GAME OF GOD - Chapter IV

"It was during the days of final semester of my post graduation, I was employed with a call center. With my bank balance showing Nil and my dad not prepared anymore to shell from his pocket, I was compelled to look out for opportunities. One of my friends had given bad show at the interview of a reputed call center and as usual I argued to exclude the HR of the call center from causes of his failure as I knew well about his super brain. As a consequence I was seated opposite to the HR the next day facing the questions that my friend had taken a day before. Of course the result was in favor of me.

I began my first day at the call center within a week from the day of my interview. We had an evaluation on the first day to judge the level of our soft skills and only two we were considered good. One was I and the other was she." 

"You mean Vidhya?" Nisha interrupted

"Yeah. You are right. That was when I met her for the first time. She always used to be in her own world. Never used to mingle with us.  At times she used to talk to her Priya - her only friend in the whole team. But once during an activity during our training we were clubbed together as a team. That’s when I spoke to her for the first time. My batch mates were making fun of me for being teamed up with 'dumb girl' ( that’s how she was named by others in the team').I got annoyed at one point of time and argued in favor of her. This is where the game took a turn. The bet between us was this: if I make her fall in love with me I get paid Three thousand"

"So it was all a game is it?”  Nisha was too quick in asking this 

"True. This was how it all started but as days went I realized a true love for her. I tried speaking to her and miserably failed in all my attempts. One day both of us had to leave the office little late. I still remember that day when we were waiting in the Bus stop for more than thirty minutes but in vain. It was half past ten at night. 

"Hey, any idea when is the last bus to my place? " she asked me

"Well, if you can tell where you are from then I might help you with the info you require" 

"Oh, sorry.... I live at Great lakes" she said

“Is it? One of my friends lives there... I used to visit that place very often in fact I know...”

"Sorry can you please tell me if in case you know the timings of last bus to my place" she interrupted sharply

Though I felt bad, I still continued”I guess there is one bus at eleven"

"Thanks" she ended the conversation bluntly.

I felt her disinterest to continue this talk. But not sure of the reason behind it. Normally nine out of ten girls I have met normally respond when you initiate the conversation. But she was different. Probably she is that 'tenth girl' I suppose. Her bus was there when these thoughts were running in my mind. The bus was neither destined to my place nor it passes through it, yet I got into it. She was not surprised may be because she had not known my locality.

"One ticket to great lakes" she presented a 500 rupee note to the conductor.

He stared at her for a minute and said “Please give me 7 rupees if you have or else you may get down in the nearest stopping" 

"Am sorry I don't have any other currency except for this note." she said in a tired note

"Two tickets to great lakes” I interrupted presenting the exact change of 14 rupees to him

Needless to say we sat in a seat and remained silent for next 10 minutes. Surprisingly she broke the silence,

"You too live in Great lakes? I have never seen you in that Area?"

"Yeah I have recently shifted, just a week back” I lied with least expressions to prove it

"Oh. Where exactly is your apartment?" she continued... In a way I was happy that the conversation is getting built up

"I live just near to that temple, just the roan next to the ATM point". Going by the logic that all areas have a temple and of course an ATM in the same road, but not sure if there is any road next to it. But before allowing me to think of more landmarks she spoke

"Oh is it the one next to the Indian bank ATM, I know there are few apartments there."

I thanked god and the GM of Indian bank for having set up an ATM there."Yeah the same lane, 4th house"

The bus stopped in great lakes after fifteen minutes. It was half past eleven by now. I was thinking of catching a taxi to my place which is around 10 km in exact opposite direction.

