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Once upon a time...

               Often in our lives, we come across people, who aren't  connected to us in any way, yet, they leave an indelible mark on our psyches, making us look back with awe at the moments we shared this world with them. I vividly remember this man, who lived in the corner house on our street. Tall, well built, with a gruff voice and a stern demeanour. He had a scary look in those eyes of his, that resembled those of a tiger's. All of us kids agreed that  there was something sinister about that man, which made us keep our distance.
          We  were petrified of him, and his mere sight had us scurrying for cover!  Surprisingly, my father shared a good rapport with him. I often spotted him chatting with the man as he returned home from work. I remember how I would peep from behind the curtains, as I watched the two chit-chat, ensuring my presence was never detected. And, the moment father entered our front yard, I would rush out to lock the gate and bolt it securely, lest the 'devil incarnate' followed father inside and attacked us!
         Father rebuked us for letting our imagination run amok, but also found it hilarious! After hearing him out, I would retort, albeit  in a quivering voice, how there would come a day when he would know the true colours of Goliath (yes, that was the name we felt was suitable for him). This would trigger another bout of uproarious laughter from father. I would leave the room with a scowl on my face, leading to more laughter from him.
       Goliath  had a proclivity for the  'bottle', as  we grasped from the gossip sessions of the neighbourhood aunties.  We had no idea then what  was in that bottle that  turned him into a raving lunatic. For, we would often hear him mount a scurrilous attack on his  neighbours.  Either that, or render a  heartbreaking soliloquy, recounting the sorrowful journey of his life..
       His house was situated at quite a distance from ours, yet we heard him each time he so much as sneezed! You can imagine how we would quiver when he bellowed during those 'episodes'. Anyway, slowly and steadily, we all got accustomed to this 'monster'. Father did play a big role in helping us get over our fear of Goliath.
     Life, as we know it, has this uncanny habit of giving us jolts that shake us out of our slumber. One fine day, Goliath came over to our house with a box of sweets for the kids!  He spoke so sweetly, and  was on his best behaviour, it felt like a bolt from the blue!  We felt a bit relaxed around him as a result, and decided that he wasn't  a bad guy, just a tad different than the others (at our age, a box of sweets could move mountains!) So, we all decided to change the moniker we had christened him with. He was now our  'Santa'! We would greet him every time we ran into him, instead of running away; we spoke with him respectfully and life returned to normal - boringly normal.
      Until one day, we woke up to find a huge crowd gathered in our street. There was a deathly silence in spite of the crowd. Our curiosity knew no bounds and we rushed outdoors to find our mother standing in the front yard along with some other women. They were all whispering among themselves. We inched closer to find out what it was all about, when we heard a horrid piece of news. Our Santa had been found dead in his bedroom!
      We hadn't spotted him for a few days and hadn't given it much thought. He often disappeared for days on end. But, this time, it had been different. Apparently, he had ODed on the booze and had had a stroke. As he lived all by himself, there wasn't anyone who could have rushed him to a hospital. His next door neighbours smelt something rotting and tried breaking the door. The police was called and, on breaking open the door, had been aghast at the sight!
     I still remember how my heart thudded within my chest the entire day.  That night I couldn't sleep for a long time.  The man, his face, and the  deathly atmosphere of the day lurked in my mind for hours before I finally fell asleep in my mother's arms. I couldn't let go of those memories for long; in fact, I feared if I would never get over it all.  He was quite a character, that Goliath/Santa.  Even as I write about him today, his creepy visage comes to mind. I hope I am able to sleep tonight.


  1. Wow, what a story about that man you knew when you were a kid. So vivid! I could really picture him. How sad about his demise dying alone like that. Alcoholism is so awful how it destroys people. He sounds like he was a good man otherwise. Well written and described, Shilpa!

    1. Yes, Cat, he was a good man.
      Thank you so much! :) Your comments make my day! <3

  2. Whew! That was some scary memory you shared Shilpa! We often come across, seemingly rough individuals who have that 'don't come near me' attitude. Many a time though I think beneath that put-offing exterior they harbor a sad history that makes them the way they are. Well-written!

    1. Yes, Kala, I so agree with you on that. They really have a history that makes them all tough, lest they get hurt again.

  3. So much we don't know about people. Yes, we develop an initial impression based on looks and an occasional meeting but we never know what made them the way they are. What drove them to the bottle.
    And sadly, dying alone with Noone around to even help is something that I feel very strongly about... Partly because I fear it too,I guess

    1. It really is a sad state, dying alone. But, doc, please do not entertain such thoughts. Chin up, Roshan, I know you are made of sterner stuff!

  4. What a sad life to have - to die all alone, unloved and uncared for. He reminded me a little bit of Boo Radley from 'To Kill a Mockingbird' as also Amitabh Bachchan in Mili. Have you read the book/watched the film?

    1. Yes, Tulika, I have read the book and seen the movie Mili, too. It is indeed a sad situation to die alone. No one to care for you when you are alive,and no one to cry for you, when you are no more!

  5. I just read Tulika's comment, and I had the exact same feeling. I haven't seen Mili, but he did remind me of Boo Radley.


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