kasthuri Srinivasan said...

Self confidence, with all the difficulties !

Baejaar said...

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails."
- William Arthur Ward

But then not everyone can do so.

Swathi said...

well well, ur denouements r something to luk fwd to

Anonymous said...

hi
new to ur blog. very nice read.
U seem to have won all ur readers luv with ur qt's.just out of curiosity, does all the expectation & appreciation from ur readers ever hamper ur style in thinking or writing? have u ever felt that u can't write as freely as b4, but have to come up with only the best that appeals to ur readers?

Nithya Swaminathan said...

oh man! This was gory!

Somu said...

Should I laugh or feel sorry for the lady ? Wonderfully written !!!

Eroteme said...

Neat! Really is. I suppose everyone wishes a Marc A to give a speech at their funeral! :-)

ranjit said...

very very powerful ending. well done!!