Monday, November 30, 2009

Gilbert Gils

From: Gilsbert
To: Aapicer
Date: 11/27/2009

Dear Aapicer,
As my access card is broken, please issue me a new one.

Yours obidiently,
Gils

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert

Gilsbert,
How your access card broke?


From: Gilsbert
To: Aapicer

Dear Aapicer,
It fell on the road and Bus ran over it.

Respectfully Yours,
Gils

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert

Gilsbert,
Explain why it fell on the road.

From: Gilsbert
To: Aapicer

Dear Aapicer,
It was in my bag which fell on the road.

Yours Sincerely,
Gils

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert

Why your bag fell on the road.

From: Gilsbert
To: Aapicer

Dear Aapicer,
Yesterday I was carrying the bag when i fell down from bus. So the bag also fell down along with me.

Yours Faithfully,
Gils

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert

Why did you fell down?


Gilsbert mindvoice (!@#$%^&*()_+~) [Blogspot couldnt parse such foul language and replaces them with wild characters, as wild as Gilsbert]

From: Aapicer
To: Gilsbert
Date: 11/27/2009

Gilsbert,

Please explain why you were on leave yesterday.

Aapicer.


THIRUMBAVUM MUDHALLENTHAA....AVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV.....
Gilsbert faints.

P.S: Disci 1) Gilsbert bears no resemblence to any person awake or asleep
Disci 2) Aapicer ditto ditto ditto ditto ditto ditto ditto ditto...

Friday, November 27, 2009

26/11- (un)just another day..

People world over are reminded of eternal love when they think of the Taj, except some who still carry the torch of fraternal hate, burning their own houses in the process. The hotel burned like hot hell, this very same day, last year. Guess, the Taj hotel folks would have done some soul searching to rethink their operating mantra on being hospitable. I am sure sending their guests to hospitals didnt exactly figure in their scheme for hospitality.

Find the above lines sarcastic? Well..what else can one feel,watching the very guy, who killed so many compatriots of mine, in cold blood, with the entire world for witness, staying hale and healthy (36 Crores have been spent so far to keep him alive, as per TOI estimate) just a few kms away from where i am, in the very same city, where he let loose the carnage. I fail to understand what more proof our judiciary is looking for. May be they are searching for words to frame a "sentence" for him??!! This guy is not even a soldier but his act is nothing short of war. Except that he doesn't deserve to be treated like a POW.

Wat cud be more ironic that 26/11 falls during Thanksgiving!! Let me guess what and all things we should be thankful for. Being lucky to be alive?? That there has not been another attack YET?? I am not suggesting anything as a solution here..to do this or that and get a quick fix solution to this. But what irritates me to the core is that, when a crime is committed in front of whole world for witness, what the heck is the need to have all this drama??!! Saying all this, i used to be a person who was totally against capital punishment. I strongly believed that, no judiciary however unbiased it is, has any damn right to take anyones life. But given the situation i would mind throwing this guy to the victims. Let them take their pound of flesh. At times eye for eye makes sense.

~Angry Indian.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Jillunu oru kaathal kathai :) -2

"Ram..Ennada dress ithu..circus komaali mathiri..iniki oru naalachum decenta vara koodaatha"

"Amma..enga officekay naan itha thaan potundu poren..angeye onum solala..inga enna solla poraanga.."

"aama..pollathaa office..avanga thanni thelichi vitutaanga unna..ipidiye vantha naanga yaarum vara maatom..nee mattum thaan ponum"

"Amma..apdina ivan paadu jolly aaidum. Poitu ponna pudikalanu solitu odi vanthiruvaan..vitraatha" endraal Anu.

"vaadi..imsai arasi..eriayara neruppula petrola ootha readya vanthiruviye"

"erumai..unakaaga leave potutu vanthen paaru..enna solanum..poda poi ozhunga dress panitu vaa.."

"ammaa..ponnu.. ellaam enna kutham solrathulaye irunga....yen ma...intha galaatta panitruka..simpla oru coffe daylayo Barristalayo vachinda nanga pesi decide panika porom...intha kaalathula kuda ivlo formalities....unga kuda mudialamma..." endru munumunuthavaaray roomukul thirumba sendraan Ram.

Satru neram kazhithu..

"Raaaammm...seekram vaadaa..maapila kooda vandi eduthundu vanthaachu..inum enna alangaaram panitu iruka..onnu koravan mathiri sutha vendiathu..ila cinemakaari kanakka makeup..vacha kudumi edutha mottai"

"appapappaa...enna en ishtam pola dress panna vidunganna ketathaana..itho par..intha dresskum ethaachum kurai sonna..naan varavay ila. Neengalay poitu vaanga"

"Aamaaa..enaku thaan ponnu paaka porathu..paduthaama vaa. Appa padathuku namaskaaram pannia"

"athelaam unga pullyaandaan correcta pannirupaan..velila traffic jam aguthu maami..seekram kelambungo" endru anubudan miratinaar Mapillai.

"maaplai.. pora vazhila periammavaiyum pick up panitu ponum..maranthiraathengo"

"besha..mudhalla kelambungo..elarum..time aguthu"

Paathi thooram sendra pinbu
"endi Anu..gas off panneno..oru ettu poitu check panitu
vanthirlama" endru Anuvidam ragaisamaaga keta Ammavai muraithaal Anu.

"Amma..erkanavay athu musudu..etho adisayama vandi eduthindu vanthiruku..ipo reverse eduka sonna muraikum..pesaama vaa..ellam off paniruppa"endru athatinaal.

"Pora vazhila pullyar kovilaanda sitha niruthungo..thenga udaikanum..kaathalaye
nenachen..maarnthuten.."

"emma..apdi enna ulaga maga athisayam intha ponnunu thengalaam udaikara"

"mandu..avaalukaga onumilada..iniki chathurthi..ovoru chathurthiyum thenga udaikaratha venditruken..athaan"

****

"Vaango vaango..veedu kandupudikarathula onum praablum ilaye" endru vaasalil nindru
varavetraar.."naan thaan Gopalan..Canara bankla general managera iruken...ithula paiyan yaaru"

"Ithaan en paiyan" endru Ramai introduce seithu vaithaal avan Amma.

"paathiyaadi..enna paatha inum maaplai mathiri irukunu antha maama symbolica solrar" ednru ragasiyamaga Anuvin kaathil kisukisuthaar Mapillai.

"porum vazhiarthu..thodaichikongo" endraal Anu.

"Neenga enga velai paakrenu sonnel?" endru Ramai paarthu ketar Gopalan

"velaiya...naana..apdina" endru manathukul yosithavaray thirumbia Ramai muraithaal Anu.

Mindvoiceil "mokka podama ozhunga badil sollu" endru aval echarithathu avanuku ketathu.

"CTSla vela paakren..Banglorela project potrkanga..unga bank payroll project kooda naanga thaan handle panrom"

"oh appadia..besh besh..romba vasathia poachu.." endru sathaamaaga sirithar Gopalan. Konja nera conversationuku piragu.."Priya readyna kooptundu vaango" endru thiruvaai
malarantharulinaar.

"Hi.." endru punnagaithavaray Ram ethiril vanthamarnthaal Priya.

"Fotola paathatha vida differenta irukalay" endru manathirukul enniavaray punnagaithan Raam.

