tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61687841062536487452024-03-06T09:03:26.028+05:30Compassion Unlimited from a TamizhanCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-28827929228243327672013-02-26T14:30:00.001+05:302013-02-26T14:32:52.305+05:30விட்டு விடு....Let It Go !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
விட்டு விடு !!<br />
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ஒரு காட்டாற்றை சொந்தமாக்க நினைத்தேன்<br />
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தவறு என்னுடையது தான்.<br />
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{ Rough Translation.....I wanted to own a Brook,,,mistake is mine }</div>
Compassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-63297871521152735192012-10-28T07:31:00.000+05:302012-10-28T07:31:33.213+05:30A Cuckoo s Feast<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>A DRAGON FLY ENJOYING THE SUN</b><br />
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<b>MOUTH WATERING </b><br />
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<b> A CUCKOO TOO IS INTENTLY WATCHING</b><br />
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<b>SHIFTED ITS POSITION AND WAITING</b><br />
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<b> EXPLORING OUT</b><br />
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<b>CAUGHT HIM</b><br />
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Sunday or no Sunday ,I go up to terrace to feed the crows, a habit of many years..The crows by now used to my this action perch up as soon as I open the door..Today two things happened ..Firstly I wanted to capture some moments with them on my camera..and oops not one crow was ready to grab the morsels of food I offer them...hmm...any how I placed the food and plonked myself to click away..after sometime one fella landed up and the second thing which happened..read on...
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<b>SUSPICIOUS...Hmm...At What I was holding in my hand...
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<b>What the Hell this guy is doing..crow looks asking
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<b>Anyhow let me go ahead with my Breakfast
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<b>As I lowered my camera and Looked up ::Whats this cat doing up on the Roof , I wonder
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<b>Aaha..Now I know why only one crow came for the rice I offer..there seems to be something for which they are waiting for..up there on the roof
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<b>Cat disturbed by Me..I wonder
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<b>Alert!!!Something in the Air !!Was it he ( the cat ) or they waiting for !!!
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<b>There he comes..my Breakfast, I almost heard the cat saying...
Suddenly I remembered ,this morning I didnt hear or see my friend Squirrel at all...oh that means our friends ..cat and the crows are wanting to feast on the squirrel..predators..should I feel sad or thats the law of nature..Hmm
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<b>Now the cat was saying "let me not Hurry "
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<b>Oh my ,where did he vanish ..cat seemed to say</b>
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<b>That instant, realising perhaps the Squirrel had slipped away, the second crow landed on my terrace for the leftover food</b>
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<b>Suddenly the cat looked up at me and seemed to say" Hey man, so you are cause for my distraction"</b>
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<b>Now ,what to do..the Breakfast seems to have slipped away</b>
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<b>Its all because of you</b>
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<b>What a Day, a Sunday at that..saying that the cat started moving away</b>
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<b>A good twenty minutes later, as if nothing ever happened that sunday morning..I found the Sqirrel back on the Tree..Breakfast with Berries..what a life
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They are lying on the steel wires, just like wooden planks which just got washed away, forming a human bridge to enable people to crawl over their bodies and cross the stream to safety<br />
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No one other than the indian armed forces has ever done, or will ever do, such a good job !!<br />
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Army jawans providing relief during the recent sikkim earthquake.<br />
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This has been forwarded by my cousin Raghu ,I couldnt resist but post this. This is my 50 th post and it couldnt be betterCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-40404561369727509192011-07-31T13:43:00.041+05:302011-08-01T14:08:07.631+05:30As the clock ticked away...Friday ,the 29th of july , we landed at IGI airport from Jammu. Time 4 PM. Since we had about 3 and a half hours in hand before our onward journey to Chennai , my son & my colleague wanted to make a quick dash to Sarojini market. So left to myself checked in & then my feet started moving towards the Cookie shop .Sometimes the Sweet tooth takes over the motor control of the brain ,I guess. Selecting a piece with a very high calorie content I settled in one of the chairs in the remote corner.<br />
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A Bomb disposal squad bus halted outside & Through the gate next to me, Jawans trooped in by dozens .About 10 jawans quickly cordoned off the Check in counters .Another group of jawans with Two trained dogs took position ,very close to me.I froze & my already opened mouth could not take the bite off the cookie though it was tantalisingly close .<br />
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GhanShyam ( GS )was his name & he looked around with all calmness. How could he. He was going near the most dangerous thing & that nature of his, simply was amazing, keeping his cool.In no time his four colleagues put on his special suit & finally a white cloth on his head before putting on the helmet & the Visor.With Small steps he was walking towards the box with all sort of Gadgets in his hand. He was scanning the suitcase with a handheld device & at the Same time from the cables which were running from his suit another team was connecting it to monitors & watching it intently. Some communication between them & Ghanshyam slowly started walking back & as soon he came close they removed his helmet & the white cloth was so wet with his sweat, they had to change it.<br />
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Next the the two trained dogs were taken to sniff the suitcase & for some reason they went close but sort of refused to sniff . It was strange I thought. Maybe out of disappointment ,the Jawans again wanted Ghanshyam to go to the suitcase ,with a some sort of xray machine . Maybe they suspected something which the dogs could not sniff. Again GS walked towards the suitcase & positioned the machine. He had to do that several times till the Jawan monitoring the Laptop could be happy with the images obtained. A senior jawan was monitoring the time &; he was looking a little tense . Perhaps he knew time was running out. I looked at my watch & it said 10 mts to Six. Would these guys normally program it to go off at fixed time like 6 or would they time it random.Again ,me the Sherlock was at work .<br />
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Anyhow ,now it looked like the diagnosis was complete & they were moving big steel boxes close to the suitcase ,slightly away from our sight. Suddenly I saw two senior officers rushing in & the jawans came to attention. From my NCC experience I knew one was a captain ,tall ,agile & every bit of his body telling that he was a highly trained Commando , stern but with a smile in his eyes. Avinash was his name.<br />
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He quickly went thru the diagnosis on the laptop & after quick exchanges with the Jawans ,looked at GS & gave him the thumbs up signal.<br />
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GS was handed over a long rope ,which he had to hook on the suitcase & tug it in to the steel trunk.Pin drop silence everywhere . He tugged once ,twice ,the suitcase wouldnt budge. All eyes on GS & Avinash . What next. With the same glint in his eyes Captain Avinash exchanged Quick glances with GS & rope was unhooked. GS was handed over a 6 feet pole with a hook.It meant he had to physically lift it up like fishing. It would be dangerous. Rope was at least 20 feet long,but now he would be much closer to the evil designs.<br />
