This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents
either are products of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental.
It's a boy! Announced the midwife as she delivered the piglet. Immediately a sense of relief swept over the mother's face .The Piglet let out a loud squeal. Perhaps he knew this was the first of many lives he was going to touch.His father was just finishing up a cigarette outside,checking the young attendant in the mirror .
This was ten years ago. He was no more a piglet; he was a fully grown pig now.He lived in a separate sty with his wife and kids. After graduating from a private convent in the city , he had no problem finding a job. He had recently been recruited by a reputed slaughterhouse. It was one of the biggest and the most modernized slaughterhouses in the country .The Pig had to report to work without fail early in the morning and work late into the night everyday.There was heavy penalty for absenteeism and indiscipline. His work involved operating a complex machine which turned live screaming chicken into ready to cook packets of assorted chicken pieces . Any error made by the pig was dealt with severely by the elder pigs. At the end of every month, he would be rewarded with five buckets of rice or wheat. This was the currency in operation in the pigs world.
The pig toiled for an entire month, trying to understand the workings of the slaughterhouse. He put in long hours every day and barely had any time to himself. On salary day, he was eagerly awaiting the five buckets of wheat. He had decided on wheat because he knew rice would make him fat and nobody likes a fat pig ! He planned to send some wheat to his parents after saving enough for his family . His wife had recently been blessed with twins.He had also hoped to buy himself a nice little suit. All his life, the pig had dreamed about wearing a nice black suit and walking down the street, much to the envy of all the other pigs.His dreams were about to come true. All he had to do was walk into the elder pig's cabin, collect his five buckets of wheat and walk out of the door to a life of comfort and extravagance .
The pig's sty was at a considerable distance from the slaughterhouse. He thought about what the other pigs had said. The elder pig had easily explained the missing buckets but how would he explain it to his wife? He couldn't think of a satisfactory answer.He hoped his wife would be asleep by the time he got home. He knocked on the door of his sty. She was wide awake and had made him a special cake.The piglets were asleep. She sensed that something was wrong as soon as he walked in. What happened ?She asked. The pig told her the entire story. She wasn't convinced. He must have spent it on booze and meat, this greedy pig, she thought.How could he do this with two little children to take care of ? She started to cry. The pig tried to console her but his efforts didn't yield any result. He went to bed but sleep evaded him. At around five in the morning he got up and noticed that his wife was missing. Her clothes, the little piglets, and the buckets were gone. Can't blame her , he thought even though he was heartbroken. He searched from pillar to post but he knew he wouldn't find her or his piglets.
He wandered aimlessly. After a while, he bumped into some friends. Hey look at Mr. Professional, exclaimed one of them. They were playing some card game and invited him for a round of beer. The pig declined the offer and explained his reasons for it. He politely bid goodbye and walked back in search of his wife and kids .Greedy fucker , doesn't want to loosen his purse strings ! Thought his friends and continued with the game.The pig continued his search. He looked at his watch and panicked. He was already late to the slaughterhouse. He paused his search and ran as fast as he could but couldn't make it in time. The gate closed in his face. He would lose three days’ worth of wheat for absenteeism as per the slaughterhouse policy. He let out a loud cry of anguish.As this also violated the policy, The security dog promptly spanked the pig and chased it away.
Dejected, He ran to his parents' sty to seek help. He knocked on the door and his mother opened the door. She was glad to see her son. He narrated the entire story to his parents. His mother got up, walked into the kitchen and came back with a bowl of rice and offered it to him. You must be hungry, she said.The Pig finished his rice and excused himself to resume his search.His parents suggested he approach the police and seek help .He agreed and started to leave. He heard the door close behind him. He could overhear his father saying That greedy pig must have spent it on booze and whores.That's why his wife must have left him. Tears rolled down the pig's cheek. He wiped it down immediately. How shameful would it be if someone saw a grown pig cry!
The Pig sat down and thought about his options.He was never the one to make instinctive decisions.In one day, his life had turned upside down .He had never liked the cops and didn't want to approach them to report his missing family.They would all laugh and mock him. Just then ,he saw the elder pig's cart approach the intersection.It was driven by the security dog.The cart was loaded with rice and wheat. He counted the buckets ,there were ten of them. Maybe If steal three buckets from the cart , all my problems will be solved thought the pig .This was his moment. The cart was still at the intersection and if he moved swiftly, he could succeed. He ran as fast as he could and jumped on to the back of the cart. He had never seen so much grain in his life. It looked glorious in the sunshine. He stuck his head into the buckets and began enjoying himself.He emptied the first bucket and moved on to the second . Thudddddd ..!! The noise was deafening and it echoed around the neighborhood. The cart had halted and the security dog was on top of the pig with a rifle in his hand. The pig lay there lifeless. Blood rushed out of the pigs neck where the bullet had hit him.The security dog dragged the pigs body out of the cart . Greedy pig ! He said as he drove away from the spot.
It's a boy! Announced the midwife as she delivered the piglet. Immediately a sense of relief swept over the mother's face .The Piglet let out a loud squeal. Perhaps he knew this was the first of many lives he was going to touch.His father was just finishing up a cigarette outside,checking the young attendant in the mirror .
This was ten years ago. He was no more a piglet; he was a fully grown pig now.He lived in a separate sty with his wife and kids. After graduating from a private convent in the city , he had no problem finding a job. He had recently been recruited by a reputed slaughterhouse. It was one of the biggest and the most modernized slaughterhouses in the country .The Pig had to report to work without fail early in the morning and work late into the night everyday.There was heavy penalty for absenteeism and indiscipline. His work involved operating a complex machine which turned live screaming chicken into ready to cook packets of assorted chicken pieces . Any error made by the pig was dealt with severely by the elder pigs. At the end of every month, he would be rewarded with five buckets of rice or wheat. This was the currency in operation in the pigs world.
