Worthing Flash

by Rajan V Kokkuri I lived in a small village by the name of Attoor in Kerala State of Southern India. We had a very big ancestral house over there. This house was more than one hundred years old. My hanging coat was moving slightly and I guessed mother might have just got up bed and went to the staircase to go downstairs of my house. I could see the entrance of our very old ancestral house through my window. I heard the loud noise of the door opening in the entrance small house called ‘ padipura ’. I could hear the footsteps of my grand uncle who used to wear sandals made out of wood. As soon as hearing the sound of his steps everyone sitting in the front side of the house rushed inside the house with slight fear. ‘ Vesu’ I heard the loud angry voice of uncle. I could sense there was something wrong. ‘Call everyone.’ I went to the other side of the house near our kitchen well. From there I could see whatever happened in the front portion of the house through the gap in th...

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by Rajan V Kokkuri It was the last day of my work. All my friends had arranged a small party. It was the turn of my boss to say a few words. "Most of you know that VK is a hard worker and helped us to meet the targets on time and also trained the team very well." " But what I have to tell is a different story. Few people do things without being told, that is VK’s nature. He will go an extra step to see that work is done in time with quality." " He will see that everyone is happy around him whether it is office boy or the director. I would request our team to copy this attitude from him." “ One day I was away for a client meeting and reached home late. When I reached home my wife was just waiting for me.” “‘ Oh my god. Do you know what happened today? Our son was having high fever in the morning after you left for the office. I did not know what to do. I called you up at your office. The phone was ringing and there was no answer. I was very despe...

Another story from Rajan V Kokkuri:   I heard a beep from the mobile phone which was on my side table of bed. I was awake and waiting for the alarm.   ‘Papa, can you order these shoes?'   A message from my son Jay. ‘If we are buying one pair it costs Rs. 3900/-, we will get two pairs for Rs. 6800/-' I replied. ‘Jay, why do you want to spend so much money on shoes?' After a while, I sent a message ‘I will order 1 pair for Rs. 3900/.'   ‘Ok. Papa Thanks.' How things have changed? My childhood was totally different and never be compared with the  present life of the younger generation. My uncle was an old devotional person. He generally spends his time in the nearby temple. He  used to wear chappals made from wood.  Whenever he reached our home the sound of his chappals would be heard and  everyone vacated the entrance of the house. On the way back we could see the tribal women carrying wood packs from the forest ...

by Rajan V Kokkuri I searched for my old friend Sunny's telephone number in my old diary and got it. Sunny used to work in Kochi. Sunny was one year senior to me during my college days. I was happy I got the number. It is for a long time I called him. The bell was ringing and there was no answer at the other end. I was about to ring off the phone. Suddenly I heard a boy's voice at the other end. "Hello" I was happy finally; I am able to hear someone, "Can I talk to Sunny? "Uncle Sunny Passed away in 2001." I could not get words to talk further. "Oh, I never knew." "How about his wife and children?" "Yes, they are here, aunty got a job in his previous company Cacil in Kochi." I called Sura immediately. "Sura, did you know that Sunny passed away." "No, I never knew." We both spoke a lot about our college time. Sunny used stay in Barely Street, Bangalore with h...