Viraivil elaarum group groupaga pesa thodanginar. Anu Ramai paarthu thalai asaika..badiluku Ramum thalai asaithaan.

"Nenga rendu perum thania pesarathunna poi pesitu vaango.."

Iruvarum balconyku sendranar.

"Sorrynga..." endraan Ram.

Viyapudan paarthaal Priya. "ethuku sorry?"

"ila..adutha konja nerathuku personalaana kelvigal ethachum keka vendi irukum. First first meet panra oru stranger kita ithelam share pannikara mathiriyaana situation..awkwardaana situationla"

"haha.athukena panrathu..arranged marriagela ithelaam common thanay..atleast ipovachum pesika vidranga..enga amma kaalathula athu kooda irunthirukathu"

"very true. Neengalum IT nu amma sonna..entha company and entha technology?"

"TCS and Mainframe"

"aahaa...nanum Mainframela thaanga kuppa kotitruken"

"sooper..id iruntha kudunga ethachum issue vantha ungaluku thalli vitruen"

"sure.." endru punnagaithaan Ram.

Neram ponathay theriaamal pesikondirunthanar iruvarum.

"Achcuho..ivlo neram aidicha..enna vitutu poida poranga enga veetla.."

"haha...en ungaluku thirumba poga vazhi teriatha"

"6 varushama Banglorelaye irunthu chennai suthama maranthay pochunga..jangiri jelabila charactersla ezhuthina boarda paakama..vidyaasama iruku"

"hahaha.."

"ungaluku banglore varathu okva.."

"hmm..chennai vitutu varathuku manasilla..unga project inum ethana naal anga?"

"enthu long termnga..but nanum chennai varathuku try panitu iruken.."

Halluku vanthu Ammaavidam kilambaalaam endru saigai seithaan Ram.

Pogum vazhiyil.."ennada..ponnu okva" endraal Anu.

"ok ilaamaya athana neram pesitrunthaangara.." endru check vaithaar mapillai.

"hmm..avanga enna solraangannu papom..apruma en decisiona solren.."

"aama ithu enna election resulta..athu kuda oray naalula solidranga"

"seri..avana compel panna venaam..avanga enna solrangannu than papomay" endraal Anu.

Lakshmi secretly told Anu to check with the gal's side in the evening to know their opinion. No on picked the call. The phone kept ringing. And soon the entire incident itself was forgotten.

"Apdi ennada sonna antha ponnu kitta..foney eduka matengaraanga" endru kindal seithaal Lakshmi.

"Avaltayum mokka potrupaan..antha ponnu ivan blade thaangaama bayanthu poitu vazhkaiye veruthu poirukum"

"Hullo....ithelaam ungalukkay konjam too mucha therila..enamo ivala vitta ennamo vera ponnay kedaika maattangara rangeku pesareenga!!"

"Jaathagathula jaladhosham thavira ella doshamum iruku. Ponnu kedaikrathay kashtam. Ithula ipidi porupilaama nadanthukita enna panrathu..kaalakaalathula...." athuku mela Periamma sonathu ethaiyum kaathil potu kolaamal headfonai maatikondu paatu ketka thodanginaan. Mella Umavin ninaivu vanthu marainthathu.

(Thodarum)

Friday, November 20, 2009

Noble cause

Bloggees..one of our blogmates Rat, has initiated this wonderful program to collect contributions to help Breast Cancer patients. She, along with her friends have decided to collect contributions (money..in kind.. anything possible) till Dec 22 and make it a christmas present for them. Please find the link to her blog as below.

Rat's blog

If interested you can drop in a mail to my id. I will share her account number details with you. In case if you've other plans apart from monetary contributions you can still write to me.

Email: Vidhyasankar.Ravindran@gmail.com

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Jillunu oru kaathal kathai :) -1

As a kid i had been warned
never to look at lightning directly..
But couldnt help it
when you showed up
Like a multicolored lightning..
burning your picture on my mind..
and blinding me with love.....

And they say
Lightning never strikes twice at the same place
Maybe my heart was an exception to that..
you were my sweetest dream
which stayed on with my eyes
even while open....

Like a mid afternoon breeze
you came into my life..
Life never looked rosier

You had the most talkative eyes..
They more than compensated for
your silence
by making a mess of mine

"Hey purushaa...ithoda continuation engada" endraal Uma.
"Adipaavi..itha engenthu edutha..and by the way... thanks for the mariaathai" endru aval kaiyil iruntha antha papera pidunga muyarchithaan Ram.
"haiii..avlo easya thara maaten...veedu clean panrachay kedaichuthu..unnoda "treasure box" dabbalenthu..aama ithenna...pullayaar suzhilaam potruka..deiveega Kaadhal?"
"cha cha..first first love panromay athaan pullyaar suzhi poatu start panlaamnu.."
"velangidichi...athennada most talkative eyes..kannu pesutha...so corny...if i can flake it..namma veetuku rendu masathuku corn flakeskaagum..hahaha"
"hmm...coming from you thats bigger than pulitzer.."
"vevevee...ipdilaam ice vacha nee ezhuthirukarathu nallarukunu sollvennu expect pannaatha"
"seri..athu kedakatumm..oru cup coffee kedaikumaada...semma tireda iruku"
"naan azhagaaa iruken sollu..coffee kedaikum"
"usuala poi sonna bojanam kedaikaathu solvanga..inga ultava iruku..aaah...killathaa"
"iru iru..coffeela phenol oothi kondu varen"
"oh..appo usuala podra coffe thaana inikum"
"poda..po neeye coffee potuko" endru kovathudan sofavil ukkanthaal Uma.
"achucho..chellam...kochikaathamaa..usuala podra antha brown color thiravam potu kududa...pleeeessee...pleeeeseeee..."
"appo kuda paaru..unaku kozhupu adanguthaanu..iru iru...sakkaraiku badila uppa kotti kondu varen"
"thankuda chellam"

Uma kitchenukul sendra pin..vegu neram varai antha letteraiye verithu paarthavaaru amarthirunthan Ram...antha kadithathin marupaguthiyai ninaithavaray.

"Then came the season of seperation
Now if one think about it..
has no rhyme or reason..
happiness stepped out when
ego stepped in..
neither did i budge
nor did you give in..

Time rolled away..
and we went seperate ways..
travelled too far..
there is no comeback..
still goin on
with the hope that...
our paths may cross oneday..
for
to meet and part is the way of life..
to part and meet is the hope of life"

"Enna dorai..deep thinkingla irukeenga.."
Uma's voice brought him back to present.
"hmm..athuva..nee poda pora coffeeya nenachu konjam bayama irunthichi...medical insurance number enannu yosichitrunthen"
"ithu mokka..nejatha sollu..enna prachana..un moonjiya paakaamalaye un mood ennanu solravaluku ithu kuda teriatha.."
"onumilada" Ram smiled..
"officela prachanaiya...yaarnu sollu potu thaliralam"
"hahaa..apdi evanaachum prachanai panna kandipa unkita solren..okva"
"pinna vera ennathukaga ipdi moojiye thooki vachikitu ukkanthiruntha"
"ada raama...onumilama...inoru vaati ithey kelviya keta..aprum naan coffee poda vendirukum.."
"enna prachanainu ketathuku kolai merattala.."Eeram" padam paathala..athula vara pei mathiri coffeeya vanthu unna pazhi vaanguven"
"aama ipo coffela aavi varuthu..apo aaviye coofeeya varum"
"mokka mokka..." endru thalaiyanaiyaal Uma avanai adikka muyarchikka adi vaanguvathu pol paasaangu seithavaaray avalai katti anaithaan Ram.

