A Story You May Not Like - Part I

[Spoiler: Part II climax beginning: They never met after that in their life... After all, how can Aravind meet someone who didn't exist in his world...]

Saravanan was in full terror. Everything had gone very wrong that day. Every gestures, every sign he got when he left home was bad. He was leaving to Bangalore from his native town Thanjavur. Every time he traveled, he would pray to the Gods and this time, when he prayed, the lamps got put out by the wind (from no where). He used to get wishes from his parents every time. That day, his father told, "Why do you have to prostrate every time? Leave this habit." Though he told that casually, Saravanan felt really bad and considered it as a bad sign.

To add to his despair, he had got the first seat behind the driver in the right side of the bus (in case you don't know, in case of an accident, the people sitting in the right side of the bus are more prone to much damage and people in the first row in the right side will be the first casualty in case if there is any). Something in his mind told that it is not advisable for him to travel that night. But he has already taken one day leave and he can not afford to take one more day. Though Saravanan does not believe in this kind of bullshit thinking, this day, he felt for sure that something wrong was in cooking...

The bus started and within an hour, the driver stopped the bus and got down. Saravanan didn't know what was happening. He thought, 'Wow... it is my luck... may be a tire is punctured.' But it didn't seem like that. There was some commotion happening outside and people were getting down to know what it was. He was shocked when he saw that the driver had got some kind of nervous breakdown and he was telling like 'I couldn't drive. I want to relax. Please give me some time' and was flailing his legs and hands. The passengers who had got down said, 'It is okay brother. Please take your time. Take rest every one hour'. Never in his life Saravanan has faced this kind of strong eerie signals.

Trying so hard to be cool, he got into the bus and the driver had come after some five minutes and started the bus. When Trichy should have been reached, the bus was still going somewhere outer and there was a sudden break. What the? The driver had found out that, he was driving in a wrong route for the past 15 minutes. Instead of taking Salem road, he had taken Madurai road. It had started raining. After a lot of struggle, the driver managed to take an U turn and reached Trichy. Though it was already late, the bus was not started for a long time. So, Saravanan inquired the conductor about the delay. The conductor told, "The wiper is missing. The driver has gone out to make arrangement".

It was not raining when Saravanan had left home, but now, it is raining and the bus does not have the wiper. 'Shall I get out of the bus and go by another bus?', Saravanan was asking himself. But he asked the conductor politely 'But brother, without the wiper, how can we travel in this rain?'. The conductor answered irritably, 'We have to go by whatever means and however the situation is'. Saravanan got really very nervous by this time and he was asking to himself, 'Should I call my father and tell this?'. He decided a big NO. He couldn't let his family be in terror and he definitely didn't want to terrify them and not let them sleep for the whole night.

But he wanted to talk to someone. This could quite possibly be the last night he was going to live. He didn't want to die in despair and hopelessness if it happens. So, he took out his mobile and called his room mate and one of his best friends, Aravind. Aravind's voice was not encouraging. He seemed disturbed and sad when he attended Saravanan's call. Saravanan told everything to Aravind. He told about all the wrong signs and how bad the situation is. Aravindh's voice became ever more worried and sadder, but still, he told Saravanan that 'Nothing will happen da. You wont die at least until you become an uncle (Saravanan's elder brother was going to become a father in a couple of months)'. They both laughed at this light joke.

Saravanan talked to Aravind for some 15 minutes and he cut the call. Saravanan felt much better, but Aravind didn't feel well. He wanted to talk to Saravanan. So, after 15 minutes of thinking and hesitation, he took out his mobile and dialed his number slowly. Thousands of stupid, sad, terrifying thoughts were running in his mind. When he pressed the green button, there was a moment of deafening silence. He started hearing the caller tune. The full caller tune was played and Saravanan didn't pick up the mobile.

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Express Love

Express Love - What is the first thought which came to your mind by reading the title? If you had thought that I was going to tell something about the express love which happens in the world (and that I would be scolding it back and forth with a lot of smoke coming out of my ears), then, I have to thank you that you have actually read some of my posts and have got a good (in the sense, accurate) opinion about this blog.

In fact, I have got some feedback from my friends that I am only good in scolding others/things. One of my friends told blatantly, "the only thing you know is to make fun of others and scold things. You don't know how and what to write about good things". I went through the pain of reading my past recent post in various blogs and concluded that 'he is right'. But this post has nothing to do with express love with express as an adjective (is it an adjective? Am I wrong?). It is just 'express' as a verb.

Suppose, I tell you that 'someone becomes very angry on a person', what would you think that the someone would do? As soon as possible and as much as possible, he/she would do everything in his/her power to show that he/she is angry on them. It could just be gestures, or shouting, or scowling, or in the worst case, breaking the things around them. Suppose, I tell you that 'someone loves another person very much'. The love here could mean the love between friends, husband-and-wife, father/mother to their children and vice versa, or people who are in love. What do you imagine first?




