Politics needs a basic lesson

Politics needs a basic lesson

Anil told me a complicated story. But he told in simple terms. I thought of making it into a detective story, I found that it was not easy!

So, I had to do a new trick. I remembered my home when I came to stay 14 years ago. The house was quite lonely those days. So, I created a new building with only 3 occupants. One with a pair which was always fighting, a darling daughter, the next door neighbor always on tour and his wife loves to eavesdrop. The third house has a working pair with a young son who is presently on wheel chair due to an accident. That boy is a lover of detective movies and stories.

The wife and husband of the first house always fight. The husband is so frustrated that he is even ready to kill her and go to jail. Wife suspects that her husband is having an affair with the next door eavesdropper.

The man is also an avid politics follower. He wants to become a politician. He feels each one of the citizen should vote. Then only a proper government comes into existence etc.,

That day the fighting wife and the eavesdropper go out to have a Darshan of a swamiji during that night. The hero would be keen to do the job of a polling agent next day as the country is going for an election. Unfortunately while going on the scooter, he is hit by an ambulance and  both the hands get damaged. He is hospitalized.

Next day morning a report comes to the police station that the darling daughter of the man is dead. Someone has smothered her to death while she was asleep.

The police inspector starts the detection. The boy next door gives a few hints. The story takes a few turns and finally the culprit turns out to be the man. How can he kill his own darling daughter?

He would not have been caught had he not gone to the polling booth to vote and got the purple dot on his finger as a mark of completed his voting.

Why he killed his daughter? The daughter was not supposed to be at home. The wife was to be at home. But as luck would have it, the wife does not come back and the daughter comes back and sleeps on her mother’s bed. The darkness, completely covered blanket hoodwinks the man. He smothers his dear daughter thinking that it is his wife.

When we can’t keep our home straight, we can’t keep the country intact. First, put the house in order is the moral of this detective story.

This appeared in the Deepavali issue of Karmaveera. I remember, when someone asked me what makes you feel that you are a famous writer, I had replied that my story should be published in a special issue and also some magazine editor should invite me to send a story.

Well, first dream was fulfilled with this. The other desire, well, that too got fulfilled a few years ago!