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Friday 4 July, 2008
By  sohamswami   07:23 | 5/Mar/2008 |  10 Comment(s)
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THE RIFFU MASTER

The servant came to the king and said-Maharaj,a person wants to meet you urgently.The Raja said-Well,I am in no mood to see any body.Let him come at another time.

The servant said-Maharaj,he says that you shall be greatly benefited,if you meet him.The Raja was now curious.Well,well,now how a Maharaja can be benefited by this man.He asked the servant to bring  the man in.

Within few minutes a small,thin, balding man appeared with the servant.A very ordinary man in ordinary clothes.The Raja was very much surprised.The man bowed before him.The Raja asked-Why you wanted to meet me so urgently?

The man gave a wide smile.the Raja could see that few of the teeths are also missing.The Raja felt disgusted.The man said-Huzoor,I wanted a job.a job with you.The Raja got annoyed,These are not the best times for him.That godamn lady had abolished the Privy Purses.He now can not effort to keep as many staff as he wanted,as before.He declared hotily-No,no,I don’t have any job for you.Do not waste my time.The man said smiling-I can be of great help to you ,Sir.You need me.

The Raja got curious.He asked-What can you do?

The man bowed again and said-Maharaj,I am a Riffu Master.

 

The Raja was now very very annoyed,What this chap thinks-just because I do not have a kingdom now ,does it mean that I  will wear Riffued Clothes.He shouted –Sentry,throw this man out,How dare he suggest that I will wear  Riffued Clothes.Also give him a few slaps.

The man folded his palms,bowed and said-Huzoor,Huzoor,please listen to me,I do not riffu clothes but riffu sentences.

The Raja was most surprised-Riffuing sentences!He never heard anything liked that before.The man said –Sir you keep me for sometime to see the benefit.A salary of 1000 Rupee will be o.k.for me.the Raja thought –Let me see what is it..The man was officially appointed in his Durbar.

 

This Raja had one very bad habit.He was used to telling white lies and boost things beyond his means.When he had Kingdom,the people used to listen to all these Craps,without protests.but now since the Kingdom was taken away under  Abolition of Privy Purses by Mrs.Indira Gandhi,no body was willing to listen to him.His each boosting session generates a lot of booing from the audiences,now.

 

One day he was telling about his childhood days—When I was 10 yrs old,my father,gave me a real gun.I used to hunt with that gun and was an amazing Shooter.One day when I was roaming in the Garden,I saw a Tiger flying in the sky.I aimed and shot it.Where it fell had a lot of feathers around it’s body.The Listeners were disgusted.They started booing and shooing.Somebody shouted-- The king is a big lier.

 ---Suddenly the Riffu master got up.He said –Please listen,what king said is not lie.It was actually a Air Gun.An Eagle was carrying a Tiger cub as it’s prey.When the pellets hit it’s wing,It dropped the cub which died after falling.and the Eagles feather had shred and fallen as well around the cub.

The people were happy.They agreed -Yes,this can happen.

 

The Raja was more than happy.He found a gem in Riffu Master and doubled his salary.

 

Again on another day, the Raja was narrating his Shikar story—I went to jungle with a gun and sat on a Machan.Suddenly I saw one Tiger with two heads, two tails and eight legs.I shot immediately  when my bullet cut it like a saw into two equal  halves.Again there was chaos and people started throwing banana peels and rotten eggs at the King.They were shouting –Llier Raja,hai,hai.The Raja helplessly called-Riffu Master…!!

 

The Riffu Master got up and tried to calm the people---Listen,Please listen…er..actually the incident was like this…the Tigers raja saw were Siamese Twins joined in the middle.As the Raja fired the gun at them,the Bullet had hit one of the twins and it died.As in Siamese Twins,if one gets affected,the other will also be affected….the other Twin also died.Raja thought that Bullet sliced the peculiar Tiger apart.

People said-yes this is possible and they were happy.

The Raja became more confident now.He had Riffu Master ,a great Asset,with him.The Riffu Master’s pay was further increased.

 

Another day,the Raja started his story-I was in the Sundarban jungle to hunt a Tiger.As I saw the animal I fired.but it was a cunning Royal Bengal of Sundarban.It started running.The Bullet also followed it.The Tiger then started running around a tree.The Bullet also followed it.The Tiger thought it can not escape,So it ran and came on the Highway.The Bullet also followed .The traffic signal was Red.The Tiger being from jungle did not know the rules so jumped the Signal but the Bullet was civilized,hence,waiting for the signal to turn  green….

The People could not tolerate anymore…they started shouting and throwing rotten tomatoes,eggs and chappals at the white lier Raja.

 

The Raja cried out-Riffu Master…Riffu Master ..Please come and help me.The  Riffu Master was silent.The Raja got annoyed-Why are you not helping me this time?I will increase your salary further!-He asked.

 

The Riffu Master got up and with folded hand, bowed and said in a sweet voice-Maharaj,I am a Riffu Master…..I can only riffu a small hole…but Huzoor…I can not riffu a large gaping hole like this.

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