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I waited for my son & colleague to return. But ,didnt know What to share with them!!Compassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-68587974180859116672011-07-06T13:40:00.014+05:302011-07-07T15:52:33.661+05:30a Raja & A Raja'sGenerally I am not into politics but being an Indian how can I not follow politics & get triggered by it. Oxymoron stuff !!<br /><br />Ours is a Strange country , full of Paradoxes which makes life a lot more interesting ,talking useless nothings.For we are Indians ,we take life as it comes & move on leaving everything to destiny ,if at all one such thing exists.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqV5w-icVuwldZJ1TZxv2pAD2TUu8tRSVAHxsBl1INd8JxdxEXcZtlU_gLwkUN5b0DMSfaeF8Srng-P40vHUopYClOPpr5bhGDlEpx6yqe02a9H9_zL5PCQzbMZ5IR1L0m1r26rjtoPc/s1600/Temple+1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikqV5w-icVuwldZJ1TZxv2pAD2TUu8tRSVAHxsBl1INd8JxdxEXcZtlU_gLwkUN5b0DMSfaeF8Srng-P40vHUopYClOPpr5bhGDlEpx6yqe02a9H9_zL5PCQzbMZ5IR1L0m1r26rjtoPc/s200/Temple+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626553485843141122" /></a><br /><br /><br />There is a Raja who sits on over One Lakh crore worth of treasure ,knowing fully well if it is transferred to Swiss bank none will know & for generations they simply have to have a laid back attitude & fooling people in the National game called Politics .But they chose to do business on Pepper & other such spices, since that was the directive given to them centuries back . <br /><br />And then there is A. Raja who knew exactly where the pile of One lakh crore was & ensured it was siphoned off to far away lands & himself lands in Tihar, perhaps for few days or months ,till the heat subsides ,for our focus will be turned away by our own Hyper active TRP driven channels ,many of which have been mouth pieces of many A Rajas & their Bosses.<br /><br />National debates on so called National channels will ensure the One lakh crore treasure ,which the "POOR " Raja has been safe gaurding for centuries, is Brought into the SAFE hands of Politicians who will ensure ,they are kept safe , but in Switzerland or in some obscure island .They will also get huge support from New fad of Candle light bearing brigade ,who will contribute more carbon to the atmosphere & add money to the coffer of candle manufacturers<br /><br />Let me conclude saying he is not a Raja but The Raja ,who safe guards public property as Public property.Hats off, Travancore Rajas<br /><br />long live India , mera Bharath mahanCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-76271281642743057392011-05-18T21:00:00.001+05:302011-05-18T21:04:43.799+05:30HmmmmWhen the Apple of the Eye becomes ones own Achilles heel..<strong></strong>Compassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-48147148395761094492011-03-13T10:36:00.001+05:302011-03-13T10:38:43.553+05:30TsunamiIts sad ,terribly sad..My son posted in his FB & I reproduce the same<br /><br /><br /> Tsunami is the name you gave... Bouncing Back is not new to you.... Then you did it alone but now the world is with you. Good Luck Japan<br /><br /> RAHUL S. GOPALCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-3638347142871917382011-02-01T14:39:00.006+05:302011-02-01T16:17:21.531+05:30Thavam :: the penanceThavamirinden Avalai meendum peruvadarkaga<br />Indru than puridadhu andha Izhappe oru Mayae endru<br />Thavamirundadhu Edarkaga ?<br /><br /><br />I was in penance to get her back<br />Just realised the loss itself was a Maya<br />What for was I doing the penanceCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-23506385239056165772010-12-25T16:55:00.008+05:302010-12-25T20:19:55.452+05:30Ninaipadaellam nadandhu vittaal : If wishes were horses !The anchor wanted her to berth,<br />The looming storm in the distant horizon<br />the adventurous she ,was getting carried away though<br />the anchor plunging down, suddenly felt the twang<br />The chain broke<br />perhaps rusted with assumptions, presumptions & taken for granted<br />He saw her moving away <br />Slowly settling down fathoms deep<br />He prayed for her ,to weather the storm <br /><br />TC<br /><br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-62274896797272188492010-11-12T10:54:00.030+05:302010-11-14T09:42:59.602+05:30The Ones That Flew Away From CU s NestNoted cartoonist R. K. Laxman once said he gets away from the pressures of cartooning by drawing the crow, which is his favourite bird. "The crow is an intelligent bird and Indian folklore is full of stories of the crow." <br />His is a sort of old obsession of the crow, mine too,perhaps to a limited extent.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84yVID-yjrz8ojBaUHdsLS0UsOB9FYdObAIhywsg7IsxaAL8AnX2CMozKWNEJQYUpJpBJglnMy6msljBoo26_ddYrbH-koUXllM_4Z9xq17-GkKc9QYVcsUMpAJkQwQYxVe_Zy-ePvoQ/s1600/House+of_Crows.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh84yVID-yjrz8ojBaUHdsLS0UsOB9FYdObAIhywsg7IsxaAL8AnX2CMozKWNEJQYUpJpBJglnMy6msljBoo26_ddYrbH-koUXllM_4Z9xq17-GkKc9QYVcsUMpAJkQwQYxVe_Zy-ePvoQ/s200/House+of_Crows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538591915410531842" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sitting by the window sill , looking at the lone tree & watching the crows was & is my past time.Near my house ,this tree used to be occupied by a pair.After the beautiful mating season when the time came to build the nest,the pair were very selective in the shape & size of the twigs.The selection of father crow (FC ) was not always perfect,the mother crow( MC )very choosy many a times ,discarded it .The job of building the nest to the critical requirement was always with MC and FC often used to be perched near by & going around the various branches & watching MC doing the intricate job.It was a pleasure to watch the nest being built.<br /> As the days advanced,with eggs in the nest & later after their hatching ,MC became very busy . But FC always around ,hopping from one branch to the other ,perhaps not knowing what to do. Wanting to contribute but not knowing how to !<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAdk_oLb51vIlHktW6r625AOZm5jqa6nYwosD_HDeA2AFY68lguRLLn-HtU-9TQylVNTWUQVAtdxu4QTflz7Yel3gW9numqS-iOfxKhqcUsPLBLIuytHzeQpqR0W4rXcIPhcfMHwR1Lk/s1600/Crow+in+her+nest.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAdk_oLb51vIlHktW6r625AOZm5jqa6nYwosD_HDeA2AFY68lguRLLn-HtU-9TQylVNTWUQVAtdxu4QTflz7Yel3gW9numqS-iOfxKhqcUsPLBLIuytHzeQpqR0W4rXcIPhcfMHwR1Lk/s200/Crow+in+her+nest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538594160397218578" /></a><br /><br /><br />This was very funny, I used to think. FC could definitely do many things.<br /><br />The two baby crows ( BC )were growing & the family seemed to be happy & contended. Then one morning ,as I was watching,a gypsy took a shot at the MC & she fell down the tree.It was heart breaking. A million crows from all over assembled & the db was extreme.FC was cawing almost endlessly.Once the gypsy vanished from the scene ,taking along the MC,the FC was still cawing & hopping around the nest not knowing how to take care of the BC,at least till their wings were strong enough.<br /><br /> I was very worried too, since I always knew the FC was an idiot, who never learnt. But strange is nature that FC soon took the role of ARDHA NAAREESHWARA, a perfect blend of a male /female, in this case a father & mother . The BC were growing & FC, for a change ,looked very busy taking care of them.Two other crows landed up to help,perhaps,grandparent crows.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzaei2aoCzdr2B0HaWHZFr_lOH5CRLr1fgsSM949dwjIU5_QYH4qi6Vr9OECnqFK07PbDDX8UEXWzdw7Ry9BdE3-Hub5_cfrncFVjIsIXeZds_AtsJlx3OijUInMaceKLc2RbND9W00U/s1600/2+baby+crows+%2526+FC.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmzaei2aoCzdr2B0HaWHZFr_lOH5CRLr1fgsSM949dwjIU5_QYH4qi6Vr9OECnqFK07PbDDX8UEXWzdw7Ry9BdE3-Hub5_cfrncFVjIsIXeZds_AtsJlx3OijUInMaceKLc2RbND9W00U/s200/2+baby+crows+%2526+FC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538593248221394610" /></a><br /><br /><br />And then one day ,the two BC were bold enough to jump out of the nest & then from the tree. They were learning to fly .FC was watching proudly. The nest was not going to be occupied by BC any longer. They started flying longer distances & perhaps to test the boundaries of a different kind. <br /><br />FC ,now all alone ,was as usual ,hopping around the branches,looking at the empty nest & not knowing what to do ! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kkwXOl15xOXRA9vGQg-A2EEkvVLdirBdsbRNZm9Nwjbfyv-Ngu2IJP9ZVrZR2CJegI8WrmUmdmIsmjwoVKwEBsK9WJ0a6SAm_RYjHJUpuSunt6Bhk4lbhGjUQcuwiKbFG6DdTJBYk6U/s1600/Lonely+crow.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8kkwXOl15xOXRA9vGQg-A2EEkvVLdirBdsbRNZm9Nwjbfyv-Ngu2IJP9ZVrZR2CJegI8WrmUmdmIsmjwoVKwEBsK9WJ0a6SAm_RYjHJUpuSunt6Bhk4lbhGjUQcuwiKbFG6DdTJBYk6U/s320/Lonely+crow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538583748925634834" /></a><br /><br />TC<br />CU<br /><br /><em><strong>My two sons have just recently left the shores of India for their higher studies, one to Rochester,NY other to Aberdeen,Scotland</strong></em>Compassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-13593596004235263292010-10-03T08:24:00.012+05:302010-10-03T10:50:30.457+05:30The Envelope.... A Solace ?<span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Are the beautiful moments of yesterday,<br />The only soothing envelope for today's Hurt ?<br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br />Often I had been faced by the Question ..WHY ME ...but then Anger is an outcome of Disappointment & Hurt an outcome of Expectation<br /><br />What I forgot in between was the Beautiful moments of past ,a reliving & that they could bring back happiness !!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The immediate Trigger for this post are due to the following lovely posts...My thanks to them<br /><br /><br />http://ksriranga.wordpress.com/2010/09/26/a-zen-story/<br />http://wwwscribblingsonthewall.blogspot.com/2010/10/re-construction.html<br /><br /></span><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-34297193174933746732010-05-20T08:24:00.011+05:302010-05-20T20:53:34.891+05:30Oh Laila !!As Laila decided to caress the shore<br />Going back in time, he sat there, wishing<br />She was not a silly coquette<br />Somewhere he felt ,its much better to have been used as a stepping stone<br /><br /><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-68732797797292535752010-01-31T18:53:00.007+05:302010-02-01T14:14:40.024+05:30Simple ,isnt it !!What is Ammas views now, asked Radhika<br /><br />It is the same dear. She is refusing to budge,answered,Radhikas father Pratap.