Ideal man of the centuary

Ideal man of the centuary

A Story by prema

                              Ideal man of the century

I am 55 years old and have been a witness to changes happening all over the world for
the last 4 decades as someone who had no part to play yet very much there in the scenario.
Advancement in technology ,new economic order ,better living conditions ,better medical 
facilities and infra structure were all made accessible to the common man. The whole world
has become a global village and the state I am from is called " God's own country" by the tourism department to lure tourists. But the truth is it is the land of "Devils". Living among the 
devils I have experienced God's presence by my sheer helplessness and purity of heart.
Right from the day of my birth vested interests were after me and my parents.
My first experience of wickedness was when I was Just 5 yrs old. One morning when I went 
to the school I found 2 men from some other state were distributing sweets to all the children
at the entrance. Since those were strangers I refused to take. But then I found all the other
children were eating and one particular boy in my class named Murali had 2,3 sweets.
Later those 2  men came near me cajoling and I could not deny the sweet.

Just before the teacher was to come ,Murali wrote a few names who had taken sweets from
the stranger on black board to show the teacher .Imagine a boy of 5 who have taken sweets
3 times has written my name first on the list to show the teacher. With great reluctance only
I took the sweet because I was too sensitive to say no. These type of Muralis growing (pun
intended) into adults ,you will find them plenty all over the so called God's own country.
         
 When I also grow into an unassuming girl --I never learned any lesson from Murali--
knowing what a straight forward ,God-fearing, unassuming family was mine, some mentally
handicapped (in all sense ) people sent a very poor man (only financially poor ,in cleverness
he is richest )to marry me. I could never guess the treachery ,for his family had already become my family friends some 12 yrs earlier. With marriage he got access to my  family
and he played dirty politics by causing jealousy and rift among my siblings. Both my parents
died before their time as a consequence.He made my life hell at the behest of the people who sent him to marry me .They ( grown up Muralis  )had a gala time fishing in troubled waters ( here the troubled water is my life). Like they say that you can't fool all the people 
all the time their play with my life ended. Even then I was not spared. Those Muralis and          
my so called husband dragged me to mental asylum for 3 ,4 times because their effort to 
play with my life failed miserably. See God is  there ,I am feeling His presence in spite of 
the fact that I had to face the ordeal of staying in mental asylum 3,4 times, 
                                                 A few decades ago the great spiritual leader called 
 Vivekananda from another state of India visited my state Kerala, he called it the"Land of insanity "after seeing the social inequality especially between the upper and lower castes  
of Hindus. But now with the ease of shuffling cards vested interests mixed castes and created chaos all in the name of social equality. To tell  a long story short I am a mix of 
the so called upper caste and lower caste and we have become a minority community .
Seeing our vulnerability  vested interests or "Muralis " made me a pawn to play their dirty 
game and my one and only daughter had to endure hardship at even a young age . With
a heavy heart and bitterness I now realize those who do mental laundering at the expense
of others or rather driving all others to insanity are the" IDEAL MEN" befitting this century. 
Innocent and unassuming people have no place in this century.
                        
  
         

© 2014 prema


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