Time and again, there is always some kind of rumor about me that begins to circulate in all directions. Neither do I have a clue as to who spreads these fabrications, nor can I make an educated guess. I get the knowledge of these rumors concerning me from others whose inquisitive nature brings them to me. I am bombarded with unanswerable questions such as “what is the issue all about?” ”what is the reason for this bad atmosphere?” ”why did you do such a thing?” ”what is the solution for this complication?” ”how do you intend to get out of this quandary?” My initial reaction to these hoaxes is one of frightfulness-the whole city has some kind of perception about me of which even I have no idea. On top of that, a barrage of questions, how can I even possibly have an answer to these questions, when I am not associated with these rumors at any level of my existence?
Not more than a week ago, an abrupt mystifying silence began to dance in the city. People began to evade each other on streets. There was a strange climate of distrust and skepticism. This atmosphere had built up very gradually, and there seemed to be no apparent rationale for such an aura. I was pondering over this subject when out of the blue a known figure appeared in front of me and said that I was the reason for the deterioration of the city’s atmosphere.” I am the reason”- I was flabbergasted. How could I be the reason for this estranged and alienated climate of the city. I am a simple person who goes to office every day, run into exhaustion over the files till the evening, and come back home. Yes sometimes I do go to the marketplace to buy some vegetables, fruits, and sweets. I come back home, wash my hands and feet, have a cup of tea, and sit in the chair stationed at the verandah with the morning newspaper. That day when I was sitting in the verandah, the same man who gave me the news that I was the reason for the city’s strange atmosphere, came to me again.
“Brother, what are you saying?” “Yes”- he came close to me and spoke in a whispering tone, “everyone is talking about you”. ” Talking about me?”, I asked as I stood astonished. Then I asked “brother” how am I involved in this issue? “The talk of the town is that you are adamant on vacating the house and you have said it categorically in front of everyone”-the man replied in a very affirmative tone.”I have never said such a thing, and even if I did, what has it got to do with the strange silence of the city?” “You mean to say that this decision of yours has got nothing to do with the atmosphere of the city”-the man spoke in a rather hushed tone. “I have never talked to anyone regarding leaving my house, I don’t know who is spreading these rumors”- I expressed my dissent “and for god’s sake how on earth is the city affected by a decision made by an ordinary individual like me?” No sooner had I completed my punctuation of anguish, than the man apparently pounced at me with his words “what kind of a strange man are you, as a direct consequence of your decision, other people have got encouragement and are also planning to vacate their houses just as you who are living in the neighborhood of those people”, “ I don’t understand the rationale, why is my image being sabotaged“. “No” said the man “your image is not being tarnished, they think that you know the inside story, you are very well aware of what is to unfold”.