<br />Radhikas face fell.<br /><br />They were on Video chat.Radhika in a far off country & Pratap in chennai.<br /><br />I will keep trying ,don't you worry.Pratap was trying to cheer Radhika.<br /><br />Pratap a successful finance professional, in Chennai& Revathi his wife.Radhika their only child,now a citizen of a different country, wanting her parents too to migrate for good.<br /><br />Radhi had sent the scanned copy of the Ad in their local newspapers,couple of weeks back.The rules for migration were very simple,it appeared.<br /><br />Both she & her ever doting father have been trying to persuade Revathi,in vain.Though,Revathi was a MSc in Biological Sciences ,a gold medalist at that,chose to remain a home maker.<br /><br />Pratap was at it it again..What do you say,Revathi. Today also Radhi was asking me.Why not we simply move.I don't think we can have any more happiness than being with our Doll.I have also had enough of my profession. This window for parents to migrate ,with citizenship, is just for three months.So we don't have much time left.We can always come to India once in a while to visit the temples which you are so fond of.<br /><br />Revathi just had her characteristic smile & said it could be the other way,visiting their daughter once in a while.She simply refused to budge. How could she ..<br /><br />That night as she was lying on the bed ,sleep deserted her & her thoughts rolled back in time..<br /><br />Revathis was an arranged marriage & they had a very peaceful family life till the usual social pressure & associated murmurs led them to the doorstep of gynae & then an IVF clinic.They were confident,it must be something minor,more to do with her extreme shyness. The usual tests on both of them & on the date of discussion only Revathi could make it since Pratap was delayed ,courtesy,a board meeting.<br /><br />Revathi,said the Doc,I have good & bad news for you.You are quite ok but Pratap is sterile. That was the gist, but fairly forthright,despite a verbose sermon,which was a necessity.It meant she could give birth to a child but perhaps with a seed from other unknown stranger.<br /><br />Take your time,Revathi, These are difficult decisions & perhaps irreversible,said the Docter in her soothing yet professional voice.<br /><br />A KUNTIan dilema was faced by her.She recollected the evening phone call her hubby had made to her,which in a nutshell exuded confidence that both of them were perfect but for her shyness.He had gone ahead even citing both their families had dozens of kids of all ages.She also fully realised how much Pratap wanted a baby & that too a girl.Besides he was a person who couldn't take disappointments easily,at his age.<br /><br />It was indeed difficult especially when she wanted to go through this without him knowing the details but only to satisfy him on the progeny...<br />it so happened that evening she went to a discourse where the Swamiji dwelving into philosophy of life came out saying nothing belongs to us in this world & whatever we think is ours is also not ours.<br /><br />That was it.she made up her mind. <br /><br />A deep breath,Revathi called the doc if she could go ahead merely with her consent,explaining briefly the dilemma faced. It was agreed she will go the IVF way but to keep everyone in loop satisfied,semen will be frozen & stored,though it would serve no purpose<br /><br />And finally, Radhika was born,Revathi as the biological mother& the father unknown..<br />Did it matter,perhaps no,but the Kunthian question remaining as an eternally unanswered issue.<br /><br />Time rolled by,the secret ,getting buried by the layers of time ,deep in her heart.A doting father,a brilliant kid in Radhika,was excelling in every aspect of life,academics & otherwise,finally landing her as a citizen of the supposedly most advanced country, full of opportunities,sponsored by the ,worlds biggest IT company.<br /><br />And now the fate was staring at their faces,in pressure building up on Revathi to migrate along with her hubby...<br /><br />She was worried ,very worried,for one of the condition put up by that country was to bring in only Biological parents,identified with the now famous DNA finger printing which would clearly establish the.....<br /><br />and she knew what that meant...<br /><br /><br /><br />TC<br /><br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-29463927259300119362009-01-23T20:37:00.000+05:302009-01-25T14:39:59.451+05:30...of a different kindIt was the month of March,and the place Atlantic city.For a guy from southern part of India,Rajamanikkam was already numb with the temperature being sub zero.The time 7 pm.He had come for a conference and found all the hotels near the convention centre just impossible ,for his company had given him a princely $40/day.The year 1985.He was guided to a motel & was assured there would be a free pick up from the motel to the convention centre.<br /><br />As he walked in ,he found an Indian face at the counter & felt very relieved.Mukesh ,as the guy at the counter called himself, was the owner ,receptionist & perhaps all in all of the motel.Pleasantries exchanged and Raja booked himself for 6 days & was led to the room by Mukesh,in his wheel chair.Raja wanted to sleep off but the time difference kept him awake. He walked down to the reception & Mukesh welcomed him with his trade mark smile.What started as a small talk soon drifted into all kinds of topics & they chatted away like long lost friends. Mukesh mentioned his wife,Parimal, was working in O'Briens and would be back by 2 AM & his only daughter Prerna, was 3 old years.It was close to midnight & Raja excused himself and hit the bed.<br /><br />Morning went off to the convention centre & spent the whole day there. The sheer size of everything in USA was sheer delight & he was awestruck. As he was returning back saw a huge hoarding which said: O'Briens,nothing to top this,everything topless :Evening as he was talking Mukesh ,he mentioned about this & wanted to know what O'Briens did.Mukesh replied it was one top class Bar cum restaurant housed in a famous casino.<br /><br />On the third evening it was Mukeshs birthday and evening he wanted Raja to join him.Parimal had taken off that day & they sat for a quiet dinner.By then all the three had bonded well as good friends,though they knew each other just for three days.Mukesh had fallen in love with Parimal but his family had rejected his idea of marriage to her,for they didnt approve the nature of her job. So he had walked out & got this motel as his share of family business.Parimal joked,:: We were thrown out,rejected & when mukesh was seriously injured in a pile up,the blame also came on to me. I am so damn lucky,you got it!! :: Prerna was very attached to Raja.<br /><br />Years started rolling at their own pace,Raja visiting USA every year,and became ANNA ( elder brother ) to Parimal.When Prerna turned 10 ,Mukesh & Parimal wanted to put her in a boarding school in India.After several rounds of discussion with Raja, decided to enroll her in a wonderful school in Kodaikanal. Raja obviously was the local guardian.Every six months Prerna was back in USA to her parents and everything appered fine. Meanwhile Parimal took over O'Brien & became very busy.<br /><br />Prernas Tamizh was as good as locals & she was part of Rajas family in every function and festival.One Diwali Prerna ddnt turn up at Rajas house & spent it in her schoolmates house. Later Raja came to know it was at Kulasekhara Pandians house & whose only son Adhitya Pandian was her schoolmate. The Pandians were one of the biggest business houses in Southern Tamizh Nadu.<br /> <br />Soon out of school and into college,Prerna shifted to Chennai. Adhitya & she continued to be in touch and love naturally bloomed. Raja kept Parimal & Mukesh informed of this,& they seemed to be quite happy about it & wanted their daughter to take her own decision.<br /><br />One fine day,Prerna sat across Raja .<br /><br />Prerna : Uncle I want to marry Adhitya.<br /><br />Raja : Thats a good news ma,Have you discussed this with Adhitya.<br /> <br /> Raja was worried that the Pandian family was too rich and they may be looking for family of equal status.<br /><br />Prerna : yes ,uncle, Adhitya has spoken to his family too and they have accepted his idea. <br /><br />Smart girl, Raja thought to himself <br /><br />Raja : Thats fine then, Lets break the great news to Mom &Dad .<br /><br />Prerna was silent & after few seconds said<br /><br />I have told Adhitya ,everything for me is my Uncle i.e you ,besides they may not accept what my Mom is doing back home..Sorry Uncle<br /><br />Raja was stunned..It was Rejection of a different kind<br /><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-65838091440052674702008-12-28T11:04:00.000+05:302008-12-29T07:58:26.673+05:30TRISHANKUIts going to be two years dear,whispered Akash into Aparnas ears.<br /><br />Hmm,thats going to be long time,its going to be one hell, missing you already.<br /><br />and Akash added::this time communication is going to be diffucult too,I am going up there,where its going to be 24 hours of duty.<br /><br />You mean facing our neighbours, Aparna asked<br /><br />Yes hun & its going to be CI,Counter Intelligence & so may have to move across the border too couple of times.