"Why are you walking along with me, I thought you are supposed take a right from that signal “she questioned. 

before I replied to her I stopped a taxi that passed my way ( as I was not sure of when I would get another ) .I told him the destination ,bargained and finally settled the fare and then came back to answer her question

"Vidhya, to be frank I don't live here. I reside at 'Gold nest' Colony. I just came along with you to ensure that you reach safely. I know you had traveled to this place alone, may be even at late nights. Still today you seemed very upset, dull confused.... am not getting the exact word. So I just felt that I can accompany you just to help in case you need..."I left a pause 

She stared at me silently. I continued "Vidhya can I tell you something? Your lips are smiling but there is sadness hidden under it. Your eyes show your mind which is right now confused and in search of something. I really don't want you to share it with me as am not your close friend .But do speak someone you know for a long time. I really feel bad to see you like this. Fine, let me take leave now...Bye" 

Without waiting for her response I jumped into the taxi and asked the driver to start it. I never failed to turn back and see. She was there standing in the same place, looking at the trails of my Taxi. Just five more minutes left for the arms of the clock to hug each other at twelve. 

Story - Silent Admirer - Episode 5

It was late that evening, she went to her garden. She was admiring those beautiful roses. A flash of that memory appeared to Pooja.

Pooja was lying on her mom's lap and her mom was talking to her. "Pooja, you know whenever I see those red roses I remember your childhood. We bought this rose plant when you were two years old. You were so adamant to buy it when the florist came home to sell some plants. Your dad is treasuring it till now.”

"Mom, so this rose dad gives me daily before I start to school is it? And after I went to college he saves them to gift me a bouquet during weekends. I never knew until now. He gets me everything I wish for. You both are the best parents and I wish in my next birth too you were my parents Mom".

Those memories make her miss them a lot. They loved her a lot. They brought her up well in character and behavior. She was totally lost in the memories.

She was roaming around the garden and she went to Rani Ammal’s hut.

"Rani, can I come in?" Pooja asked Rani.

She went inside Rani gave her a cup of tea. Pooja explained to Rani about that letter and she told her to have an eye on Sharath and Aunty Rekha. But to her surprise Rani came up with a new story.

"There was a man who visited your parents often. He talks to your dad privately. He came here last Monday before we left for that function."

Pooja heart was beating so fast. Something was telling her that her dad had a secret enemy. If she finds that missing letter everything will be alright.

Raniammal was continuing "Your dad and that man were in a big argument. I don’t really know what exactly the conversation was all about. But he was so furious with your dad and I heard what he told finally. He said, 'I will kill anyone who is standing in between my need' ".

"He should have been the one who killed my dad Rani. Why you did not tell this to the police?” Pooja asked immediately.

"Pooja ma I was instructed not to tell anyone especially you." Rani said and Pooja was not leaving her until she gets a proper answer.

"Rani, please don’t hide anything from me. I need to know who instructed you all this. I have the rights to know about my parents' death and the people involved in it."

"Pooja ma I don't know anything about that man really. But Sharath Sir told me not to tell this to anyone including you. And you please don't ask anything to him. He will get angry with me.", Rani said to Pooja.

"This is serious Rani Amma. We need to keep a watch on Uncle Sharath. May be he tried to use that man to kill dad so he does not get caught. Until we get a proper witness and evidences we cannot open this to police too and we need to trace him somehow. Rani Amma I will be going to college by next week and you watch his movements during the week. Make sure you are not caught. And if you see that man visiting Sharath, give me a call immediately and when I come during weekend you update me what happened that week. Meanwhile if you get any call from the police manage it well."

Pooja explained clearly to Rani and when Rani got worried about Pooja, she assured her that she will be safe and with her parents grace she will definitely be alright.

"Thanks Rani Ammal. I will be talking to Sharath and leaving from here soon. You need to do the task well and please make sure you are not caught." Saying Pooja went inside the house.

Sharath had returned and to her surprise he was holding a red rose bouquet for her, "Pooja, come here. This is for you. I know you miss your parents a lot and I can never replace them, but I somehow want to bring glory in your life. I think you continue your education. But, we will get you married once you finish your studies."

Pooja wondered, "Two surprises at one time! Are you trying to fool me too.” she replied "Thanks Sharath Uncle, Thanks a lot."

Pooja decided to stay in the hostel itself since that will be easier for her to talk to Rani or visit her house during weekends. Pooja packed her things and was set back to go to college.

Aunty Rekha and Uncle came to the railway station and her Aunt said, "Pooja, don't worry if you need anything call us, we are here for you." Pooja smiled and waved Bye.