(ithu "U" rated blogngarathaala..rendu flower shake aagratha neengalay imagine panikunga)


"If anyone asks you to name few things which, would be/has been, available all throughout this planet...from time immemorial...the first thing to crop in anyone's mind would be... LOVE. The simplest and most commonest of 4 letter words, albeit the most complex one at that. But more often than not, like lightning is to rain, Love is to tears. Whether they are happy tears or sad ones..no bets on that. I personally feel, there must be some vein or something going deep from your tear gland to the heart. And whenever something happens which makes it aflutter or skip a beat..it directly activates the gland and the damn tears dam, "tears" open. Well..unlike most love stories ours started where most stories would end.
Here comes the tortoise coil...weaving through the memories....

(To be contiued)

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

The story of the trees

I complete 100 posts for this year :D :D and have always wanted to post some parable sort of a story. So here goes :)

Makkass..this is not my story. nejamavay ithu oru parable thaan. I just did the translation :)



Once there were 3 friendly trees in a dense forest. They were sharing their dreams amongst themselves as to what is their life time ambition.
The first tree said, "I want to be a treasure chest. I want to safeguard Gold, diamond and all the treasures of the world".
Second one said, " I want to be the ship of the king of kings, the all conquering emperor".
Last one had different idea. "I want to grow so tall, closer to heaven, that the Lord Himself should rest on me"

Soon, some lumberjacks came that side. They saw the first one and felt that it was too strong and thick and decided to make a treasure chest out of it. They saw the second one and felt since it had grown straight and tall, it would deem fit to build a ship out of it and decided to give it to the Navy. Both the trees felt so happy that their dreams were about to be realised. The moment the lumberjacks began cutting the third tree, it realised its dream was doomed.

After few days, the lumberjack who cut the first tree, decided against the treasure chest and made a wooden box to store cowdung and cattle fodder. The second one, instead of being made into a warship, became a small boat. The third tree was simply lying in a store room not being used at all. All the trees were heart broken.

One fine day, one pergnant woman, who was going to her village, unable to bear the pain, came to the cowshed on her way home, along with her husband. She gave birth to one cute looking kid. Unable to find a suitable place to keep the child, the kept it on the wooden box which was lying there. The box which dreamt of holding the treasures of the world, felt happy that, more than the treasures it was now providing haven to something more precious than all the treasures put together.

The tree which became boat, was once sailing on the high seas with lot of people on board. Suddenly there was a storm which threatened to capsize the boat. All the people aboard were terrified and fell at the feet of on Saintly figure who just stoof and waved his had towards the sea. The sea became quiet. The tree, then realised its hosting the King of Kings and felt that its ambition has been realised atlast.

One fine day, the third tree, which was all along, lying idle on the store room, was taken out. It saw one divine looking person, with peaceful eyes getting beaten on the streets. The people who were torturing him, made him carry that tree and they went up a hill. There they nailed that man to the tree itself. Still that man, prayed for their forgiveness and never uttered a word against them. The third tree realised, it was none other than Jesus Christ himself and felt so happy that its dream was also fullfilled.

So, all the trees realised their dreams..not in the way they wanted it ..but in the way God had destined for them. Guess it applies to us too. God doesnot fullfill all our wants..but definitely the good intentions behind them.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Thank you :)

Enatharumai blaag makkalay..parisal boatu vachu prayaanikara situationla irunthaalum...(aamaanga..blorela pei mazhaiyaam)...unga karisnathuku thalai vanangi Suresh thank u post poda solirukaaha...ikkada choodavum.

" My dear Bloggers : Thanks a lot for reading my 20 page story patiently and also providing your positive feedback. Those who have not read my first story, I would suggest to read that as well "Kanavu meipada Vendum" (Dream come true - a love story) in this same blog in August edition.

Trust me your comments and wishes motivates me a lot, many have wished me to write a book, I will for sure write one, but I am going to continue writing short stories and upload it in my blog. Yes, I am going to open my blog next month end. Gils will share my blog link with you all as soon I have it released. So I am sure you all will like it and will peep in there as well.

I am just realizing the fun about writing stories, not only it makes me feel good, it also inspires others and its a very good medium to share knowledge/philosophy and in the journey get good friends like you all :)

(Adhukullara ice vaika aarambichitaan parunga adutha kathaiku audience pudika..!! pozhaika terinja pulla)


It will be a sin if I don’t thank Gils for providing the opportunity to publish my stories in his blog & enabling me to have energetic, young reader base.

(Sathiyama merkoorapatta line naan add panleengo...venumna original mail proof vachiruken)

Thanks Gils & Thanks again for all your comments and wishes, keep Blogging"

Cheers - Suresh

Sunday, November 08, 2009

If i were a baby again...............

Ippo mattum grown up aatum irukenaanu kelvilaam kekapdaathu..Intha titlea neria blogla post paathen. So here's me with my kaantreebushan.

Kutti gils romba chamathunu kelvi. Adhigamaa yaraiyum paduthinathu illyaam. Ithu vaangi thaa athu vaangi thaanu imsa panathukuda kedayathaam. But sila vishyams kampalsary..like the rounds on cycle before my dad leaves for office. Everyday, before leaving for office on his Hercules cycle, he had to take me around our street for some rounds. Then only then the relieving order will be released from my checkpost :)

Whenever my dad goes for shopping for groceries, he used to carry me. And the shopkeeper was someone whom we had known for decades it seems, the owner being a very good friend of my grandpa. Whenever i goto that shop the owner used to give dry fruits in a pottalam and on the way back me and my dad both used to feed the pigeons. Needless to say i was a pampered child :) My dad never allowed me to walk and always carried me wherever he took me :) Infact i took more time than normal kids to walk properly :) nadakka vitta thaana :)

My mom always had a fancy for "Jibba" as the ideal dress for me (which continues to this date). She used to dress me up in pyjama jibba and in most of my baby snaps you can see me in this costume. My cousins used to tease, that i look like sonpapdi kaaran in that dress :)

I hated goodbyes. Whenever any guests came to our house i used to guard the doorstep with one kuchi not allowing them to leave. My paati always ensured my attention was elsewhere whenever she left. Illaati kuchiyaalaye adi uzhum. See how chamathu i am :D

I was least fond of toys and the only toy which held my interest were guns. Leo toys held sway at that time and the only ever toy which i remember asking my dad was the machine gun which made all those weird noises :) i never got one and my dad always remembered that.

Mahabaratham vantha timela broomstick kuchisla villu ambu senju enga veetu EB meter boardla Bulls eye varanju vachu i used to practice my archery skills :D Paathi thodappam ipdiye gaali pannathukaga..thodapathala udha vangatha kurai thaan.

Enga areala..night timela red color thuni porthi tricyclea Kulfi varum. Tingu tingu nu mani sound ketalay velila odipoiduven. But my parents were very strict. "kanda thannila senjirupanga" solli they never used to get me that. Banglore poi naan saapta first ice Kulfi thaan :D kekka aal ilaya.. poga vara saapatu item kulfi thaan :)


WOW..i never knew i remembered all this till i wrote this post :D ipdiye pona poorva jenma nyabgamlaam kooda vantirum nenakren. So me the istooppu here.

