Worsen the problem
/situation=add fuel to the
fire ; add fuel to the flame ;add
insult to injury
My write ups
Just don’t add fuel to the fire but also ensure to blow the
wind.
A short story – by Balayogi
Add fuel to the fire
There lived a family of four. The
father an over ambitious and operose [hard
working] man who believed his life was all about
toiling in the office till all his limbs forced him to coil up in bed and
slip into deep sleep. His wife in
contrast was hardly working but a heckling hebromaniac
[person with insanity featuring cheerful delusions] prone to very weird dreams and
decked herself according to her grandiose delusions at times as a queen , as a
model , as an actress etc. Their son was a lazy, ambition driven person fond of
adopting easy methods to fulfill his ambitions. Their daughter was a docile and
diligent girl. She led a normal human and more humane life of all the
four. She was the only one who swam
above the insanity of the family which was drowned in the deluge of duties,
delusions and dizzying and destructive desires. It was a typical family where
no one had either the time or thought for the other with Teflon relationships
where no one clinging onto anyone else with any sane bonding. However the
family was materially comfortable because the Father, thanks to his hard work,
was providing enough.
Suddenly
the father succumbed to Karoshi [the Japanese word
meaning death from overwork- from Japanese ka excess + ro labour + shi death ] . While day by day the mother had only more frequent
delirious bouts of all her evidentially-insecure
beliefs generating such powerful emotional attachments that she started believing she was a
real queen who needs to be attended by her servants and so kept ordering her
children to do things for her. The son was rarely present and even when present
hardly bothered about his mother. So, mostly the daughter was the hapless
victim.
Gradually the mother’s condition
deteriorated so much that pathologically her physic stopped responding to
either neuroleptics [medicine
reducing the intensity of brain nerve activity] or tranquilizers and psychologically she was beyond any curable
condition. One fine morning she succumbed to brain hemorrhage.
The
son became uneasy as the departure of both the parents and depletion of
financial resources disturbed his unexacting [easy going] lifestyle. He started getting grouty [bad tempered] day by day fretting and fuming. His proneness for short cut methods to
fulfill his ambitions led him to do a bank robbery and he was caught and
arrested.
The
poor girl, the only one who tried in vain to make everyone become a normal
human being and make that house into a home was left alone ruminating about the
loveless life of so many years and a lifeless living without any worthy
relationship or memories in that deserted house the only remains of a totally
disconnected family.
Even
this was a short lived luxury because to add fuel to the fire some bank
officials descended and served a notice to attach that house as her brother had
mortgaged it long back and has never repaid the loan.
Short
story by Balayogi