Rekha was unaware of what is Sharath doing. She was very nice with Pooja. Pooja too felt the same. The train started. She waved at them and inside this was running in her mind, "I will soon find out what you are up to Sharath."

வெயில்,இரவு,நிலவு.............

பகலெல்லாம் விளையாட வெயில் வேண்டும்

பட்ட மணல் சூட்டை போக்க ஓர் இரவு வேண்டும்

வேர்வை சிந்த உழைக்க வெயில் வேண்டும்

களைப்புகள் இளைப்பாற ஓர் இரவு வேண்டும்

பாடுபடும் நேரமெல்லாம் வெயில் வேண்டும்

பட்ட கஷ்டம் சொல்லி அழ இரவு வேண்டும்

உன் கைபிடித்து நடந்து செல்ல வெயில் வேண்டும் 

சென்ற கதை பேசிமுடிக்க  இரவு வேண்டும் 

உன்னை பார்த்த நாளை 

எண்ணி  பார்க்க இரவு வேண்டும் 

என் தனிமைக்கு துணையாக நிலவு  வேண்டும் 

கனவுக்குள்  வாழ்ந்திட  ஓர் இரவு வேண்டும் 

நான் பார்த்து உறங்க 

உன் முகம் கொண்ட நிலவு வேண்டும்

இரவும் நிலவும் தாலாட்டி முடித்தாலும்

தட்டி எழுப்ப காலையில் வெயில் வேண்டும் !!!

Story - Silent Admirer - Episode 4

Pooja went inside the house. "Why dad mentioned about Uncle Sharath. There were no disputes between her dad and her uncle. Or was he like Ramu, being the best and finally showing his true face." Lots of questions bombarded Pooja's mind. She was very curious to find who killed her parents. Her day went with lots of questions.

It was mid afternoon and some one ringed the calling bell. Pooja went and opened it.

"Hello Madam, I am Shankar, the sub inspector of Ooty branch. The murderer has perfectly used his gloves. We did not find any finger prints in the knife. Mam, I need your permission to question few of the people who were around during the murder.” Inspector Shankar was introducing himself to Pooja and her Aunt Rekha hearing this came outside the Kitchen.

They showed him inside and Shankar started with his investigation.

Before Shankar began Rekha came out with the answer, "Sir, me and my husband were not here when it happened. One of our Company staff was getting married and we went to that function. Pooja's parents said they will join us after a while for the function. When they were not coming, we tried to reach them through mobile and the land line several times but there was no reply. When we came home, we saw them dead." Rekha was gasping for breathe hiding those tears inside.

Inspector Shankar does not seem to compromise on those tears. He has a duty to question everyone "What happened to the servant maid. I think you have a servant at home who stays in the hut behind this house. She and her husband works here right."

Shankar was keen to get some answer from Rekha and Pooja was listening to all the conversation. She did not want to mention about that letter to him. She cannot trust anyone now. Even a police inspector for that matter.

Rekha replied spontaneously, "You know it is the month of auspicious days and they too went for a marriage function. In fact they were not in town from Monday and returned only after knowing the news."

Pooja continued before Rekha opened her mouth, "Rani ammal our servant maid works here for the past 20 years. We would trust them a lot. Her husband Muruga too is a trustworthy person. We need not suspect them Inspector Shankar."

Inspector Shankar paused for a moment and then replied, "Fine Mam, but we have chances that the murderer could have got some information from those innocent people and used it to kill them." Shankar turned toward Pooja and said.

"Yes Sir, that is possible. May be if you can question them, we might get a clue", Pooja told Inspector and called Raniammal and her husband Muruga.

After some questions, they came to a conclusion that both of them have not discussed any personal matter about them to anyone. Also they have not smelled anything odd at home.

The inspector finally said, "I am done with the questions, but if I find any leaks I will come to visit you both anytime. Thanks Pooja. Your father was a loyal man. I feel sorry for them. Hoping that we will soon close this investigation."

Rekha said, "We are also hoping that the case gets closed soon. We are living in a good society and police visiting our house often is not advisable."