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Discover your Palace - concluded

That was too much for me, first of all I didn’t know who Sheetal is and over that blaming me for murder, I was hopping mad. Suddenly it struck me that Sheetal is one of the characters in my short love story where sheetal would die due to a dreadful disease. As I recollected the story and was about to confirm it with her, she showed me bunch of papers which she was hiding behind and said “why you didn’t tell in last 7 years that you are story writer” she asked. “Sorry great story writer” she adjusted.

“haha .. you scared me Sindhu” suddenly a girl’s name, with eyes red , that too murder..Ho man you made me really go wild for some time” I shared..
"Yes I purposely did it, wanted to make you understand how I felt.."
“What feel” I asked
“Why would you want to kill sheetal in the story, it was such a wonderful romantic story and why did you have to kill her, I was weeping and couldn’t digest that” she said.
I realized that Sindhu was cleaning the house as we had to shift the house sooner and that’s when she got my diary where I have written all my stories in my college days. I was laughing at her and said , all these stories I wrote when I was in college.
“But why didn’t you continue and told even once that you write stories”
“I have told you many times Sindhu may be you did not hear it, “Anyway after you came in to life nothing was interesting other than you, Sindhu” I said

“Don’t give all this dialogue, you are going to continue writing stories” She said.. You need to discover yourself Amit, she said.

It reminded me the OM teacher story and I realized that I was just focused on the spoon of oil and forgot to discover the palace.

“Lets see, first give me some water and snacks, I have to prepare for a press meet tomorrow” I said.
I was the product manager and had to address 10 – 15 press persons in Taj Residency to explain the school product that was implemented in UK successfully in 3 years and to showcase that and implement in India.

My mobile rang and my wife picked up and gave it to me. All I knew it was a bad news as sindhu’s face shrunk.

It took some time for me to digest. I never cried for a person whom I had never seen in my life. But that day I wept as I learnt from my friend that Vaishali madam’s son expired in a car accident in U.S”

He was in US for his higher studies and was later working in an s/w company there, so I didn’t get a chance to meet him nor bothered to look him in the photo when I went to their house in Chennai.But I was feeling bad for Vaishali madam, she is a great person.My product demo in Taj was to be telecasted in CNBC business news next night, but I was still in a shock state and couldn’t concentrate on it. Probably that was the irony of life the long awaited moment in life and I am not in a state of mind to enjoy it.

He came again and asked me
“Why are you sad?”

“You know why – who is this God ?” “Why does he want to punish Vaishali mam, for may be due to some previous birth deeds which she doesn’t even remember now”

“hmm – you are talking about karma. Forget about it, BTW who said God is punishing her”

“what else, she has been doing lot of services taking care of Orphan home and her son is now in pieces due to a car accident”

“But you have to thank God for the reason that he gradually took her son from her and not suddenly. He initially separated her miles away from her by sending him to US 6 years ago.
Now just imagine that he has gone further away to a place where she can’t reach him.”

“Ha it’s easy to see it that way, “I can’t even imagine this tragedy. Only a mother knows how hard it’s to loose her son whom she carried since he was formed in the embryo”

“I agree the loss of life is a tragedy and couldn’t be replaced”
“For your question of why?” I don’t know. Anyway let’s pray for his soul to rest in peace
And you need to tell Vaishali mam to look her son in all the 30 kids’ faces. Probably the bondage she had with her son needs to be tied with them now, he concluded.

It’s always never easy to meet somebody who just lost their son a month ago, I made a trip to Chennai exclusively to meet Vaishali mam. I went to my friends house Nikhil who stays nearby her place and got more details before I could go and meet her, I was so nervous but still made my mind and went to her house.

I expected her to become so weak and so dull face. But she was not as weak and dull as I expected. I walked in looking at her and said ‘I am sorry ma’m”
“Its ok Amit, it’s all happened and it’s all his game” she said pointing upwards.
I saw her son’s photo for the first time which was kept blown up with garland in the hall. Somehow I couldn’t resist tears in my eyes, I controlled to the core as I don’t want to trigger her to go in that mood. But my mouth did not listen to my thoughts and opened up “
“Of all the people why did God chose you to punish “I asked.


She looked at me and started tell me in a soothing voice, it reminded me the situation in the canteen where shared the oil-palace story by Paulo Coelho
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Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?
To this Arthur Ashe replied:
"The world over -- 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis,500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, and 5000 reach the grand slam,50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,When I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'.
And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?' "

"Happiness keeps you Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrow keeps you Human,
Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith & Attitude Keeps you going...

“Wise Woman” is what I could think of after this. She has become my friend, philosopher and guide. Our bondage became stronger after this.
Life become normal after, on a Friday night, Sindhu was planning to make a trip to her uncle’s house in DRDO colony
“ Why?” I asked “we have gone only once there after our marriage I am not so comfortable” I said.
I have given my uncle all your stories as his friend is a chief editor in ROOPA publishers.
“So you mean they are going to evaluate my stories to publish in their magazines?” I asked
“precisely” she said.
I have already spoken to him , he already called his friend to review the stories and give his feedback tomorrow.
We all went to his house on Saturday. Her uncle was saying that his friend may publish my short stories in the monthly magazine called “Youth thirst” which is similar to Readers digest. As I had collection of small stories approximately 15, he said they would select best 12 and release it throughout the year, “You will be even getting paid for that,” his uncle said but please write more stories for next year’s edition he said and called his friend.
He gave me the phone after letting him know that I had come to his house.

“Hi Amit, this is Nitesh here. I have read your stories, I had refined them . The stories are really good, most importantly many of them are mind awakening, though initially I thought of publishing your stories every month in our magazine, we are planning to publish it as a separate book itself, collection of short stories like the one R.K. Narayan book”

Some how the comparison of my stories with Readers digest and R K Narayan made me have goose pimples.

“Ok Amit, can you suggest a name for the book, we will do the compilation have the proof read done by next week and you can sign the book and the agreement and we can send it for printing”
It was all like a dream.

The phone was kept in the speaker phone every one looked at me to suggest a name for the book, home, and my presence of mind helped me as usual “how about COCKTAIL” I suggested
Sindhu’s uncle nodded his head, Sindhu was not quite convinced, but nitesh instantly replied “Cocktail – cool it really suits well, it’s a collection of variety of stories”
And since the target audience is youth I think cock tail is very good, OK we will decide it by this weekend if you don’t get any other names.
Please call me some time next week to remind me.

In 8 months time, Cocktail was released and was available in many places like landmark. I was told that 1000 copies were sold in the 4 months. Which is a great number for a first time writer, probably the title was very catchy.

It was a long weekend and also it was my parents wedding anniversary day that Saturday so we all planned to visit them in Chennai. I was in the railway station in Higginbotham. A lady in late 30’s was asking the sales man if they have the book “cocktail”
I was stunned to see a customer buying my book, to my disappointment the sales man asked the author name and after fondling with the computer for 5 minutes he said “no book with that name ma’m.”

I went to the lady and said “Please take this book mam”
She looked at me strangely and said “No, its ok thanks , I will get it from other book outlets” she hesitated.
“Please take it mam I have more than 100 copies with me”
“What, why?” she gave a much stranger look
“I wrote this book” I said
“AMit…. Amit Kumar……….. Sharma…..” She asked
“Yes I am “ I replied modestly.
She grabbed the book from me and opened the first page candidly to have a glimpse at the book. My photo was printed in the front page and she was happy to confirm that it was me”

She said “thank youuu sooooo much.. I am so lucky to get the book from the author itself….”