<br /><br />She knew Akash was waiting for an opportunity like this & would have opted for this move.Without him it was going to be tough managing life.Even in Chennai,many a times Chats,SMS,off liners,and rare calls used to keep them going. Such was their situation.Akash was everything to her, always bringing cheer to her.In the same way,Aparna gave so much of balance & solace in the tough life he was leading.<br /><br />Dhruv was 3 years old and Aparajith just 1. Managing both was fun but demanding,but being a home maker she could handle it well.Akash always encouraged her to do higher studies and perhaps take up a job too. He had very high regard for her capabilities but Aparna was clear ,nothing ,till the younger one was 3 & ready for school.<br /><br />Akash went off to the border & time started moving at its own pace. So their communication was more of sms & calls rare. Being in operation Akash had strictly told her no calls from her & he would only call.And unfortunately due to the nature of his job,calls were tough to make.<br /><br />In those rare moments of togetherness on the phone,they just used to pour out. Akash was a very considerate human always giving his ears to Aparna ,listening to all her problems & of course give her enough encouragement to face life.Always his words were soothing & Aparna was relieved of all her tensions by merely talking to him.Their good morning sms with a lot of sweet nothings would run for few pages, if printed.These sms became a sort of addiction & a competition as to who would be the first to send morning sms !<br /><br />Meanwhile Aparna joined a school as a teacher & Aparajith was enrolled in the same school. Akash was happy for her & was sure this would give her the necessary diversion from the mundane life she was leading.She had also told him of her school being strict & it was no no for mobiles. She would always sms him after return from school, after 4 pm.<br /><br />It was 230 in the afternoon ,Akash's mobile rang ,call was from Aparna. He didn't pick it up as he was in a meeting. Second time, third time..Akash was worried .School time,still a call from her ! She wouldn't be calling repeatedly unless it was an emergency. He excused himself from the meeting & called back to her phone.<br /><br />A gruff voice was heard on the other side ::This is Aparna's husband speaking. What the hell you think you are doing man.I will bash you up......<br /><br />Akash switched off his mobile .Aparna had left behind her mobile that day at home & her hubby had gone through all the sms exchanges..<br /><br />Akash thought to himself about their relationship..Was it an Oasis in their life or they were just chasing a mirage of happiness....<br /><br /><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com79tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-15415361221114840472008-09-29T20:05:00.000+05:302008-10-01T11:49:51.281+05:30The Difference is...Suparna :I always wanted to ask you ,Rajesh,Is Mamallan your fathers name<br /><br />Rajesh Mamallan :Why do you ask that dear ? <br /><br />Suparna : I heard you South Indians generally carry your fathers names first alphabet as your initials <br /><br />Rajesh : Oh come on,you and your knowledge on South Indians,thats only with few communities...mine is...why dont you simply refer to google<br /><br />Suparna : come on show off,she retorted, Why dont you simply spell it out..(She loved that haughtiness of Rajesh )<br /><br />Rajesh : well it would say,Mamallan means a great wrestler and it would also say he built..<br /><br />and before Rajesh could complete Suparna could realise he belonged to the great family who built the famous...<br /><br />Suparna : you are a blue blooded rascal<br /><br />Both laughed at it and slowly moved towards their respective hostels. Suparna was being transferred to different city and would badly miss Rajesh's company.But she was not sure if he would miss her. Rajesh too was very fond of her and didnt know if he was in love with her.<br /><br />The weekend they wanted to be in each others company, and one thing led to the other and..<br /><br />Two days later Suparna was leaving and Rajesh dropped her off at the airport.<br /><br />Sms ,emails were keeping them in touch & one day Suparna called up Rajesh<br /><br />Suparna : Rajesh, doctor just now confirmed, I thought I should share it with you<br /><br />Rajesh : You should have been careful Suparna.You know all these are complicated.<br /><br />Even at his insensitive outburst Suparna was only enjoying his impulsive behaviour.<br /><br />Suparna : Now Rajesh, and before she could complete,<br /><br />Rajesh blurted it out : wash it off sweetheart<br /><br />It was a heart wrenching silence from Suparna<br /><br />After this incidence, though they were in touch , it was icy and still Suparna couldnt take her mind off him. Rajesh was married off in their traditional manner with another blue blood family.<br /><br />Years rolled by, Suparna moved over to London & Rajesh had a chance to pass by it.<br />Suparna invited him over for a dinner.Moving up in life in just 10 years time, she had bought a mansion of a house. Rajesh was taken aback by her affluence ,which he could never imagine despite his background.<br /><br />Relaxing in their sit out and catching up with old times and suddenly they found themselves relaxed,though not totally.<br /><br />Rajiv, come here and introduce yourself, Suparna suddenly exclaimed<br /><br />Good evening sir, I am Rajiv, after a pause, Rajiv Mamallan, said the young boy ,all of 10 years<br /><br />Rajeshs' jaw dropped<br /><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com133tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-16526332833231638712008-09-10T20:48:00.000+05:302008-10-01T12:13:14.720+05:30Varieties of Hues and a RainbowTHIS IS IN RESPONSE TO CEEDYS TAG OF ASKING ME TO WRITE A TAG OF A SHORT STORY ON COLOURS<br /><br />Kaushik knew he had hit the purple patch of his life.He had been offered the receptionist job in a prestigious multi divisional organisation.Manimeghalai alias Megha,his colleague, was soon his best friend turned into his fiancee and finally his wife .<br /><br />A happy life they were leading,Megha explaining the various hues of life so beautifully that even the colours of anger ,jealousy soon became colours to be appreciated.She used to joke what was life without a bit of jealousy or anger.Afterall they were like pickles in a multi course meal without which even the best of food would be insipid<br /><br />Kaushik could visualise each of them and together they used to laugh about the colours.Even though Pink & Gray were her favourite colours and his Blue & Brown,they realised that their favourites were shifting constantly like the Dancing dunes Of Jaisalmer.Perhaps, that was the moods of life, getting depicted.<br /><br />One day as Kaushik sat beside her & held her hands he knew soon her vibrant Rainbow VIBGYOR colours would merge as a white light and she would be gone.He also knew she faced it all with a smile and her only worry was leaving him to lead a life of his own.Her whispering words were the last he heard and she was gone in a moment.<br /><br /> 13 years later, on this 13th day of September,Kaushik sat wondering as to why Megha never told him about the colour of life he would be leading in his life,without her.<br /><br />TC<br />CU<br /> <em></em><strong></strong>Compassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-8080764225893568432008-08-07T20:10:00.000+05:302008-08-13T20:23:08.405+05:30KUMIKOHer blue eyes were amazingly beautiful.She was sitting there all alone in that corner table in what appeared to be a coffee shop right in midst of the huge department store.Perhaps she sensed my eyes were on her and gave a casual glance.Did I catch a smile ,I donno.I went past her,and I thought she was still smiling.<br /><br />I had left India,barely three weeks back,and had been appointed in this giant of a Japanese company.They had given me a lovely apartment ,facing the famous Lake Biwa. Being a specialist in Dioxin in the field of Environmental Engineering ,me getting this job was a cakewalk.I knew by Japanese yardstick,my job would be ,lifetime assured.<br /><br />Strange place,strange language and in spite of all these,I thought I belonged here.I fitted in there as a glove.The three weeks just flew off and today was the day when I decided to explore the neighbourhood,and where did I land.The girl with the blue eyes just drew my thoughts to her again & again.I wanted to walk away from that scene and did precisely that. A confirmed bachelor and at 38 never thought I will get attracted to a girl.She must be very young,not more than 20,what the heck! why is the thought going back to her.<br /><br />Being from a conservative family,hordes of relatives always at home,both from fathers side and mothers side,a perinial competiton,who brought in more relatives,often culminated in fights between Mom &Dad,left me peaceless.Sisters in law problems were overpowering too..All this made me disgusted to the extent I decided I will never marry.It had gone into the psyche too much.<br /><br />Back to the room,the disturbance caused by her Blue eyes was distracting me from everything I did.I was wondering if I would ever meet her again.The week passed by with Dioxin keeping me busy,but that saturday I wanted to go back to the deparment store.It was like old times,in younger days going to the temple on specific days and waiting for the heart throbs or crushes to appear ! Will she be there.