Inspector immediately responded, "Mam, two people have been murdered. The man was a big businessman and his daughter needs to be safe from the murderer if it was a plot for getting the property or any such criminal issues. As a police, we need your help to find out who is the killer and keep all of you safe."

"Sir, I perfectly understand. As you said, we are also scared of Pooja's life and that is why we have planned to get her married soon and surrender her to a safe hands. So if we have frequent visit by the police, you know how people spread it. We need to safeguard her life. That’s the only promise we can hold for their parents." Pooja felt a care and affection in Aunt Rekha's voice. She felt sorry for suspecting her Aunt in her parents' murder. Wonder if she knows Uncle Sharath is cheating dad.

The inspector went and Pooja's mind was in the last statement of Rekha's. They want to get her married "No. I somehow have to insist Uncle and get back to college. My dad wanted me to come up well in career and mom wanted me to be a good caring wife and a daughter in law.” Pooja was thinking.

Marriage is a long way for her. She wanted to finish her graduation first.” I am talking to Uncle and Aunt today and making it clear. I can promise them to visit every weekend and it will also help me to find out what Sharath is doing, if he was involved in the plot too"

One week went very fast. She had flashes of her parents' memories. Sharath went for a business trip and she did not find time for the past one week to talk him. Also Archana was busy in her sister marriage so she was not able to talk to him either.

Now, Pooja has to wait for one more day for Sharath to return!

Story - Silent Admirer - Episode 3

"Pooja, how many times should i call you. Get up, don't be lazy. You spend your weekends here to sleep than spending time with us! Now, are you going to get up or not!".

Her dad continued, "Honey. Just let her sleep, she spends her week completely in college. Studies, sports and homeworks. Weekends she comes here for a relaxation. Don't disturb her. Get me a cup of Tea."

"You always support her, and in your roof she will never become a good software professional! Stop pampering her honey, she has now crossed her teen and got to learn cooking and other house hold stuffs too. After two years we will get her married and she has to stand in her own legs".

He replied, "My daughter is a bold lady Neha! Don't worry she will come up well in her life."

She was silently listening to their discussion. "Mom! Give me two minutes I will wake up and help you in the kitchen".

She smiled at her husband and walked inside the kitchen.

Pooja's mind was fully loaded with those memories. Last weekend when she came home, she had a nice time with them. Uncle and Aunt were not there so it was only the three of them. She was having a counselling with them regarding her career and future.

Mom was advising her on the topic "Being family woman!" And dad was keen on her education and career. It was so encouraging for her. "Will surely keep up your words Mom." she finally said.

"It was just a week before, you guys spent a whole day giving me advice. Dad, you describe me as an aggressive lady! Today I am afraid to face the future. Days are longer without you both at home." She was talking to herself in the bed.

She then placed the photograph of her mom and dad standing in their garden holding hands on her dressing table. They looked lovely in that picture. She even has one in her hostel room. Everyday she gets up seeing the picture. It gives her a feeling as if they are with her. She kisses them every morning before starting to college.

Now, the thought that she can only kiss this picture henceforth made her cry. "No! Dad wanted me to be bold. Mom wishes should come true. I will be a bold lady!" she thought and immediately got up from the bed. She walked towards the kitchen.

Rekha was preparing breakfast. Pooja started helping her out.

"Pooja, your mom always wanted you to be this way. I am happy that you understand your parents wishes. You are maturing a lot. I can feel how painful it is to miss your parents and that too in a young age. We are here for you dear. I know I can never replace them, but if you feel you want anything from me, I am here. Feel free to discuss anything with me."

"Aunty I have always seen you and mom in the same place. Yes. Missing them is such painful. Yet, they are not coming back and somehow i have to live the way they wanted me to be. I wish the police come out with the investigation soon. We need to identify it faster. Why should someone kill them. Do you know anything or guessing anyone might have had a grudge on them?"

"Pooja dear. Your parents help everyone in this town and there will not be a single person who might have had a killer thought on them. If our company Ex-Manager Ramu had not visited your dad last week, we could have suspected him. But, he came two days before they died. He felt very sorry for mis using the accounts and in fact handed over the missing cash to your dad."