She took her handbag to take money
“what are you doing” I asked.. no this book is worth 100 rupees she said in a low tone..
“that’s my gift to you” I said and gave my card..
“If you want to pay me. Please write your feedback to this email id” I said
She said thanks again, gave her card and vanished to catch her train.
I saw her and it was written “Dr Sheela- DGO “ – Wockhard Hospitals.
I was priceless to see her thrilled on getting the book.

Sindhu, my daughter Nisha and I got in to the train. While Sindhu went to make nisha sleep in the lower birth, I stood near the door to enjoy the site seeing.. the train was picking up fast and I saw the moon following us. The moon was shining as bright as it was I could remember 7 years back when I lost my first job almost the same day as I could recollect accurately it was my parents wedding anniversary day.

He came again and asked “so exactly 7 years over. So all the boons that god gave you are in to reality” he asked

“I lost the paper” I said
“my question is did you realize the boon. Forget about the paper”
“ I recollected all the 3 boons, a great business man . a great writer & service to mankind”

I have been in CNBC news the other day for my product, my stories are now published and hence I replied “almost yes”. I said.
But though I wrote the stories, it was my wife who took all the pain to have it visible to the outside world and have me recognized.
I said did the boon was realized never said that god will himself come and full fill. Your wife was the medium. he said

“What if God comes and asks you for 3 more boons “he asked
I smiled and replied “nothing”
“What” he asked again
“’nothing, I am content, I am happy with what I have, I am married to the girl whom I loved, I have a beautiful daughter, I am in a good company, I have rediscovered myself – writing stories”
“Good – you have realized yourself, so does that mean all your 3 boons are fulfilled?” he asked
the first 2 boon is a form of luck where my effort and opportunity was met, for my 3rd boon I had to take the initiative as the boon I asked for is “ I have to do service to mankind”, the boon itself derives my efforts as it’s a service. So I feel ashamed that I have not done that yet” I said
“Don’t feel ashamed – you already have the opportunity all you have to do is take efforts he said.
But where? I asked.
Your mentor - Viashali mam – orphan home – he said –

“cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”
Another train in the opposite direction crossed by with a sound horn……….
My inner voice subsided while I went to the upper berth to sleep.
I looked at Sindhu and Nisha sleeping in the lower birth –

My inner voice came again and said
“Life atlast nail downs to a few key moments, life goes on, but be shrewd enough to make the most of it, listen to your dreams, live every moment and most importatnly don’t spill the oil” he concluded”
The words of my inner voice kept echoing
“Your mentor - Viashali mam – orphan home”
“Listen to your dreams, but don’t spill the oil”

I closed my eyes to discover other places of my palace.
Discover Your Palace .

Friday, November 06, 2009

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Its such a delight to connect with you all folks which is only outweighed by the eagerness to meet you all in person :) Keep rockin folks.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Discover your Palace -4

We both spoke for more than an hour and went to sleep I woke up late in the morning. I decided to have Breakfast; I liked the puttu with banana. Almost all the dishes have banana or coconut involved, I like the taste though. Somehow I started liking the place and the mallu people. I went out for a stroll into all the small lanes around the place. There were some beautiful houses and could see only oldies enjoy their life sitting in an easy chair outside the house in the lawn. Very few houses had children. All I know was Mallus don’t stay at their home town, they go outside Kerala to make a living and build good houses and settle in the native after retirement. There is a saying Mallus are found even in Mars.

I sneaked through the slope areas and saw few older kids playing cricket in a small ground in the midst of coconut trees. I was watching them play and got tempted to ask them if I could join. Endhaa Tamilaaa ? One boy asked. I said “yes” ‘Ok join that team most of them are tamilians in that team’ he said. I was enjoying the game while my mobile beeped “Please have lunch ;) “Sindhu SMS, I ignored and was immersed in the game Unfortunately our team lost and the boys stated shouting
"hey Kerala won... Tamilnadu lost…"
I said “Hey I am from Bangalore”
They shouted again “hey Karnataka lost…”
The time was almost 2 and I rushed to get an auto to reach the lodge and I went to the lodge and ordered a mini lunch. The rice were very big I got a “Vatha kulambu” papad, rasam curd rice, surprisingly no coconut and no banana, I had my lunch and was waiting outside, an auto came fast and I could see one hand popping out with green bangles waving at me “ Come fast ..Come fast. It was of course Sindhu – “Where are we going BTW” I asked.
“Surprise” she told. The Auto stopped in near a theatre- like place probably a porch tent we could say – I saw the poster outside Kamal Haasan starring Panchatantiram..
She looked at me to see my surprise. I was of course excited but not happy to watch this movie in such a theatre. “See your wish also full filled “you also watch movie I also go to my native – how is it? – actually she was excited wanting me to see excited”
Do these theatres have A/c.. DTS? I asked. Her face shrunk again and said. “Come lets go back – you can sleep in the lodge “
I some times feel that I need to have double filter in my mouth.. I said “sorry I was just pulling your legs” Brinda ran towards the ticket counter and came back with 3 tickets. We all enjoyed the movie. More than the movie, I enjoyed holding Sindhu’s hands.
She rushed back home and I was in the Volvo Bus sitting in the Aisle seat. Sindhu came with her father. I acted like a good boy got the bag from him and put in the upper shelf. Sindhus’ father without knowing that I am Sindhus friend who spent time with her , said thanks and told “konjam paathukoo” meaning take care .
I am ready to take care of her the whole life I said to myself and said sure maama .
While her father was getting down, Sindhu came to me and said as if she is talking to a stranger told me with different face
“Excuse me can you please move that’s my seat – window seat”
I pinched her hip and said “Yes mam”
She shouted due to the unexpected move of my mine “Budhu – my father still getting down – what if he had seen. that too in public"
So you are bothered about public and father and not the pinch – I spoke to myself.
“Hey did you have your dinner?” She asked in a very suspect tone
“Yes- why” I asked
“No, if you are hungry, you do all stupid things right, that’s why I wanted to confirm” She said
She turned to me and asked – BTW what did you say to my father “maama”
Yes maama means uncle “ I replied( it has another meaning father –in-law )
By the time her father came near the window and was telling all usual stuff. “take care, eat well. Sleep well” as if she doesn’t know.
The bus started moving and I waved to Sindhus father. She hit my hand and said “enough”
“we both were excited about the 2 day trip we had”
“I still can’t believe it, still feel like a dream, couldn’t imagine you in my native.” she said..
“BTW tell me about your family” She asked
“My father is a very cool person and my mom is bit short fused but my father knows all the techniques in the world to tackle her, my brother works in Mumbai in a mechanical company” I said
“Cool – interesting she said”
“How about your parents”, I asked as I know she is the only daughter
“its quite opposite to your parents, my mom is damn cool and father is bit moody but yes as all the women she knows how to handle her husband”

After a short conversation, we slept early as we had a hectic weekend and most importantly the Sunday night syndrome for IT folks had started.

