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U is for Udit Aka Adthalis - #A2Z2018

U is for the Udit Aka Adthalis - #A2Z2018

Mat noticed a child's Xylophone lying on the table alongside the fiddle used by the fiddler to play his tunes. The fiddler looked at Mat with amusement and said, "You know, I could have killed you and in fact, I should have. But the fiddler never forgets a man who feeds him. But now you leave me with no choice." Suddenly he brought out a small device. "I know you are carrying a gun Commodore. Don't try any tricks. I press this button and that boy you saw tied to the pole will go up in flames. If you would be so good as to hand over your gun to me," said the fiddler.

Mat hesitated and then saw the look in the fiddler's eye and realized he meant what he said. He pulled out the gun from his pocket and handed it over to the fiddler. The fiddler placed the gun on his lap. "I am not as old as I appear to be and I am quite strong as you probably know by now. But before you die I want to assure you that your granddaughter is safe. Her temperature will come back to normal tomorrow and she will wake up. Do you want to hear a story before you die? Just a nice bedtime story the fiddler tells you."

"I already know your story," said Mat, "and you are mistaken if you think you are getting out of here alive." 

"Tut, tut, who said anything about living Commodore?" said the fiddler, "Do you really believe that I have any wish to live? I have been on the run for thirty years. I am tired of running. The time has come to end it all. And I will take you with me. You only know what you have found out about me officially. There is a lot you don't know. And one can never know the full story unless one hears it from the horse's mouth."

Mat realized that the man was half out of his mind and was planning to kill him, the boy and finally take his own life. "Well, tell me your story if it amuses you," said Mat just to buy time and plan his next move. "Well, gladly Commodore," said the fiddler, "And as you say, telling you my story amuses me indeed. Well, I was born a Christian in the shanties of Dharavi in Mumbai. I don't remember when I was born. My mother's name was Jessica Hirathe. She was a prostitute. My mother never told me who my father was. She always called me Udit. 

Everyone else used to call me Adthalis though I never understood why. That was the only name I had till I was a young lad. Our house was visited by many men, some high, some low. They used to abuse my mother both physically and mentally. I grew up watching my mother suffer.

Sometimes they would abuse me too, but my mother would always protect me and I usually escaped. One day one of the men who visited our house killed my mother. Nobody reported the matter to the police and her body was quietly disposed off. I went to live with an uncle. This time around my mother was not there to protect me. My uncle did just as he pleased with me. He would regularly abuse me sexually. He used to share me with his friends on weekends. One day I stabbed him with a knife and ran away from his house," the fiddler paused, "Want to hear more Commodore? Do you have the stomach for it?"

Mat was nauseated and suddenly began feeling genuinely sorry for the man. "Go on," he said gently.

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


  1. Hmmm - the villain as victim. Well, although I don't feel sorry for him I like the back story you are revealing here.

  2. I like it when the bad guy has a motivation to act the way they do. Looking forward to hearing more from the Fiddler tomorrow, and hoping that Mat can still save the boy, and Karen and get out of it all alive!!

  3. I don't think I'll have even an iota of sympathy for such a vile creature. Mat better learn quickly.

  4. Well most victims grow up to be villains I guess. Looking forward to rest of the story. Will Mat save the boy?

  5. Seems Fiddler is a bad man made from his bad past. With this I really feel for the kids who belong to prostitutes in real cases. Life would be so tough for them, isn't it? And when being a prostitute in our country is illegal, no one bothers to report any crime happened with any prostitute. Pity!!


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Moving Over To New Blog

This is to inform my readers that from now on I will be posting only on my new blog Jai's Jottings. This blog will be gradually phased out.

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