<br /><br />I knew it .She would be there.Sitting on a corner seat just like the previous week.The red tops & blue jeans made her look ravishing.Her eyes met mine & this time I knew I had to say at least a Hi.In a typical Indians hesitating way I approached her and out came a feeble Hi.With her smile still there she offered me a seat.We spoke for sometime and this continued for some days.I decided ,I would invite her home.It took me one hell of an effort to utter those words:: Can I take you home? ;;<br />Again the smile,You have to ask mama san,pointing to the elderly lady taking care of the payment counter.By that time I had bought couple of things in the Deparment store,for which I had to pay up.So here was the oppurtunity I thought.As I stood at the counter, I built up a small conversation,& then finally asked mama san,if I could take her girl out.Mama san perhaps knew by this time about my fatal attraction,still kept a straight face and asked,Who Kumiko ? I answered yes. She became a little serious and said ,kumiko is a wonderful girl.Please take care of her.<br /><br />Surely mama san.She handed over the bill to me and I paid out.<br /><br />I was bubbling with joy and perhaps Kumiko too.Literally jumped across to her and told her we could move out of that place.Carrying all the packets,we walked across to the car and drove down home.<br /><br />The excitement of taking Kumiko was too much for me.Opened the door ,in the true chivalrous way made kumiko enter the house first.In my excitement I was not sure if she entered the house with her right leg in .Who cares,she is home.Closed the door behind.Told Kumiko to make herself comfortable,and dropped the packets in kitchen & in bed room.<br /><br />Kumiko had made herself comfortable on the couch.She was looking absolutely ravishing.The tug she gave me,when I went past her ,gave a hard knock on my Brahmacharyam,which I had religiously protected all these years.<br /><br />Kumiko : I am feeling a little exhausted honey.<br /><br />Me :: Dont worry sweetheart,when I am around,I will charge you up totally.Just give me few minutes.Lemme freshen up.<br /><br />In five minutes flat I was back to her,She looked a tired kitten.She wanted me next to her.Sat next to her,not knowing what to do next, held her hands.Surprisingly,it was slightly cold.Dont worry sweetheart,in just few seconds I will warm you up , I thought to myself.<br /><br />Me:: how do I go about it sweety, err ,Kumiko..As I told you ,this is my first time,you have to guide me<br /><br />Kumiko :: Just unbutton my blouse ,and dont waste time please.Her half closed eyes looked lovely.<br /><br />Me :: Easier said than done, I thought to myself as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse ,with unexplainable excitement.<br /><br />And there it was .....the control panel where I had to stick the electrical cord in to Charge her Exhausted batteries<br /><br />KUMIKO WAS AN EMOTIBOT ( A ROBOT WITH EMOTIONS ) WHO MIMICKED EVERY ACTION OF A HUMAN MINUS THE TICKLISH ISSUES OF LIFE ..AND BESIDES THEY COULD BE PROGRAMMED TO SUIT ONES LIKING TOO...It was year 2020,when more men & women wanted emotibot as lifetime companions devoid of tensions of & in life<br /><br /><br />( This story is dedicated to the wonderful writer Late Mr Sujatha )<br /><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com101tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-29304181363330854982008-07-30T20:09:00.000+05:302008-08-01T20:29:26.821+05:30The EveningThe placement section of the university had been busy and ensured all the kids got reasonably good jobs.<br /><br />Roshni,Ranjith,Sneha,Iliyas,Varadarajan &Jenny were the most popular and sought after in the placement interviews,not only because of their brilliance but also because of their talent.All through their Engineering ,it was always who the best all round performer was.This never divided them but brought them closer.<br /><br />Finally it was the three pairs,Roshni & Ranjith,Sneha & Iliyas,Varadharajan &Jenny who emerged out of the college into the big bad world ready to take it by its horns.<br />By choice they decided that each of them will join different organisations,but will ensure their togetherness as friends.As loving pairs,they thought this would be the best way to test the old saying,seperation will make the heart go fonder !What a way to test it.<br />With Roshnis,Iliyas & Varadarajans family being very staunch in their beliefs,they were also not sure how they were going to face the future but were determined to succeed.All belonged to Chennai.The break after their final was long and they were meeting often exchanging notes on their future.As Sneha would be the first to leave and join her job in Bengaluru,they decided to have a get together.<br /><br />In one of the evening meetings,Jenny got a brilliant idea of inviting the family members too for the get together ,so that it would not only bring them all together but also give an oppurtunity for the youngsters to judge their reactions.When Sneha said she wanted to ask Iliyas parents point blank,he could give only a smile.Ranjith was tempted to say the same & so was Jenny.But they thought they had time.The date was fixed as last sunday of the month.<br /><br />Mangayarkarasi,was 21 when she got married to Ratnavel Pandyan.Coming from down south,again conservatism was dominant.She was now 26,and still had not given birth to grandchildren for his parents.This was nagging them both ,but didnt know how to handle it.Both being in police,their job was also exhausting which left them with no energy for being together & to understand each other.Besides the pressures of job had led Pandyan to vices,including drinking.The only way was to go the IVF way,Manimeghalai,a fellow constable,told Mangayarkarasi( Arasi ).With great difficulty she persuaded her husband to accompany her to the doctor.Entire route ,he was mumbling that only she had the problem and that he was perfect.At docs place,it was clear who had the problem,and Arasi pleaded with the Doc ,non verbally thru her eyes ,not to disclose the fact.The Doc ,in a jiffy understood the matter and handled the issue in the most sensible manner.She never conveyed her diagnosis,but just insisted both needed to come at least twice a week,even if seperately,it was ok.<br /><br />It was last sunday of the month and Doc conveyed the good news to her and she was bubbling with joy.It was 11 am and she rushed home,Pandyan was away to nearby district on escort duty for a minister.He would be back only by evening and had told her not to call since the minister was of nasty type and that he would call when he had time.Arasi prepared all nice things,mutton briyani,kaadai,Parotta,Kari meen in kerala style which Pandyan just loved and not forgetting the payasam with jaggery.<br />Leaving everything near the Aduppu,(Stove )Arasi left for the police station and from there for her rounds near the subway since it would need all the police personnel to control the vehicles and the maddening crowd near the jewellery & Saree shop for which that area was famous for.Besides a Brand new shop called SWARNAPURI was inaugurated just two days back.<br /><br />Swarnapuri,as the name suggested was the brainchild of a political bigwig,who ensured his building violated every rule in the book.A 10 storied building,wherein he allocated the first five floors to restaurant,a mini theatre,jewellary shop & ofcourse the silk saree shops.Every floor that way was self contained shoppers paradise.The top five floors was a star rated hotel,and the basement,2 storied below the ground level, a huge carpark and a centralised utility centre with aircons,generator,laundry to the hotel and gas supply to each restaurant.<br />The hotel in the complex ensured foreigners never had to leave the complex and simply buy ,buy & buy only.<br /><br />Arasi: Enna Kader bhai,sowkyama.( Kader Bhai,How are you)<br />Kader: Nalla irukken Ettamma,(I am fine ),by the grace of Allah<br /> This Swarnapuri has really brought in good business for me & if it goes on like this I will be,God willing,be able to go on Haj with my savings soon.Today itself I have sold 200 balloons and I have orders for 200 more.Cant you see upstairs in the third floor restaurant 100 children are celebrating a birthday party.<br /><br />Arasi: very good kader bhai. Muniyamma ,what are you upto?Enna indha vayasila balloon vechhittu vilayattu.( What, you are playing with balloons at this age )<br /><br />Muniyamma : 100 molam of jasmines I have already sold and I thought I will help Kader bhai to meet the demand of Balloons. I have never seen Kader Bhai so excited all his life. Avanga oor kovil mela avvalavu bhakti Kader Bhaikku.Enakkum punniyan kidaikkattume. ( Kader Bhai loves his temple so much. adds jocularly,let me also get his Gods blessings )<br /><br />Arasi almost felt like sharing her good news too,but decided against.She wanted it to be shared with her hubby first.She was worried &disappointed that he had hadnt called her yet.<br /><br />Roshni,Ranjith,Sneha,Iliyas,Varadarajan &Jenny spoke to their respective parents and convinced them to be a part of a grand get together.Jennys parents & Snehas parents took the lead in cooperating with their children,for their kids had already confided about the objective of the meeting.They took it in their way and assured they would play a vital role in convincing other parents.On friday night it was decided they would meet for dinner on Sunday evening.Only Roshinis father said he wouldnt be able to make it and had left town on Thursday.<br /><br />On sunday evening,all the members of the families trooped into the restaurant and occupied the vantage seats to enjoy the evening.Some knew the actual reason for the meeting,some didnt !The kids had their sheepish smile ,and were excited that their future would be known soon.Soon the dinner became noisy and full of laughter.