Monday morning we both were surprised to see a mail in the office with the subject “Important announcement” It reminded Sindhu and myself the announcement in the previous company. We were praying so badly that the announcement should not be bad.
To our relief, the CEO & Seshank invited all the employees with a big smile and that indicated that the announcement is not that bad. We all had big cake and party as we had cracked a big deal in UK – a chain of schools.
It made me and Sindhu happier and while we were discussing about our weekend trip, Seshank called me – “Amit – 2 minutes”
I followed Seshank to his cubicle, “Buddy you are the project lead for this one and get your passport, you may need to fly next weekend to UK” he said.
I was so thrilled about my role and my trip and went running towards Sindhu to share the happy news. We both were already excited about the weekend trip and the sequences of good news made us to be in cloud nine. We decided to have a great lunch. Sindhu and I became very close after the trip.

My Visa, tickets all done, I need to take a late night flight on Friday. It was a mixed emotions first foreign trip but that also means separation from sindhu for 3 months. I took Sindhu to the pantry and was advising her the same way her father did while he was sending off the other day, some how the chemistry between us reached the peak that day. Either of us had to open it, I purposefully dragged it for I liked to enjoy that phase of life. Fortunately Sindhu broke the ice. She asked me to come to a café coffee day
I knew a lot can happen in a coffee day but didn’t expect this much
Amit “ I have told my parents about us” she said.
“about us – what” I asked
“Yes Amit I have told my parents about us” she reinstated
“Have you told everything – that also” I asked in a funny tone
She took my hand and twisted back side
“Very funny ….– I told my mom and she told my father and they kind of almost approved”
She said in a bit serious tone.
I looked at her eyes and she immediately asked a question which I never expected
“When are you marrying me?”
I knew this has to happen soon but never imagined she would be so fast.
“August 15th 2003” I said
“What?” She screamed
“Well, I will speak to my parents tonight they have come down from Chennai to send me off, I will give them 3 months time to think” I said
“What if they don’t agree” she asked
I held her hand and said “they are my parents” I said. She could see the commitment in my eyes.
Suddenly I felt everything is falling in place. I went home got ready and was on the way to the airport and in the taxi I told my parents about myself and Sindhu, my father was so cool to agree while my mom had some disagreement as Sindhu is from Kerala and we are from Tamilnadu. Three months passed by, my telephone bill probably would stand first in the project expenses and I am not sure if my project manager had budgeted it.
My mom kind of agreed as I counseled her all the 3 months when I was in UK.
Somehow both the sides agreed and we didn’t have a great hassle except for minor cultural difference raised by both the parents.
Sindhu’s parents came down to Chennai and we had an informal engagement. The custom at sindhu’s family is to have engagement at Guy’s side. We were finally engaged officially.

Sindhu was travelling to her native almost every weekend as she had to prepare for the marriage – shopping was the major factor. It was a Friday night. I dropped Sindhu in the bus stop to take her bus, after the bus moved, I suddenly felt very lonely, I also wanted to go to Irunjalaguda with her, though she had the same feeling she wouldn’t approve for it.
After her bus went I went to the same kallada travels fellow and learnt that in another 1 hour there is one bus to Trissur ,but disappointed to know that all seats were booked, after a long beg he agreed that he can have a seat near the driver but it would be uncomfortable but the price would be the same. I did not bother much about it and was happy to get a ticket. Since my cousin room was near by with whom I stayed, I went and got 2 sets of dresses in a bag and rushed back to catch the bus. I reached Trissur at 7 am Saturday morning and from there took another bus to reach Irunjalaguda in 1 hour. I checked-in at the same lodge where I had stayed the previous time and went to sleep as I had a tedious journey.
Sindhu called me 9 am “what are you doing? still sleeping – she asked”
“Yes – I replied “ - “Ok I will call you after, I may go out after some time she said and banged the phone.
I woke up at 11 am got ready and called her to know where is she and to give her a surprise visit

“Hi Good morning”
“Good afternoon sir” she replied
“So where are you?” I asked
“I am in a Nilgiris super market buying groceries for the month, I am a good girl after coming home got ready helped mom in the kitchen and come here- not like you sleeping till 11”
“Hey don’t tell me – you will repent later” I said
“I have no feelings – sorry” she replied.
“Ok which super market” – I asked
“Hmm – Nilgiris “
“Where is it” I asked
“Amit this is called kadalai, I will call you later I am busy in buying stuff”
“Hey why do you say this is kadalai – define kadalai” I asked
“Talking aimlessly to a girl is kadalai” she replied
“Ok you don’t have to tell where you are, I know it’s near the lodge where I stayed”
“Sorry boss, it’s just very near to my house” she said
I meanwhile got an Auto and told him to go to the place where she resides
“Are you outside? are you in auto?” she asked
“Yes am going to office some pending work “ I said
“What happened to your bike “ she said
“Ho yeah I had given it for service “ I said…
“Ok catch you later “she said and cut the phone.
I somehow located the Nilgiris super mark in 10 minutes and also located Sindhu.
She was buying vegetables; I kept my camera in mobile ready to catch her surprise in her face. I stood behind her and with different rough voice asked her “Are these tomatoes good?”
She replied “yes. They are!” in a soft tone without turning back. “How about the onions?” I asked again in the same tone, she hurriedly turned back to see who was that asking such strange questions.

As she turned back and looked at me with astonishing face, I took a snap.

“Hey ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,AMiiiii, how come ………..you are here….”
She couldn’t hold her breath,
Yes I wanted to give a surprise I said ..
“You naughty.., how did you come? When did you come? Where are you staying? ..so the auto sound was here.. That’s why you were asking me where am I? “She kept on talking to herself.
I explained her, the entire story and she insisted to visit her house, her mom came while we were talking and she was also surprised to see me and both of them pulled me to their house. Her Father too was surprised to see his daughter and wife who went to buy groceries coming back with his would-be son-in-law.
“Welcome Amit, how are you ? “ . “So what made you come here suddenly” he asked in a blunt way.
My presence of mind did help me there
“I am fine maama, Sindhu and myself wanted to take blessings of the Grandma after our engagement as she couldn’t make it to engagement” she was 87 and was almost bed-ridden. All of them got very impressed with my statement and Grandma was in tears after hearing me. Sindhu came near me and told “Periya Nadigan (great actor)”
We both took blessings and I had lunch and
His father started the conversation “I feel like I have seen you somewhere before” he said. “yes maama in our engagement” I said in a funny way with the fear that he may recollect that I was in the bus sitting next to Sindhu an year ago when he came to send her off.
“haha no son, before that itself , she said”
“Do you watch star movies uncle” I asked in a very jovial way
“Ho yes … why?”
Sindhu kicked my leg as were having lunch in the dining table without anybody noticing “don’t be so playful”. She whispered.
Somehow the topic got diverted and I was spared.

Left to lodge and took bus the same night to Bangalore. I informed my parents about the trip as they were in Chennai, they did not give much importance as they knew my bachelor life in Bangalore was coming to an end.

At last we got legally committed, yes Sindhu and I got married on Sep 3rd 2003.
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Sindhu shook me to get my thoughts back, and she said again said “ Sheetal” her red eyes was now better though. While I was slowly coming out of my flashback, I asked her who is Sheetal and what that name has to do with cheating her?

Yes “Sheetal – why did you kill her “She asked.

