The curious life-incident of Maura

a01908a464101760328bd2bb8858e927All was well in the town of Aracott. The narrow streets were dingy and the buildings needed re-paint . Everyone was busy in doing their work when a deafening sound was heard and black smoke started was liberated from a window of a brick-red building at the end of the road.

The brick-red building was known as “Argles’s School for Younglings”. It had a dormitory at the back. The smoke ceased now but the Principal of Argle’s School for Younglings, Mrs. Argle Young entered the room and without even bothering to look for the culprit yelled, “Maura Isles what are you up to now?”Maura’s class teacher encouraged her to punish her severely. Mrs. Young yelled, “Why is it Maura, that whenever there is trouble it is caused by you?”

She went through the rest of the day. While returning back to her dormitory she wondered why her parents had died in a car crash andwhy had they left her a big fortune to be inherited when she would be eighteen,and not sooner? The fortune turned out to be more trouble than anyone had expected it to be. Mr. Patrick,a classic bankrupt villain, had often tried to seize the fortune. His failures had resulted in a three-year jail for him. That night she was very upset and in her desperation she prayed to God, “Oh! Why should I endure this miserable life? I wish my parents were alive. .The other kids get along so easily, why cannot I get to live an easy life like theirs? God! Please help me.”

Maura Isles, a twelve-year-old girl with fair complexion and blonde hair and enduring her miserable life day after day. The next day she woke up with sore eyes from all the crying the previous night. After dressing for school she looked in the mirror. Her eyeballs were nearly out of their
sockets and she only managed to utter three words, “Oh my God!” She did not see her reflection in the mirror; she saw Hope Martin’s reflection. After accepting that it was real she thought, “It’s amazing, but why Hope? I don’t want to be the ugliest, evil and annoying girl in the world.” With these thoughts she went to the class room and sat down at her place, but Mrs Candice laughed and said, “Hope, why are you sitting in Maura’s place? Have you forgotten your seat?” With embarrassment she passed the day and went to sleep in Hope’s bed that night.

The following day she woke up to find herself as Mrs Argle Young. The emotions were puzzled. She felt happy being the principal but she also worried about being the principal! She enjoyed the first half of the day- scolding the teachers and letting the students have fun. She als
o took a nap for a couple of hours in her air-conditioned office. When she woke up there was perfect silence. She was surprised and hurried outside to investigate and there he was standing, her worst nightmare. She screamed, “How can you be here? You are supposed to be in jail.” The man was surprised but replied, “How do you, Mrs Argle Young know about me? Whatever… I am looking for Maura Isles, have you seen her?” After she came back to her senses she saw that Mr Patrick has held the staff and students as hostages and was threatening them, “Do not try to act smart. I’m out for Maura and won’t leave until I have caught her. ” During his dramatic monologue, Maura had already started planning an escape. She said to him, “I know where Maura Isles is hiding and I would be glad to show you the place. She’s a nasty trouble-maker and we would love to get rid of the useless
orphan.” Everyone was astonished at this remark, nonetheless Mr Patrick grinned. Maura as Mrs Argle took him upstairs to the Principal’s office and said, “She is hiding in the washroom. You may go and deal with her. I’ll wait outside.” As soon as Mr Patrick entered the washroom, Maura bolted the door. Mr Patrick screamed, “What have you done? You lying old hag!”She did not have time to listen to the man bawl. She called the emergency number and lodged a complaint against him. The police soon arrived at the spot. When the policeman inquired about Mrs Argle, Maura came to him. But the policeman, Mr Andrew laughed and said, “It is true that he came to catch you, little Maura but I want to talk to Mrs Argle as I want a detailed statement so that I can put this prankster behind
bars for once and for all. At once Maura became conscious of her appearance. She rushed to her dormitory and stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection with a wide smile. She sighed with relief. Her appearance had changed back to Maura’s.

It took a couple of hours for the school to be back in order. The mess was cleaned, the desk was arranged, the bad guy was back in the lock up and Maura Isles was Maura Isles again.


Maura thanked God most dearly and remembered her parents. And now life could continue with its monotonous track. Though she had to keep an eye out for her mind-numbingly cunning enemy!

When relatives refuse to leave and its consequences!

         reletative          The clock struck five and the alarm blared out. Reluctantly I got up from my bed and covered the two feet between my comfortable bed and my unattractive study table, which I had freed from clutter, the same morning. I was pretty determined to make the best use of the evening and memorize every incident and date printed in my history book so that I could at least pass in tomorrow’s examination. I sat down on the uncomfortable chair and sniffed the scent of the stale pages of my course book. This was the evening to study for the examination as I had spent the weekend catching up my missed television shows. I picked up the three-hundred paged book, looked through the contents, and found the chapter on ‘Mauryan Empire’.

                And to ruin the perfect moment, my indifferent aunt and uncle called. To my utter shock my loquaciously loud aunt announced that they’d be arriving at my house in another ten minutes to meet my parents, who at the moment in reality were enjoying the action-packed movie in a nearby theater. My stingy aunt terminated the call before I could relate the situation and left me perplexed. Though usually I am quite excited at their arrivals as I come to know about family gossip, I was furious this time.

                And then they arrived, before the specified ten minutes, throwing me into a frenzy to put on a fresh shirt preferably a one without any food stains. Finally I answered the door and suddenly I was engulfed in my relative’s sweaty hugs and kisses all over my face. Reluctantly I led them in. Being overly informal, they preferred my bedroom rather than the drawing room. Within minutes my room turned into their personal living space. After offering them water and sweets, I retired to the kitchen to drink cold water and subside the growing anger inside me.

                Going back, I related the situation to them stressing on the fact that I had to study for my examination. Expressing a little disappointment over my parent’s absence, my aunt turned a deaf ear to my requests of studying and said that I could spare a little time to spend with my ‘lovable’ uncle and aunt. And what followed can only be expressed as ‘emotional blackmail’. I was desperate to leave her clutches.

                As the clock struck seven, I pleaded with my aunt to let me study. Half-heartedly she allowed me to do so and gladly scooped my study material and migrated to my parent’s bedroom. Hardly had I read the introduction of the chapter when my ignorant uncle came and switched on the television, put the cricket match on and turned the volume up pretty high, forcing me to exit the room.

                Hoping to find the living room empty, I was disappointed yet again. My aunt had decided to prepare lots of oily snacks in the kitchen, adjacent to the living room, while loudly humming ‘pre-historic‘ Hindi songs. I tried to bear it, but eventually I was fed up and I called up my parents who should have come back long ago. To make matters worse, my father had run into his childhood friend and they were now in a restaurant with him at a dinner party. This means that I was left alone to study for my examination while entertaining the guests.

                Since, I was left with no other option and finding the bathroom the only isolated and peaceful place I was forced to camp in there with my history books. Busy in their work, they soon forgot about my existence and I had finally achieved the quiet I had longed for the entire evening. I only have a faint idea of the time my parents took to return and forced my uncle and aunt to leave me alone to study in my room. After nearly four hours had passed since I had first sat at my table, I was back again. But as fate would have it, I fell asleep as I was exhausted from the activity filled evening.