<br /><br />Bashas bedding store one of the oldest shop in that area had resisted all temptations of modern times and continued to exist among the dazzling buildings.Basha,a God fearing person ,firmly believed God would guide him properly and never got enamoured by the developments & money offers to buy over his place.<br /><br />Basha : vaa,jaani,enna romba naallukku appuram vare.( Welcome Janni,you are here after a long time)<br />Jaani was his classmate and they studied together upto college.Both their families also were close.But Basha had not met Jaani for past few months and was excited to see him.<br />jaani : ille Basha,velai romba adhigam( I was busy with work) & therefore could not make it<br />Basha : appo oru phone aachum panni irukkalaam ille.( At least you could have called me )<br />Jaani : You know Basha, I dislike phone & mobile and hardly use them<br />Basha : come on friend.After you have walked in ,at least ten times your phone has rung.But why dont you pick up the calls.Is it somebody who has given you a loan or you have another family set up.<br /><br />Both had a hearty laugh.Only jaani knew the real reason.10 rings and all the 10 floors had been covered.Yes swargapuri had been booby trapped.<br /><br />Basha & Jaani came out of the shop and were standing and watching the tamasha around.It was time for jaani to activate the master timer and move out of the scene.He knew the damage would be so heavy that Bashas shop wouldnt escape the effect. He wanted his friend to escape.But obviously he could not spell it out.<br /><br />The party in the of the kids, was going on full swing and jennys / Snehas parents took charge of the evening and gently breaking the news to other parents.Some were shocked while some simply wanted to walk away from the scene. Roshini very much wanted her father to be around and she knew he would never say no to him.<br />She was blankly staring out of the window.<br /><br />Jaani : basha ,vaa tea kudichuttu varalam ( lets go and have a cup of tea )<br />Basha agreed and started locking up the shop.<br /><br />Basha : With this Swarnapuri around I dont think anyone will come to my <br /> shop anymore.<br />Jaani : thought to himself,dont worry Basha,it wont take away your business<br /><br />Roshini suddenly realised it was her father and Basha uncle walking across on the road.She literally leapt up and started waving out, hoping her father would glance up.She screamed to her people that her father must have returned to attend the party.All of them stood near the glass window and somehow wanted to grab his attention.<br /><br />Meanwhile jaani pressed the button on his mobile activating the sequence. In two minutes flat he had to be away from the scene.<br /><br />Roshini called her father on his mobile.She would use it very rarely since she knew her father never liked mobiles.<br /><br />Jaani was surprised his home mobile rang & that too from Roshini. He was puzzled but nevertheless answered.<br /><br />Jaani : yes child, anything urgent ?<br /><br />Roshini : yes Papa, I know you would make it for my sake from the tour.I am so happy<br /><br />Jaani: but child,where are you.How do you know I am back<br /><br />Roshini : come on ,papa, you wanted to give me a surprise but I caught you. Just look up at swarnapuri second floor. <br /><br />Jaani lifted up his head. Lined up on the second floor were all his family members along with his only daughter. Her classmates & their family ,all waving out to him<br /><br />It was too late. In the next few seconds, as his eyes welled up with tears,all of them,including Arasi,Kader bhai,muniyamma.....became part of history & of course statistics !<br /><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-46226638528967830112008-07-01T20:50:00.000+05:302008-07-02T19:37:36.040+05:30From The Land Of Rising Son ToThe Land Of Rising Sun..2By 430pm it was impossible for me to even sit.Time to see the Doc urgently said my inner self.Grabbed the nearest auto and rushed to the doctor,who was attached to another hospital.The guy had one look at my moron face and mentally decided on certain surgical procedures instantly .He went thru a routine examination and finally conveyed that I need an endoscopy done and elaborated on the process.Finally he asked me for the scan reports done in the morning.Unfortunately that leading hospital had procedures and they would hand it over to me only the next day.<br />A small catheter from nowhere appeared but gave me instant relief.I was asked to come the next day,of course with the reports,and then only the date of surgery would be fixed.<br /><br />I was running out of time for my trip ,had just 72 hours to go.My hopes started fading.<br /><br />Next morning,ie Wedneday 25 th june,I sent my colleague to the leading hospital to collect the reports and they sort of disbelieved her,saying I was perfectly ok and needed only tablets.Hopes again soared for me.Can I make the trip on Friday 27th june.The doctor herself came on line and said that I should refuse surgery and come over to their (leading ) hospital and they will redo the tests and confirm.I felt like a Ping Pong ball on the Table Tennis Table.<br /><br />Somewhere my inner self told me to go ahead with the surgery and postpone my trip by a maximum of three days,beyond which the trip will have no use.So finally requested my colleague to pick up the reports and come over to the second hospital.Again one look at the reports,the doctor reconfirmed that I had no alternative but to undergo the surgery.He wanted to do it on Friday evening,but I insisted he do it on Thursday morning itself.I confided in him about the pressure on my trip,but he said it would be a miracle if I could make it in the next week ie in the week of 30th june.I was determined.I said I will ,provided he did his job well I thought to myself.I forced myself and got admitted in the general ward & later shifted to seperate room.It was like getting into the train RAC and then getting the berth.<br /><br />Thursday morning,the surgeon kept his word .6 AM I was wheeled in,local anaesthesia administered,part of my internals carved out permanently and sent out for biopsy.I was out by 7AM,with excruciating pain.By friday the pain had vanished and one by one the dozens of IV fluid bottles dangling around me ,as if I was one giant squid,were removed.I was on road to recovery,but was it fast enough.Everytime I wanted to ask the Surgeon about rebooking my ticket,he deftly avoided the answer.Third time my inner self guided me to a decision,I rebooked my ticket for Wednesday night ie 2 july .Can I make it,Yes I felt.<br /><br />On sunday morning the Doc said I was ok but regarding my trip he would decide only on Tuesday evening.I was discharged and my kids fussed over me so much,for a second I felt extremely proud father.Only last week the Fathers day passed without these guys bothering about it.<br /><br />Monday evening the Biopsy report came and it was Benign.what a relief and positive news.<br /><br />Today,ie Tuesday 1st July, Doctor cleared my visit with a smile bursting out on both our faces.It was rejoicing time.So after all I am going to make it.Felt very happy.<br />The first thing that came to my mind was that I complete this blog ,for tomorrow I would be too damn busy.LOL<br /><br />So from a dutiful Son taking his mother to a regular check up ,I landed up as a patient, in this comedy of errors,and now with everything under control I am on the way to the Land of rising Sun !!<br /><br />Ok friends on this happpy note that I am off for this truncated trip and will be back on 10th july ,with more good news ,I suppose.<br /><br />And,incidentally as I celebrate my five and a half decades of existance in this God created world,on 9 th of july ,I will be transitting as I would be on my way back.What a way to celebrate!!<br /><br />till then take care<br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com71tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-67537232156397916482008-06-30T18:48:00.000+05:302008-06-30T21:49:26.459+05:30From The Land Of Rising Son to Rising Sun..1I was all set to leave for the Land of Rising Sun on 27th June,directly into Fukuoka on the western extreme of the country.Since it was going to be a trip of 10 days I asked my sons if they could come over and take care of my mother, who was close to 80's ,in my absence.Both were terribly happy that a responsible father like me was actually asking them to BUNK classes.<br /><br />And then one of them had a bright idea, why not I take Patti(grandma)for a medical check up.That sounded good to me and we decided to take her on 24th june to one of the top hospitals in the city for a master check up.<br /><br />Dot at 630 AM on that day ,the dutiful son (thats me & what else can a Indian son be ! )drove down to the hospital and presented the details to the counter.Looked around,I had a beaming face,we were the first.It reminded meof Mr Bean Fateplayed its perfect role.The counter guy told me ,since it was going to take about 6 hours,why not I go though the test as well. why not ? The question raced through my head & after all the payment is through the card. YESthat was my spontaneous reaction.ZIP ,the card swiped I had two files in my hand,one for my mother& one for me.Pretty good salesmanship I thought of counter guy.<br /><br />Second floor please,we were ushered in,a la five star culture.Efficiency being the watchword,room after room we were herded in oops usherd in.It started off with big Aahh when the needle was poked in for fasting sugar test.