(To be continued)

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Discover your Palace -3

Sindhu joined a training center as a trainer for a minimal pay after our first company was closed. It was in the same year 2000, just couple of months after my first company was closed , I was able to get a job in a much better company – “Micro Media”,. Vaishali madam did not stop with the proverb but also gave a contact; Seshank who was my senior, probably another fan of her like me . She mentioned that I should go to meet him, he works in a big company in Bangalore and also he is very close to CEO. Lady luck was in my favor .
He was a product manager in the company. Seshank did his MBA in IIM , a very shrewd but amicable fellow, he seemed to be very close with the CEO for his Business strategies.

Seshank took me to his cabin where he explained the reason why they have recruited me.
“Amit, the plan is to diversify the business, he explained saying that software product development will be the niche business of the company going forward.

“How about School Information System” I suggested.
“Hmm “brilliant idea”, let me talk to the CEO, he already has few ideas. Seshank always believed “Action @ the speed of thought” , his brain works like a machine.

After 6 months in the company, I learnt that my idea was approved and this new product needed a pool of S/W Engineers and my aim to get Sindhu into the company was fulfilled.. I was very joyful, I couldn’t ask for anything else as I got my girl back in the same office. Though we both used to meet often in those 8 months gap, meeting Sindhu daily - getting a chance to look at her almost the whole day was unbounded joy for me.

Sindhu and I continued our chatting, but the scenario was different in this company, she was in a different team and we both were tied up with loads of work. But we would almost everyday try to have lunch together in the office canteen, if not; we will try to have dinner in some restaurant.

. It was a Thursday morning;
I went to her cubicle and said
“Shall we go to the latest Tamil Movie “Panchatantiram this weekend, I shall book the tickets”.
“Ho I am sorry… am going to my native”, she replied.
Sindhu used to travel at least once a month to her native Kerala, a small place called Irunjalaguda near Trissur
“Why can’t you go next weekend” I asked.
“Why can’t we go to the movie next weekend”, she retaliated
I starred at her and she smiled at me and told in a low tone “I have to go this weekend; I have some important stuff to close”.

“Are you getting engaged”, I asked, she looked at me sarcastically and said “I am already engaged”.

“Ok Shall I also come with you to your place”? I asked
“ho sure, that would be fun” but… where will you stay”
She asked in a child-like tone
“Why, your house can’t accommodate me?” I asked
“No, Amit, the situation in our house is different, we have an old Grandma, my father is very narrow minded, only mom is amicable, neither you nor my family would be comfortable, but we have some good lodges nearby”
I could see the excitement in her and the playful thought of mine became a reality, we boarded the train on Friday night the whole day of Friday was filled with dreams. One thing for sure Sindhu had some big plans as she was talking to her cousin over the phone at least once every hour. Our RAC tickets got confirmed and we started talking at 9 PM. We were talking and then talking and then talking, it was at 2 30 am one of the passengers got wild and screamed at us which made both of us to close our eyes. We reached Inrujalaguda at 7:45, am, her cousins Brinda and Sibu came to the station to receive us. While Sindhu went to her house with Brinda, Sibu helped me to check in to the lodge nearby and he too left saying “lets meet at 11 Amit- bye “.

In the lodge after drinking the typical Kerala chai, I was admiring the coconut trees through the windows, the lodge boys in lungis speaking sweet mallu language. I continued my sleep in the lodge , at around 11:30 am Sibu came and woke me up and told that Sindhu and Brinda are waiting in the car and ready to go to Valachaaru scenic water falls 80 KM from Irunjalaguda. I woke up and got ready in 20 minutes like a fast-forward cartoon character.

Sibu drove the car and I sat next to him in the front while Sindu and Brinda sat behind. I badly wanted to sit next to Sindhu. I suddenly had a plan – my presence of mind did help “I tend to sleep while travelling, I think it’s not safe for the driver” I said,. Brinda gave a smile and suggested we both could swap the seats; my plan worked and got to sit next to Sindhu. It was a sticky weather, I was sweating in spite of the A/c in the car”. It was a beautiful drive though. Every 15 minutes; we got to see the beautiful backwaters, thick plantation of coconut trees. I slowly asked Sindhu “So what did you tell your family”
We told the truth that we are going to vazachaar , “Did you tell the truth that I was also accompanying” . She was mum for a while and replied “no it was just that we did not tell that you are also accompanying but we did not tell any lie”
“Hiding a truth is also a lie” I argued. Her face shrunk. I cursed myself to spoil her mood in such a wonderful place.
We reached the place in no time; probably I was enjoying the site seeing that I was unable to track the time. All 4 got down and marched towards the Falls, the place was so beautiful, full of trees after which an open space with a beautiful lawn and that led to a big water fall . Suddenly as if somebody switched the weather to a romantic mode, it became cloudy, as we were approaching the falls it started drizzling. I went to Sindhu and said “this dress looks good on you”

“Thanks”
“Did you bring lunch” I tried to build a conversation
“Yes”
“Ho good what’s in it, I am very hungry I didn’t even have my breakfast”
“Coconut rice, curd rice”
“Can we eat now?”
“Your wish”
Her few word answers reflected the mood, I was unable to get out of that mood till I caught her hand and kissed all of a sudden. I didn’t know how I got the guts to do so, probably nobody around, romantic weather, and the slush sound of water falls.
She screamed slowly and asked me” what are you doing, Brinda and Sibu are just few feet away – what if they had turned and seen us”
“So she is bothered about their presence and not about my kiss” I spoke to myself
‘Sorry Sindhu somehow I felt like kissing you.”.
First, you please eat, I never thought you will behave so differently when you are hungry.
She opened the box and gave me the food while Brinda and Sibu walked to have a close look of the falls.
I then learnt from Sindhu that Sibu is Brinda’s boyfriend and not her cousin. I ate as if there is no tomorrow and Sindhu patiently served me the food in the plastic plate that they brought.
“I am sorry Sindhu”
“For what “ she asked
“Hmm for what I did few minutes ago”
“Ha – good that you didn’t bite me, you could have told me when we started itself, that you were hungry, I could have given you the food in the car“ she said.
After I finished my brunch, we both walked towards the falls and the rain started pouring heavily, it was a very open landscape and Sindhu likes getting drenched in the rain. I had to literally pull her to take shelter under the trees which were 1 KM from where we were.
By the time we reached, we both were completely drenched; I had shorts in my bag. so I changed to it,. While the rain stopped and sun was slightly peeping. She took her dupata and dried my hair and hers as well.
We sat down on the lawn, this time again I was so tempted and I pulled her hand and placed on my hand and cleaned her palm and look at it for a long while, Sindhu came closer and I kept on brushing and staring at her palm, after few minutes she asked – “so how many years will I live ? Will I have one or 2 kids? “
“I am happy only with 1 I said “
“What? – hello I am asking about myself” she said
“Who said I know palm reading, I liked your hand; was enjoying the softness” I said – She immediately pulled back her hand and said “ how many girls hand have you pulled like this to flirt ?” she asked.

