Hello friends! In our life, we are meeting so many people. Some people don't know how to behave or speak in public places. They are not aware of the consequences. They won't pay heed to advices. Noone else can mend them. They will learn by their own experiences. How? The answer is available in my short story, "Hello Mr./Ms. Loudspeaker!"
HELLO MR./MS. LOUDSPEAKER! (Short story)
It was a busy Monday morning. The travellers in the bus felt the bus was moving at snail's pace. Crowd, perspiration, impatience... Mr. Murugan didn't care about all this. He was going on talking with his friend in a voluminous voice. His conversation covered so many subjects,..his family, friends, office, politics, his likes and dislikes, future plans and so on... His friend was just listening to him, nodding his head now and then, as he was not offered much time to talk.
At last, when Mr. Murugan was about to get down from the bus, he invited his friend, "Ravi! You have not visited our new house. Next week, we are leaving for Salem. Visit us after 10 days. Remember my address..no. 10, New Street, near Selva Vinayagar Temple..Don't forget!..." Along with the bus, his speech also came to a halt.
Next week, the house at no. 10, New Street was in a great chaos. Police personnel, sniffer dogs..Our hero, Mr. Murugan was shouting and crying alternatively. "So many are here. I don't know why these damn burglars have chosen my house. I have lost almost everything. Please help me, sir! The culprits should be nabbed as early as possible, dipped in the drainage and put in the prison for life time..."
"Okey, okey..", the police inspector patted him, "now tell me who were all the persons who knew about your Salem trip?.."
Mrs. Murugan stopped her crying and answered this question instantaneously in a desperate voice, "Who knows? The whole city,..or even the whole world might have known about our trip...".
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HELLO MR./MS. LOUDSPEAKER! (Short story)
It was a busy Monday morning. The travellers in the bus felt the bus was moving at snail's pace. Crowd, perspiration, impatience... Mr. Murugan didn't care about all this. He was going on talking with his friend in a voluminous voice. His conversation covered so many subjects,..his family, friends, office, politics, his likes and dislikes, future plans and so on... His friend was just listening to him, nodding his head now and then, as he was not offered much time to talk.
At last, when Mr. Murugan was about to get down from the bus, he invited his friend, "Ravi! You have not visited our new house. Next week, we are leaving for Salem. Visit us after 10 days. Remember my address..no. 10, New Street, near Selva Vinayagar Temple..Don't forget!..." Along with the bus, his speech also came to a halt.
Next week, the house at no. 10, New Street was in a great chaos. Police personnel, sniffer dogs..Our hero, Mr. Murugan was shouting and crying alternatively. "So many are here. I don't know why these damn burglars have chosen my house. I have lost almost everything. Please help me, sir! The culprits should be nabbed as early as possible, dipped in the drainage and put in the prison for life time..."
"Okey, okey..", the police inspector patted him, "now tell me who were all the persons who knew about your Salem trip?.."
Mrs. Murugan stopped her crying and answered this question instantaneously in a desperate voice, "Who knows? The whole city,..or even the whole world might have known about our trip...".
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