Killing time - story
நவம்பர் 24, 2007 ஆல் Srikanth
You know, killing is not my primary job or hobby. It just happens. During my earlier days in my job, it was tough those days - no time to kill. Later it all changed. I am totally free to do whatever I want and there it started.
These days, I am restricted to my home and couldn’t move around the town as I used to, before my retirement. Looking around the four walls - with nothing to set my eye on, irritates me beyond my tolerance level and makes me mad, then I look for ways to kill..
Most of the work around the home is taken care by others… they won’t even allow me to lend my hand in anything. I like to play with knives - I am a master in handling the knife - yet they won’t let me. The very sound of cutting will chill my blood… slow my breath - I still believe if I work with the knife - i could regain my youth. Yet, I am forcibly refrained from using the knife.
Last month, I made a big scene and then I was offered a TV set in my room… Initially I was all too curious about it. I was cycling through the 124 channels non-stop. And then, it struck me - most of the things I get to see are in fact, absurd - this is not for my kind of person I thought. After couple of weeks, I even forgot the TV set in my room.
Well, couple of weeks after that, on a usual dull day, without any apparent reason, my hands started trembling. I had nothing to do - nothing to say - nothing to look at - My head was rolling - I started to hear loud shouts “kill… kill… kill..”. I don’t know - I started to expect something worse to happen…
Surprisingly…
My room door opened and there she was! I don’t know her - but she was seemingly familiar. I greeted her and offered a seat. She was new to this place - wanted to check out around here and thus she had come to my room. We had a long chat.
She was a teacher by profession and she too was retired. I told her that I were a chef for a long time. Together we shared lot of interests… Hmm… Finally I found lot of things coming up in my mind to share with her. Wow! Now-a-days the bells in my head have stopped ringing. Not anymore I am bored in this home.
With such a nice friend, time has stopped killing me - and we have started “killing time” instead!
Where is the story? :)))
good thought….
@Nataraj: :))
for a minute there,i thought you were talking about yourself !! retired !!! and enthu to blog.i was impressed.only at the end i realised its a story
dumb moronic me 
@Sang: All I tried was to create a thriller - wherein it seems like a psychopath is desperate to kill - and in the end to untie the knot saying its a old man trying to kill his time - it didn’t come well - dumb moronic of me too :))
Good one. But u cud have kept some supense at the end and said “To be contd…….”