“ Hmm Many – but not one had hand like yours” I said
“Ahahahaaaa – so to how many people you have told this dialogue “ she asked
“ only one and that’s you” I said
“She looked at me so deep at my eyes”
Brinda and Sibu came and interrupted our love scene. They all had their share of food while I was munching the banana chips.
At around 4:30 we left the place and I got dropped at 6 o clock at the lodge. I watched the Nat west series India England match in the night and slept in the lodge after having a long chat with Sindhu over mobile.” hello it’s roaming for both of us, lets cut it “
“ Why can’t you call from landline to my room number I asked – Ho no we don’t have cordless and appa is watching cricket match in the living room, I cant talk.”
That’s ok why can’t you call me at my lodge # and ask them to connect to my room at least I will be benefited right. No I don’t trust these lodge folks, they may overhear our chat.
“Hey what’s the plan tomorrow” I asked
“Tomorrow only Brinda and I will come at 2:00 PM”
“2PM what will I do till then, BTW why are you bringing Brinda” I asked
“Brinda is the trump card, I cant tell I am going alone, they will suspect, you can explore our sweet place till 2 PM” Parents will not like me going out when I come home visiting, today also I got scolding, but I told its Brinda’s treat for her B’day tomorrow”
Ho When is Brinda’s Bday –
Last month – ok CU good night , sweet dreams and *#@^ bye
Hello what did you say…?
“Nothing ...Bye”

Monday, November 02, 2009

Discover Your Palace - part 2

Mind awakening

Sleep eluded me that night, I couldn’t inform my parents either as it was their wedding anniversary and I didn’t want to spoil the mood on this day.
I remembered a Sardarji joke

Sardar 1 : Hey today is my parents wedding anniversary
Sardar 2: Hi Great – that’s fantastic, BTW is it your mother’s or father’s wedding day ?
Sardar 1 :- hmmmmmm – I think is both
Sardar 2 – Wowwwww!! What a coincidence yaar !!!!

Though I was laughing thinking about the joke, my sober mood was still on. More than the loss of job, the inability to meet Sindhu made me worry more. I was in the balcony after my dinner. The moon was shining like a snow ball on a blue blanket, stunningly bright as full moon was nearing, the clock struck 12 in the midnight.

It was then He asked me "what if God comes to you and gives you the liberty to ask for 3 boons".

"First of all I don’t believe in God secondly I am in not in a good mood for the game" I replied.

"BTW why always 3 why not 2, 1 or any number" I asked.

He started explaining me –
"Well, 3 is a great number- it has a great significance, our human cycle has 3 stages (Birth, life, and death) , the composure of a being is also 3 (Mind, body and soul), The vast span of time is split into 3 again – Past, Present and Future . Even in video games (3 life) ; in real life also we get 3 chances before we get sink in the well . May be 3 signifies the universe – creator, protector and destroyer Three denotes divine perfection..Ok coming back to the game, Are you sure you don’t want to play?" He asked

I love playing this game of writing in a small piece of paper and visiting it after 1 week, a month or so, since childhood. Though I was in no mood, the question was so gripping as it slowly sunk in to me, I always have the habit of visualizing the scenes (characteristic of a writer), it was really thrilling to imagine the so called GOD appearing before me and fulfilling my 3 boons, I agreed for to make it increasingly interesting.

"That’s the spirit Amit!! , I let you write it and we shall visit it after 7 years" he said.
"7 years!!!!" I exclaimed.
"Yes 7 years, lets play it now come on, you can continue admiring the moon after that"
I started writing them in the paper

1.) I want to be a great business man

2.) I want my grandmother back...

"Wait Amit, be sincere to your thoughts, I forgot to tell you the guidelines, the boon should obey the nature’s law"
"What do you mean by nature law?" I asked.
"Simple, you cannot ask for your dead Grand ma"
"Fine".. I revisited my second boon

2.) I want to become a great story writer

"Great..excellent" he acknowledged.

3.) And the third one “to serve the entire universe “

He giggled and said "I am sure God will immediately give you the 3rd one, for this would reduce his load. Well thanks for writing it, please keep it in the safety locker, you are allowed to visit it once in 3 months or 6 months, but you have to keep it back and we will start evaluating only after 7 years" he ordered.

I packed myself to Chennai and met my old friends to have some good time in the challenging phase of my life. With no job I was getting enough time to do whatever I want and do whomever I want to meet. But after a few days, I felt bored; I called up one of my friend who stays near to our OM prof - Vaishali. He invited to his house and so after a good meal at his place, we went out for a stroll, I enquired about the OM lecturer and he just pointed his finger to a house and said that’s her house
I was thrilled as I never knew that he stays so close by, without even listening what he wanted to say next, I opened the gate and knocked the door. The maid opened the door
"I want to meet Vaishali Madam" I said.
I was asked to sit in the sofa and after few minutes she came and I think she was the only person who grows younger by age, nobody would believe her age would be late 40s. She was looking at least 15 years younger and I was curious to know the secret.
I was so delighted when she asked " Hi Amit, how are you?" she still remembered my name after 2 years. She looked at my friend and said "Hi Nikhil", as they stay close by looks seemed like they meet often.

I spent enough time at her place, it was then I knew about her more and her family, her son works in U.S and her husband was into business and most of the time not around . She also runs a home for the orphans comprising 30 students and still growing. She is very active in the Orphanage even more than her actual work in college, Infact she has already applied for voluntary retirement to spend more time in the Orphan home as she wants to teach and look after these children. The Orphanage has been registered in the Limca world of records for an art done by the children which is as big as the school, the whole work was done by 30 children in 6 hours. I think they had done it to raise the funds.

A very positive person, talking to her boosted my energy levels. she enquired about me and understood my situation in few minutes and told me one small proverb which shook me up; It was not what she said but the positive energy - "if One door closes, the other opens"
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After 5 years..

Everybody was tense, My in-laws, my family, friends all are in Wockhart hospital Bangalore, I was walking up and down and had I done that on the road probably I would have reached Mysore.

The Doctor called me and all of them rushed and stood beside me, "She is fine pushing harder, in another 1 hour the baby should be out", she said.

Doctors did not allow me to get in, that’s strange for people in U.S, in India most hospitals are work this way. I kept on drinking water, in another just 45 minutes, the nurse came out with a baby, I saw the baby, nurse reiterated that it’s a girl and I touched the pink puny finger of her. For the first time, I felt that I am part of a great production, nothing is greater than life. I was crying, sweating & smiling. I enquired about my wife; nurse confirmed she is safe too. The nurse took the baby back and I took my mobile & called my parents, relatives, friends and whomever I know I had to share the wonderful news.

Days passed by with my daughter Nisha, she completed 2 years, and I always dreamt about her in the office, I used to call many times from office and talk to her and try to understand whatever she wanted to say. Whenever I returned home, both of us felt very happy as if we are meeting after long time. In simple words, my daughter was my world.

One day, as I was rushing back home after a pretended hectic day at office, my wife opened the door "you cheated me" she screamed as I entered the house.

"what??I cheated you??"
"Yes", she replied.
She was not kidding, I could see that her eyes were red and she had been crying at least for a good 30 minutes….
I made her sit on the sofa and tried to calm her down "what’s the problem" I slowly asked her,

"Sheetal" she said….. I asked her who is Sheetal and what that name has to do with cheating her?

Our landline phone rang, luckily it was my mother-in-law, I was sure the telephonic conversation was going to last for at least 30 minutes as usually my mother-in-law speaks about everything that has happened since that morning.

I took this opportunity to roll back my thoughts, I started scanning all my girl friends since my childhood, but every time I scanned my thoughts with "Sheetal" as the name I got the same result "no records found"

I widened my thoughts few years behind in a detailed manner to catch up with all little stuff that had happened to see if I could get any clues but the only name that kept coming back was Sindhu.


(To be continued...)