Creative Writing: Jobless Training

“.More companies went in closer. Many people were running jobless.” Jagan rubbed his plums. “Situation went out of control with in a few days.” Jagan rubbed his palms. “After,few days some workers started saying that the union leaders and volunteers were manipulating food articles. In our slum many families felt in tremendous condition. Some jobless people went to Gujarat some came to Mumbai and some went to other places.” He said in disappointed voice. “Then?” “People were mortified, they were distressed. One day fight broke up in union’s camp. Unemployed workers demanded more food articles. But it was impossible to satisfy them. Some workers beat volunteers. The camp went ravaged. Union decided to shut down the camp.” Jagan said. “ It

Help me!” The man didn’t look back and went off. It was 10 o’clock mornings at Kolkata. Jagan stood in front of the gate, for the rendezvous. The park was visible behind the colorless Iron Gate. It was almost empty. It was a normal phenomenon at the office time. Jagan pushed the gate and entered into the park. A dog was sleeping inside under a dilapidated statue. Jagan looked at the statue but he couldn’t recognize the man. The statue was almost covered with crow dung spots. The sleeping dog opened his eyes and saw Jagan. It seems the dog didn’t find merit to barking. He closed his eye again. The slider for the children was empty. One swing seat was broken off. The irons made off colored seats were vacant. No one was waiting on that side. It was a big compound. Jagan thought, lots of small boys and girls visit and play in the park in afternoon. Old men and women might visit for their regular walk. Must some ice-cream or balloon sellers wait outside of the gate for kids! But at that time it was a silent pice of land with some clam trees. Jagan looked another side. It was empty too. Suddenly his eyes fall on a bench under a tree. He found a girl was sitting on a seat at the corner of the park. She was young and sitting benumbed. Jagan looked at the girl. She flashed a questioned eye toward Jagan and removed immediately. The girl was wearing an inexpensive sari. Jagan walked to her but stopped. Jagan hesitated, thought for a minute and asked himself that whether he was doing right or wrong. Finally, he made his mind. The job was essential for him. Jagan started walking toward her. The girl became