short story-call by surrogacy

This is the story we laughed,laughed rolling here and there while my friend was doing editing work limiting for the contest to 300 words.I have never felt for copying code from my friend's program but I felt so expressive when a single letter 'a' is removed.

Motley coloured My Nation "Bharath" always bleeds with the wrong semantics of"Technological improvisation for Mankind benefit" and "Traditional etiquettes".If and If,donating blood and kidney stands as the icon of alms ,then why not "surrogate mother".

                      "Agara muthala eluthellam adhibhagavan ........",she can hear those strong broken Tamil verses of universal poet Thiruvalluvar  in the air.Though Hitler attracted Germany by his "law of attraction effect",SethaLakshmi is neither The Germany,nor a  horse-shoe magnet towards education.Sita dwells in the next door of so called school "anganvadi cum primary school".She dwelled with exumerant happiness ,as one amidst multi millionaire,nevertheless she has penny in her pocket.Counting the chickens,flaunting in the zephyr from thorn shrubs,milching cows,melting in the scorching heat are her hobbies,spent her max of time with non-living creatures,than with living beings.She is pampered in the cradle by mother God "Nature" .Alas,Time took sita in its wrist and landed up her  in the same world,under the same sky devoid of her biological mother .Her thesaurus is now devoid of syllable "Amma-Mother" . Her mom expired out of leukemia before been known by her family. Her maternal uncle and aunt started to monitor her as like Global positioning system. They desperately want to mark a fullstop for their duty as a guardian. They found a moderate guy for sethaLakshmi.Neither decided in heaven nor hell ,in nutshell sita’s universal life which could have been spread as banyan tree is limited by the fence,finally kesavan tied her  knot and Sita lost her degree of spinster.As like a complete Raymond man, Kesavan is a complete Indian man.Inspite of Kesav being in a mediocre clerk work in the village panchayat,they both lived happily  with love and lust.Evergreen leaves withered,autumn arose with tornado in their life.Kesav met with a horrible accident,which challenged his life.As Kesav and setha havent hailed from “riches”,setha is challenged with her  love.Setha rushed to General Hospital ,but she was in need of surpulous money for his Skull operation. Setha doesn’t want her love’s soul to fly in air. All approach she tried, got flunked. As a token of help doctors came up with an idea, rent -----------  , rent  her  womb.Not  for a day,a month,but for nine months.-“Surrogate Mother”.”Ignorance is bliss” ,hence prooved.Doctors explained her in detail,the pros and corns of surrogacy.She accepted- ,as she is desperately in need of hot cash,and it’s a legitimate task. Her love for him made her a” Mother-Surrogate Mother” ,proving a three dimensional view of love.She underwent surrogacy without the knowledge of Kesav, who is inhaling oxygen in ICU.He is been operated and he started to recover well.Once he recovered from turmoil,Sita told him what had happened,he perplexed as if 10000 watts power passed within him.Possessiveness started to take an aggressive figure in his mind.He asked her to go for abortion.For some mankind, brain controls heart  and for Him heart controls his brain.

                              Will Sita go for abortion? Along with this pressure ,she wants to carry a complement too ,villagers gossips and stab .Life is not a fairy tale ,only to write good things .This matter sparkled in panchayat ,sita denied to speak as she wants the matter to be escalated till it hits the voice of India. sita’s last lecture to her mankind  “My respectful husband, pls don’t take my love for granted, as no more I live in my past,Love should live in heart.When it crosses ,it turns to be lust,but crossed even more-to be a cannibalist.I rented my womb,to own my dear’s love,its of no use.Though he survives,my love is in air,flew in air. He is not meant to be mine,let me set him free with the word to hold my womb’s jeevan.I abide to be a true mankind –“Being human” at the end of the day.The moral of my story is love is humanity,humanity is love,my love went in air now,hence found amidst each mankind dwelling in mother earth.”Again a Sita-in Agnipariksha”,”Will Indian tradition surrender under surrogacy?”

                                 Flash news flashed nook and corners of India.Bhattacharjee and four more friends of mine rolled our eyes again with a hot cup of tea.