Pooja replied, "Yes.! I have seen Ramu working with dad. Two months back Ramu ran away with 20% stake right. May be, Well what if he had played a trick to show he was good and decided to kill them once dad get convinced. I remember when i came last weekend dad told me Ramu called Sharath Uncle and he was talking to him. The conversation was broken by a visitor. We can may be check with Uncle what he might have spoken to him."

"Ramu's name will be the first in the suspicion list" she thought.

Rekha spontaneously replied, "No No. Uncle told me he spoke to him. Infact it was only Sharath who insisted he needs to talk to dad and ask sorry. Ramu is now our Company General Manager. Your dad only appointed him again".

Hearing it, Pooja was shocked. How can this happen. He was a bad guy and dad does not like back biting people. Ramu was so trustworthy guy before and it shook dad when Sharath Uncle told him that he ran away with the money. And now re appointing him as General Manager. Her dad will think this as a crime.

"No Aunty. Dad will not easily believe everything. He will always think twice before doing something. If Ramu had seen him just two days before they died, how come dad might have re appointed him the next day. It is not possible at all. Something is wrong here Aunty." Pooja was so stern.

"Pooja! You did not witness anything. Your dad was convinced and re appointed him immediately. In fact even Ramu's disappearance for two months with the money was known to only your dad and uncle. The employers are not aware of it and that's why your dad wanted to re appoint him since he works well and also promised him that he will not mis use the accounts again.", Rekha tried to make Pooja understand.

Pooja wondered why all of the sudden Rekha Aunty raised her voice. Pooja was confused. Rekha found it and continued "Pooja. We cannot suspect Ramu. It might affect our Company's growth. He works well with all the workers and he knows how to get work done by them. He is a smart worker and thats why your dad immediately forgave him."

"Fine Aunty. If you are trusting him thats fine. See, I care for you both and I cant afford to lose you both too. Well, .. Hmmm .. I really need a break. I will go out. Badly need fresh air. Will be back in few hours."

She picked the parking shed key and walked towards it.

When she opened it, to her surprise a brand new scooty was there. She had asked for a scooty to her dad last week. She went near it. The delivery date was mentioned 14-03-2011! It was Monday and Wednesday they were no more. She touched it and felt so happy. Dad wanted to surprise her with this. Thats why the shed key was in her dressing table near the picture. Tears filled her eyes. She was not in a mood to drive it. She walked out of the shed.

A bit of paper caught her eyes. She saw it was her dad's handwriting. She opened it and read "Don't trust everyone Pooja. Things are changing and the wind is blowing in the opposite direction..Shara.. " Pooja saw that the words are missing. Someone had torn the letter.

She put it in her pocket and started searching if there were any other piece lying there. She could not find anything. All she was left with was confusion! Now she could not trust her Uncle too. Her dad himself had written it and someone seeing the letter might have torn it.

Ramu and Sharath now both will be in her top suspect list.

Tring.. Tring.. Her mobile rang. "Archana, Hi.. I need to tell you something. Thank god you called me" She said everything and Arch replied, "Pooja, its better you come here. Your house is not safe anymore for you. May be Sharath or your Aunt might have read the letter and torn it . Guess, they planned to get all your dad's property. I will somehow convince him and bring you back here Pooja."

"You are my only hope now Arch. Let them have all my belongings and everything, but if he was behind my parents death I will not leave him. I cannot trust the police also; Sharath might use his power on them too. I am planning to investigate myself Arch." Pooja explained to her.

"My mom is calling. I will talk to your Uncle today. And we need to find out who is following you, so with him we will have three suspects.", Arch told her.

"You are also bold Archana thats why my dad always liked you and says he is happy for me since i got a good companion at college! I will trust you with my life Arch! Bye. Take care!"

They hung the phone and Pooja walked inside the house with suspicions and confusions!

நினைப்பதை எழுதுகிறேன்....

நான் தந்த ஒரு பூவை வாங்கமறுதாய் 

இன்று வந்துருக்கிறாய் என் கல்லறைக்கு 

பூங்கொத்தோடு !!!  