The pig toiled for an entire month, trying to understand the workings of the slaughterhouse. He put in long hours every day and barely had any time to himself. On salary day, he was eagerly awaiting the five buckets of wheat. He had decided on wheat because he knew rice would make him fat and nobody likes a fat pig ! He planned to send some wheat to his parents after saving enough for his family . His wife had recently been blessed with twins.He had also hoped to buy himself a nice little suit. All his life, the pig had dreamed about wearing a nice black suit and walking down the street, much to the envy of all the other pigs.His dreams were about to come true. All he had to do was walk into the elder pig's cabin, collect his five buckets of wheat and walk out of the door to a life of comfort and extravagance .
Where are the other three buckets, I was promised five per month? Asked the pig in anger when the elder pig handed him just two buckets of wheat as his salary. The elder pig looked up at the pig in a fit of rage and said One bucket goes to the government for allowing us to run the slaughterhouse, one goes to the facilities and food department in the slaughterhouse as they provide you with an environment to work and food to eat, one bucket has been deducted as the slaughterhouse is not making enough profits . So there you go pig. Take your two buckets and hush hush .The pig wanted to say a lot but stopped himself . He carried his two buckets out of the office where several other pigs were discussing a recently concluded wrestling match. Isn't this unfair? Asked the pig to his peers. The other pigs looked at him up and down and said Try getting these two buckets in other slaughterhouses.They are even worse. You are lucky to be here. Be grateful pig
The pig's sty was at a considerable distance from the slaughterhouse. He thought about what the other pigs had said. The elder pig had easily explained the missing buckets but how would he explain it to his wife? He couldn't think of a satisfactory answer.He hoped his wife would be asleep by the time he got home. He knocked on the door of his sty. She was wide awake and had made him a special cake.The piglets were asleep. She sensed that something was wrong as soon as he walked in. What happened ?She asked. The pig told her the entire story. She wasn't convinced. He must have spent it on booze and meat, this greedy pig, she thought.How could he do this with two little children to take care of ? She started to cry. The pig tried to console her but his efforts didn't yield any result. He went to bed but sleep evaded him. At around five in the morning he got up and noticed that his wife was missing. Her clothes, the little piglets, and the buckets were gone. Can't blame her , he thought even though he was heartbroken. He searched from pillar to post but he knew he wouldn't find her or his piglets.
He wandered aimlessly. After a while, he bumped into some friends. Hey look at Mr. Professional, exclaimed one of them. They were playing some card game and invited him for a round of beer. The pig declined the offer and explained his reasons for it. He politely bid goodbye and walked back in search of his wife and kids .Greedy fucker , doesn't want to loosen his purse strings ! Thought his friends and continued with the game.The pig continued his search. He looked at his watch and panicked. He was already late to the slaughterhouse. He paused his search and ran as fast as he could but couldn't make it in time. The gate closed in his face. He would lose three days’ worth of wheat for absenteeism as per the slaughterhouse policy. He let out a loud cry of anguish.As this also violated the policy, The security dog promptly spanked the pig and chased it away.
Dejected, He ran to his parents' sty to seek help. He knocked on the door and his mother opened the door. She was glad to see her son. He narrated the entire story to his parents. His mother got up, walked into the kitchen and came back with a bowl of rice and offered it to him. You must be hungry, she said.The Pig finished his rice and excused himself to resume his search.His parents suggested he approach the police and seek help .He agreed and started to leave. He heard the door close behind him. He could overhear his father saying That greedy pig must have spent it on booze and whores.That's why his wife must have left him. Tears rolled down the pig's cheek. He wiped it down immediately. How shameful would it be if someone saw a grown pig cry!
The Pig sat down and thought about his options.He was never the one to make instinctive decisions.In one day, his life had turned upside down .He had never liked the cops and didn't want to approach them to report his missing family.They would all laugh and mock him. Just then ,he saw the elder pig's cart approach the intersection.It was driven by the security dog.The cart was loaded with rice and wheat. He counted the buckets ,there were ten of them. Maybe If steal three buckets from the cart , all my problems will be solved thought the pig .This was his moment. The cart was still at the intersection and if he moved swiftly, he could succeed. He ran as fast as he could and jumped on to the back of the cart. He had never seen so much grain in his life. It looked glorious in the sunshine. He stuck his head into the buckets and began enjoying himself.He emptied the first bucket and moved on to the second . Thudddddd ..!! The noise was deafening and it echoed around the neighborhood. The cart had halted and the security dog was on top of the pig with a rifle in his hand. The pig lay there lifeless. Blood rushed out of the pigs neck where the bullet had hit him.The security dog dragged the pigs body out of the cart . Greedy pig ! He said as he drove away from the spot.
6 comments:
Bayama irukku da.... But it is a pig eat pig world....
Adaptation of bicycle theif with mixture of real life incidents presented as a kids tale,for the growing and dreaming piglets....praeen' s panchatantra:-D
Adaptation of bicycle theif with mixture of real life incidents presented as a kids tale,for the growing and dreaming piglets....praeen' s panchatantra:-D
Yaswanth : That's the point.
Sathiya : FYI I haven't seen Bicycle thief yet :D
Great Article!
Followed!
Sad :(
But good story.
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