( its a different matter that many looked at me funnily for the big Aahh I let out,who cares !)ECG done,I walked into a semi dark room where they said ECHO would be done.I was made to lie down & for some time nothing happened and then the girl suddenly put the probe where my heart is supposed to be.Suddenly I heared as if a railway engine had entered the room.Startled,when I looked up the face of the girl,she gave a sweet smile saying it was my heart making that roar.Hmm, a lion in me I thought.<br /><br />Next was the ultrasound of my stomach.The guy who was operating it was 6 and a half foot of a Doc,who was also perhaps part time into into WWF or was it the other way !<br />This guy held the probe as if he was holding a mace in his hand.The next second he pushed it so hard on my tummy ,my usual yell didnt desert me.He moved the probe up/down & sideways and watching the monitor very closely.He mumbled 'its moving'.I thought he said that to me.No, it was addressed to the girl who was also apperently present in the room.Why should all these test rooms be dark I wonder.<br /><br />Sir ( this time it was definitely to me ) why dont you drink few glasses of water and come.This big stomach of mine which can down few gallons of beer,whats few glasses.<br /><br />In 20 minutes i was back in the room and Six footer was eagerly waiting for me.But why ?<br /><br />Again the same thump of probe on my tummy,I screamed,it was really painfull.<br /><br />Sir its confirmed.The stone is rolling.<br /><br />I replied "no friend the group is called Rolling Stones ".<br /><br />That I know Sir,but in this case the stone is rolling dangerously in your stomach and not on the stage !!You need to get admitted immediately and perhaps be operated.<br /><br />What nonsense,this guy must be nuts.I gave him the sweetest smile I could and wanted to escape from this WWF Doctor.Clutching the report I strolled out as if nothing ever happened.Mr Bean again !<br /><br />My mother too had completed all the tests.As I walked towards the reception a flash of a pain streaked across my Beer belly or was it my imagination !!Every step I took I realised something was wrong in me.Took my mind off.Went down to the parking lot with my mother in tow & reached home .Changed to my uniform & got ready to leave for the factory.the FLASH reappeared from no where and this time it became unbearable.Oh my Japan Trip & all the appointments lined up also flashed past,but in my head !!<br />Now What !!<br /><br />JAPAN are you hearing !!<br /><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-11426267708617337732008-05-04T12:09:00.000+05:302008-05-04T13:51:24.685+05:30OH ..MYThe day was fixed as my PATTABHISHEGAM ( Coronation ) day. Sunday is the day I go to my faithful barber,oops.Hair dresser, of 25 years.Forgot if I ( we )celebrated that.Must remember it next time since he maintains the diary,right from the day the charges used to be Rs 5.(do you get a cuppa tea for that now)<br /><br />Dot at 550 am, I leave home to be his first customer,and I do have that proud look on my face when I see others waiting,after me.Only thing he has not initiated a token system.Appointments are as good as in doctors place,they seldom work.Over the years his shop ( can I call it Shop )has moved from under the greenwood tree to a modern place with couple of assistants moving around with all kind of gizmos,miniature versions of a perfect lawn mowers. <br /><br />But for me,my faithful Natarajan will use only a comb,a scissor and a barbers antique knife for my nut..nothing much ,its always an army cut and a massage of the head,a routine which has remained over the years.Only that the charges have not been !! His clients include all kinds,politicians to actors. Natarajan and me belong to same village,(pure coincidence )from Thanjavur.He keeps going there every month ,and keeps me updated of the going ons there,andI see the happenings thru his narration , a la MahaBharatha Dhirudhuraashtra.All these in the 15 minutes of the choppings.<br /><br />And this morning of all the days I woke up ,pretty late at 630 am,and the worries were explicit on my forehead.And in the shop, I was 7th in the Q.That meant it was going to be a long wait.Unlike me ,with sparse hairs on my nut,others were fluffy in thier head ranging from jet black to partly grey to fully silver..hmm so I sat in the corner,with a handful of magzines and was sleepy,since I had slept fairly late yesterday.Through the corner of the eyes I could see Natarajan having genuine sympathy for me since he knew I was a stickler to timings and today was just a wrong day.<br /><br />When my turn finally came,happiness lit on my face I sat off on the throne and the Pattabhisheham started.The routine was always that the initial process, for example tying the apron etc, would be done by his assistants and he would be there to do the actual ritual of snipping and then the final clean up again by his assistants. One had to realise ,his time had become very very valuable.<br /> <br />Apron tied,head moist with water, boss came and started doing his job.I was tired and he was slightly tensed with many VIP customers (of course including me )I dozed off.A little later,when one of his assistants gently woke me up ,I saw a different face on the mirror in the front.<br /><br />Yes they had nicely dyed my hair and to add to the misery ( !! )two streaks on either side !!!. they looked like painted on horns of a well fed bull ready for the JALLIKATTU.(Bull fight,famous in Tamil Nadu )<br /><br />Ennappa idhu (whats all this ) I screamed.Natarajan came rushing by.He didnt know what to say I guess.I asked him if anything could be done,and from his expression I ralised it was negative .Some hyperactivity around, as if they were going to save a patient from his death bed,I knew the case was lost.Oh My crowning glory !!<br /><br />Profusely apologising ,he said it will be back to my normal ,in maximum of three weeks.<br /><br />Three weeks, how am I going to survive.<br /><br />The most conservative AGRAHARAM area I live,is definitely going to have many eyebrows raised for the next three weeks!!<br /><br />When I enter home ,the look of my family ,is going to be one of surprise,and I wont be surprised if they are startled too !!<br /><br />My kids are going to be back from hostel, after their semester exams ,in two days and their reactions !!<br /><br />My office and factory people are going to just wonder,what has come over me !!<br /><br />and many more and many more..these are the just few which cross my mind !!<br /><br />As I got up slowly from the chair,after the imagined social onslaughts,one last glimpse at the mirror to see the reflections of this moron,gave me a little confidence. After all I may not be looking so bad as I imagined.May be I am looking a lot younger.but the streaks ..so what.May be I have to behave younger.May be I am young too..As they say,age is between the ears.Hmm..<br /><br />Through the corner of the eyes I surveyed the room.Was anyone watching ?None,Natrajan was busy scolding the boy. So dont have to really bother ,I guess.<br /><br />Came out of the shop (!),felt some boys in the nearby tea shop were watching me.Hmm may be they have mistaken me for a famous film star .Got into the car and drove back home.<br /><br />At the signal,a young & slender traffic cop who was making use of most of the shadow of a thinner lamp post ( you see its 38 c already )bent down and had a good look at my face.I was beaming.A young girl looking at me.I realised later ,being on Bandhobast duty on the Chief ministers route,she must have been wanting to make sure I was not a thug or terrorist and hence the inquisitive look !!Well these things happen,I thought to myself.<br /><br />As I approached my house,I was preparing myself to act natural and as if nothing happened..Will it be possible ?<br /><br /><br />TC<br />CUCompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com105tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168784106253648745.post-88304472179893902222008-04-11T22:27:00.001+05:302008-04-11T22:28:29.514+05:30The Cactus Blooms...Concluding PartKaal called up SI Manikkavel<br /><br />Kaal :: Manikkavel,I quickly need the locations of Samaj's various addresses in the city and want you to check the marriages to be conducted by them tomorrow. If possible find out the time schedule of the various marriages.<br /><br />SI :: Yes Sir ,Give me 10 minutes I will report to you sir<br /><br />SI called up the control room and sought the information from them.They in turn flashed the message and in next few minutes the complete address information was available. But keeping up the tradition of maintaining confidentiality, samaj refused to divulge names and time of marriages. <br /><br />SI Manikkavel :Sir all the information on location is available but we could not get the details of the marriages since they maintain the confidentiality.There are only three places ,sir<br /><br />KAAL :: Then we have to arrange for the raid party.Please arrange for it.<br /><br />SI Manikkavel :: Sir,I have a small request .Tomorrow I have a very important family marriage to attend and Muhurtham is between 7and 8 am.I will attend it and immediately rush..<br /><br />KAAL :: If it's muhurtham for you ,it will be the same elsewhere.By the time you report for duty,it will all be over.Don't worry I will take charge directly.Please inform control room to advice the respective police stations to assist us.<br /><br />He still was not sure if the terrorist angle was correct.From the call printouts which Yama had brought along,he wanted to talk directly to Chattisgarh number.Upon calling he realised,it was a genuine quarry contract the boy had been working on.