நினைவே நீயாக ஆனபின் 

"நினைவிருக்கிறதா" எட்ன்று கேட்டால்

நான் என்ன சொல்ல?

பொய்யான என் பேச்சை மெய்யென்று

நீ ரசிப்பாய்

மெய்யென்று தெரிந்தும் உன் வார்த்தைகளை

பொய் என்று  கேலி செய்வேன்

நம் உறவின் அடித்தளம் இதுதானோ ?

உன்னை தேடினேன், காணும்வரை

கண்டபின்....

உனக்குள் என்னை தேடினேன்

தேடுவேன்

உயிர் ஓயும்வரை!!!

 

Story - Silent Admirer - Episode 2

Everyone left the home after the death ceremony. Pooja was going around the house and she could still inhale that cent her dad usually wears.

For all daughters; dads are the first best man on this Earth. For her too, this holds. She had never seen them fighting unnecessarily and she always like the way her parents love each other. They compromise so easily and her neighbors always tell her "You are lucky to have them as parents". She always wanted to learn that parenting technique from them.

Now that they are gone she was so hopeless. Everything seem to be in dismay. It was as if yesterday they bought her the cycle and she was having such a fun riding it inside the house. She was their angel and they loved her a lot. She wondered when the CBI will get back with the news of finding the murderer.

"Mom dad, how am i going to live without you", she was continuously blabbering in her sleep.

"Pooja, you need to relax. Sleep well.", her relatives took care of her well. She now have to live with her dad's elder brother. Since he does not have kids, he likes Pooja a lot. She was a pet for their family. Her dad and Uncle Sharath shares the business and thus lives together. Aunt Rekha too was very affectionate and loving towards them.

"Uncle, do you and dad have any enemies, who might have killed them for a vengeance?", She woke up suddenly and asked Sharath. Sharath lids were closed tightly. She took her mobile and walked out of the room.

She dialed Archana. "Hi dear, how are you doing now? Any problem you are calling me this late. On the day you left, you said you wanted to tell me something." Pooja replied,

"Archana, there was a guy standing outside my hostel and he was starring at the window. My roommate left to native and he was there on both the nights. It scared me a lot. I called up my dad the same night and told him. When my uncle told about TC to the HM I thought my dad sent him to bring me back here. Since it was a murder, Uncle is scared to send me to hostel. He does not know about that secret guy". Pooja finished telling everything.

"Why don't you come and stay with me. My parents wont say anything. May be I can ask your Uncle Pooja. Just two more years for you to complete college and also you will also have a relaxation away from where your parents lived." Archana stopped hearing Pooja cry on the other side.

"No Archana, I will miss them a lot, except that their thoughts will not come so often like now. Wherever I stand, I can feel them beside me."

"I will talk to Uncle by tomorrow dear. You please go to sleep now. Semesters go postponed to May, so we have two more months Pooja. Just relax and concentrate on your studies. Your dad wanted to see you as a very good software professional so prove it to him". Arch's words were so encouraging.

"I am gifted to have a friend like you Arch.", Pooja was finally feeling relaxed and she was able to come out of the loneliness. She hoped somehow in the morning she can convince her Uncle and go back to college.

"Good night Arch. After speaking to you I feel I am emptied the heaviness in my heart.", Pooja exhaled.

The wind was blowing. She walked towards the dinning window and tried to grab the screen and close the door. She got the glimpse of a guy. The same height, hair cut and that manly structure. He the same guy who was eyeing at her in the hostel. He was standing in front of the gate. He was standing with his back on a car, keeping one leg on the number plate and another on the road as if trying to be casual for the trespassers.

Sharath came out of the room. "Pooja what are you doing at this time, go inside and sleep dont roam around alone".

Saying that, he peeped through the window as if he is checking if everything is fine and came inside the room.

"Uncle i saw a white car infront of the gate", Pooja begun. She did not want to mention about that guy then he would definitely not leave her to go back to college. "Whose car is that? Did you see it?".

Sharath kept quite for a while and said, "I did not see any car. See I think your mind is restless, you need a good sleep. Take rest dear. There is no car or nothing. I am here to take care of you and anything or anyone in between; Well they are at their own risk."