Among friends, you may imagine that they are going outside and simply talking? Or they are playing a game? Or what? Among husband-wife, the expressing of love may differ greatly on how long have they been married :). Among parent to their children, what can you imagine? Suppose a parent loves the son/daughter and if suppose the child is not a child but a grown up adult, how can you imagine them expressing their love? If the child is hurt, the parent will worry more than anyone else? You imagined like that? Or how? How can a grown up adult express his/her love of his/her parents and vice-versa? In either case, the people will not (or can not?) tell others that they love them.



If we want to imagine expressing anger, we can easily do it. If we want to imagine expressing love it is very difficult to imagine (of course, I understand that anger is universal and almost common for all kind of relationships and love differs), but still, expressing love is a very difficult thing. Am I right? This is the problem with me, actually, I wanted to express something else with this post, but the on-the-fly-junk has won the actual-junk and I think I will have to write another post to write what I actually wanted to write (three 'write' in one small sentence.. awkward right? :)) as the size of this post has already become big. seeYouSoon();

நான் புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு அஞ்சு காலு - சுருள் சுத்தும் நிகழ்வு

எப்பவும் போல வெட்டியா இருந்தப்ப ஒரு weekend la என் gTalk status messageஅ 'நான் புடிச்சமுயலுக்கு அஞ்சு காலு'னு வச்சுருந்தேன். என்ன (மகனாச்சேனு வேற வழி இல்லாம) மதிகுற வெகு சில பேருலஒருத்தரான என் அப்பா 'என்ன status message' னு கேட்டார். 'சும்மா வெட்டியாதாம்பா வச்சுருக்கேன்'னு நான் சொல்ல, 'வெட்டியா இருந்தாலும் ஒரு logic வேணாமா? at least "நீ புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு அஞ்சு காலுன்னு" சொன்னா கூட ஒரு logic இருக்கு' னுஅப்பா சொல்ல, 'என்ன குற்றம் கண்டீர் தந்தையே' னு நான் argumenta ஆரம்பிச்சேன்.

'நான் புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு மூணு காலுனா என்னனு தெரியுமா?'
'தெரியும் பா... பிடிவாதமா இருக்குறது தானே?'
'அதோட background story என்னனு தெரியுமா?'
'சத்தியமா தெரியாது :)'

So, என் தந்தை என்னை மொட்டை மாடிக்கு அழைத்து சென்று நிலா சோறு ஊட்டிவிட்டு சொல்ல வேண்டிய கதையை அப்படியே அந்த room லயே சொல்ல ஆரம்பித்தார்...

'முன்றொரு காலத்தில், ஒரு முனிவரிடம் சில சீடர்கள் இருந்தார்கள்... அவர்கள் காட்டிலே இருந்தார்கள்... தினமும் ஒரு சீடன் சென்று வேட்டையாடி உணவு கொண்டுவரவேண்டும்... எல்லாரும் சேர்ந்துதான் சாப்பிட ஆரம்பிக்க வேண்டும்... அப்புடி இருந்தபோது, ஒரு நாள் ஒரு சீடன் முயல் ஒன்றை வேட்டையாடி சமைத்து வைத்து மற்றவர்களுக்காக காத்திருந்தான்... அனால் அவனுக்கு ஆர்வத்தை கட்டுபடுத்த முடியாமல், முயலின் ஒரு காலை உண்டுவிட்டான்...

'எல்லாரும் வந்து சாப்பிட ஆரம்பிக்க போகும் போடு, ஒரு கால் குறைவதை கண்டுபிடித்தனர்... அவனிடன் 'ஏன் நீ நாங்கள் வருவதற்கு முன்பே சாபிடாய்?' என்று கேட்க, நம் நண்பர் என்ன சொல்லுவது என்று தெரியாமல் 'நான் சாப்பிடவில்லை... நான் புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு மூணு கால்தான் இருந்தது என்று சொன்னான்'. எத்தனையோ முறை கேட்டாலும், அவன் ஒரே பதில்தான் சொன்னான் "நான் புடிச்ச முயலுக்கு மூணு கால்". இதனால்தான் உன் status message logic கே இல்லாமல் இருக்கிறது ' என்று அப்பா முடித்தார்...

ச... இத்தன நாலா இது தெரியாம போச்சேன்னு feel பன்னி ஓடி போய் அம்மாகிட்ட கேட்டேன், 'அம்மா உனக்கு அந்த story தெரியும்மா?' னு... 'தெரியாது'னு அம்மா தெரியாம சொல்ல (சிக்கி விட்டார்கள் என்ற சந்தோசத்தில்) அம்மா கிட்ட அந்த மொக்கைய போட்டுட்டு யோசிச்சேன்... அம்மாவுக்கே தெரியலனா, நெறைய பேருக்கு கண்டிப்பா தெரியாதுன்னு... super da Amudha... blog ல மொக்க போட ஒரு topic கிடைச்சுதுன்னு cruel ஆ ஒரு சிரிப்பு சிரிச்சிகிட்டே blogger.com type பன்னி, ஒரு draft உருவாக்கினேன்...

பி.கு.: சுருள் சுத்தும் நிகழ்வு = Flashback னு நீங்கள் புரிந்துருபீர்கள் என்று நம்புகிறேன். நன்றி :)