<br />He wanted to call off the Terrorist Look Out Notice and informed the control room.He shared the news with happiness with Yama.<br /><br />D -1 ::: 1130 pm<br /><br />Arumugham calls Appasamy and conveys all the developments.All of them heaved a sigh of relief. Now, at best, it could be a case of kidnapping which could be handled legally.<br /><br />At the same time ,as Kaal was driving back home with Yama,he realised that Yama wanted to pursue the case ,also he had not yet received any confirmation on the change in action plan from his bosses.<br /><br />Kaal decided to go along with Yama and calls up control room and informs raid parties to be ready by 6 AM at the three venues.<br /><br /> D - 0 ::: 330 am<br /><br />Appasamy picks up Aish and Raaj and rushes to the venue.He wanted everything to be completed at the earliest and vacate the place and surrender.He looked at Aish and found her so serene,calm and composed.He felt bad that her parents were missing the marriage <br /><br /> D - 0 ::: 430 AM<br /><br />The venue is just filled with few dozen people and the couple looked so lovely in their traditional attires.Both were beaming with happiness.Somewhere Appasamy again felt very sad for the girl ,who had left behind everything for the sake of love.The serenity in her face was so wonderful ,for a moment he thought of her as DEVI herself.<br /><br />His mobile rang.It was Arumugham.<br /><br />Arumugham : Ayya,the raid time is fixed for 6 AM. Please complete everything fast and vacate the place.I will give you a ring when they are 15 mins away from your place.and a second ring when they are 5 mins away.That outstation cop is still treating this as a terrorist case,hence be careful.If anything happens please surrender,never argue with him.It will help the couple. <br /><br />Appasamy : Thank you Arumugham.You are a good hearted person and want to unite a young couple. God bless you.<br /><br /> D - 0 ::: 5 AM<br /><br />Anthony Kaal wakes up and finds Yama already all set for the call of duty.This guy will never change he thought to himself. Yama hurried him to get ready.<br /><br />The function started.. The first was converting her.Aish became Aishwarya and signed the document<br /><br />Immediately after that the marriage function formally began. It was 510 AM. Appasamy was praying that the priest would go on a fast forward.He had already informed the priest of the urgency.The normal duration was one hour,Appasamy wanted it to be conducted in 30 mts.<br /><br />Priest started explaining,the KANNIGADHANAM,as the first step.The father of the girl is supposed to give away the girl to the boy as a Dhan.The role of parents was taken over by Raaj's sister and Brotherin law. He was anxious that Aishwarya understood and in his own pace explained it in English and in his sanskritised broken Hindi. <br /><br />Aishwarya apparently was enjoying it.Appasamy was on pins.He wanted to vacate the place by 530 at all costs,when it was still dark.It was already 520 AM.Aishwarya's serenity was so Godly,it helped him to calm down.He wondered whether she was aware of the impending danger.<br /><br />The priest started explaining the second step,PAANIGRAHANAM,which signified the promise made by the couple to be together in life and keep each other happy.Again the explanation both English and hindi.<br /><br /> D - 0 ::: 530 AM<br /><br />Anthony Kaal and Yama got into the Jeep along with his Gunman.They contacted the control room to check the readiness of the raid party. All set...<br /><br />The priest started the third and final step ie the sapthapadi..the seven steps and each step signifying the guiding principles of life.<br /><br /><br /> The mobile in Appasamys pocket vibrated. He knew he had totally run out of time..<br /><br /><br />The way it was going ,the explanation for the seven steps would easily take at least 7 minutes and after that rushing out would mean straight onto the face of the cops.There was no way the function could be curtailled at this juncture ..<br /><br />The formal marriage got solemnised in the next few minutes and the registers signed by witnesses.<br /><br />The only other way,a thought flashed across,as soon as the marriage was over, switch another couple in their place and and hide them off in the small anteroom.<br />He precisely did it and the phone vibrated the second time. 5 minutes, he thought ,was going to be long.<br /><br />He had substituted Raaj's younger sister and brother in law, who had got married just few months back . He requested the priest to recite normal slokas.Tension was writ on everyones face and they tried their best to hide it.<br /><br />In walked Kaal,Yama and his gunman.They had a look around,and as they turned around in disappointment,Anthony kaal noticed that the bride was wearing a toe ring,Metti,which was sported only by married woman.He hesitated for a moment and then briskly walked away.<br /><br />As soon as their heads disappeared the happiness returned to everyones face.In two minutes the groom and the girl took everyones blessings and were taken away by Appasamy through the numerous lanes and by lanes .<br /><br />After roaming around for several hours in the car,they went to the magistrates place and surrendered.<br /><br />Kaal was called in to interrogate and in just few minutes he realised it was a sweet end to a beautiful love story.Aishwarya was called seperately by Yama to find out if she married Raaj willingly which she confirmed.Kaal wished them the best of luck.Aishwarya and Yama spoke for few minutes in their language and both seemed very happy with whatever they exchanged.<br /><br />Yama meanwhile had also received the communication from his bosses that the boy was clear and no way connected to terrorism,and he finally looked at the development nonchalently.<br /><br />Appasamy could not get over the fact that Aishwarya had the courage to face it all and never showed any sort of unhappiness of missing her people.He realised she was a very mature girl and they all had to learn many things from her.<br /><br />As he started moving away from the scene one thing haunted him.Why cant we all be mature enough to co-exist and look at conversions as a horrible thing.Would it have been possible for Raaj and Aishwarya to marry maintaining their own respective religion.Would the society be accepting such a situation.What would happen to their children ?Would the society be accepting such a situation ?Was it mature enough?The calm composure maintained by Aishwarya was an eye opener for him.<br /><br />As they came out Kaal and Yama had a good laugh at the of events and decided to take the rest of the day easy since Yama's return flight was only at 6 pm.Yama called up home and shared the deveopments with his wife .Finally his wife requested him to buy couple of famous silk sarees from T Nagar.When yama requested Kaal, he said the best person to help, would be his wife.So they drove back to Kaal's house.<br /><br />As he entered his house Anthony Kaal called out to his wife<br /><br />Kaal :: Saraswathi,Saraswathi,look who has come.My good friend Yama and he wants your help.Before that,I need a clarification.When do South Indian Hindu woman wear the toe ring : after the marriage or during ?. Saraswathi explained,Anthony Kaal burst out laughing.He knew he got fooled at the marriage hall.or did he delibrately overlook it,though he had spotted it !!<br /><br />Anthony fell in love with Saraswathi years back and after all kind of resistance both got married but retained their respective religious identity.They decided not to have a kid since they didnt want each of them to influence the kid on religion.<br />So all along this episode of Raaj and Aishwarya,perhaps his love marriage and its difficulties were running in the back of his mind and he perhaps played soft on the issue and wanted the marriage to happen!!. For example he could have posted a policeman right thru the night at the marriage venue,but he didnt.He looked fondly at Saraswathi and told her about the incident. Both shared a beautiful feeling that it ended well !!Perhaps a repeat of their marriage with more of action in between !!<br /><br />So in the end Appsami and Anthony Kall, who were very tough persons in their own respective beliefs crumbled before true love.Both of them like the CACTUS had a lot of thorn around them,but now BLOOMED in all splendour of the goodness.<br /><br /><br /> D :: + 7 ::: RAAJ'S house<br /><br />Raaj,Aishwarya,his father and mother enjoying the Sunday at home.Being Non vegetarian day,Raaj's father had bought good Mutton.As Raaj's mother started to move towards the kitchen,Aishwarya,jumped up saying she would cook the best Briyani for the family.Both Raaj and his father also liked the idea and supported it.<br />Raaj's mother gave a reasonably stern look at them and said it would be better that Aishwarya rested as she must be tired after a late night movie of the previous day.. (heart of heart she thought to herself::after all she knew the taste of Raaj and her father better ).<br /><br />message conveyed..Kitchen domination was mother in laws prerogative and the daughter in law rather wait...<br /><br />and thus started the mother in law ::daughter in law episode which will go on forever and ever......<br /><br /><br />TC<br />CU<br /><br />Everything in this Story is a fertile imagination from my head..except for...I leave it to your guess !!! AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR P A T I E N C ECompassion Unlimittedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14502484998131301949noreply@blogger.com61