Pooja never seen him so furious before and if the guy drove the car before Sharath peeped outside, she would have heard it start. What's wrong with Uncle Sharath's behaviour. I hope Arch somehow manages to convince him tomorrow. After that all she knew was she went back to a sound sleep.

Best ever forward message

Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,

"And you never will, but that's O.K.".......

Later the little boy asked his father,

"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".

"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say......

The little boy grew up and became a man,

still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"

GOD answered......

"When I made woman,

I decided she had to be special.

I made her shoulders

strong enough to carry

the weight of the world, yet,

made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...

I gave her the inner strength

to endure childbirth

and the rejection

that many times will come

even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness

that allows her

to keep going and take care

of her family and friends,

even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without

complaining....

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all

circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly....

She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and

to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears....

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults

and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart....

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but

sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him

unfalteringly....

For all of this hard work,

I also gave her a tear to shed.

It is hers to use

whenever needed and !

it is her only weakness....

When you see her cry,

tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though

she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

She is special

நிலாப்பெண்

ஆசிரியர் தினத்தன்று 

உனக்குதான் முதல் வாழ்த்து 

எனக்கு ,

காதலையே கற்றுத்தந்தவள் ஆயிற்றே !!!

காதல் வந்ததும்

நீ அழகானாய்

அனால்,

நான்தான் முட்டாள் ஆகிவிட்டேன் !!!

கைகளுக்கு கோலம் போட

கற்றுகொண்டாய் 

கால்களுக்கு எப்பொழுது 

சொல்லிகொடுத்தாய் ???

தேடினேன் 

கரையோரமாய் உன் கால்சுவடை 

காணவில்லை

ஆம் உண்மைதான் 

தேவதையின் தடங்கள் பதிவதில்லைதான் !!! 

வாய் விட்டு சிரித்தால்

நோய் விடு போகுமா

யார் சொன்னது?

நீ சிரித்ததால்

எனக்கு வந்த நோய்தானடி - காதல் *** 

காகித பூ நான்

அனால் உன் கையில் மட்டும்

வாசம் வீசுவேன் !!!

மறந்தும் நீ என்னை நினைக்கவில்லை

நானோ உன்னையே நினைக்கிறன்

மறக்கமுடியாமல் !!!

காய்ச்சல் எப்படி வந்தது

என்று கேட்கிறாய்

நிலவுபெண் நீ என்னை

தினமும் தொட்டுவிட்டு !!!

நீ என் வாழ்வில் வந்தாய் 

என்று யார் சொன்னது ?

நீ வந்தபின் தானடி 

எனக்கு வாழ்வே !!!

கனவுலகில் உன்னை 

பார்த்த நொடி முதல்தான் 

என் உலகமே கனவாகி போனது!!!

மனைவி என்றால் மரணபயம் .

இந்த தலைப்பு எனக்கு தோன்றியது நேற்று என் மனைவியுடன் அலைபேசியில் பேசியவுடன் நேர்ந்த உரையாடலும் அதன் பிறகு தோன்றிய சிந்தனைகளும் தான் காரணம்.

மனைவியிடம் பேசியபின் ," மனைவியிடம் ரொம்ப பயமா ? " என்றார் என்னுடைய கம்பெனி இன் recruitment partner மற்றும் இன்னொரு ப்ளாகின் (http://viji-poetrymypassion.blogspot.com ) ஓனரும் ஆன விஜி. ( இவரின் ப்ளாக் நம் ப்ளாகை விட சற்று நன்றாக இருப்பதாக நினைக்கிறன் . ஆங்கிலத்தில் எழுதுகிறார் . எனக்கும் ஆங்கிலத்தில் எழுத வேண்டும் என்று அசை தான் . ஆனால் பிரச்சினை என்னவென்றால் எனக்கு ஆங்கிலம் சரியாக படிக்கவே வராது . இந்த லட்சணத்தில் எழுதுவதாவது ???? Never. சரி.... விஷயத்திற்கு வருகிறேன் .

மனைவியிடம் பயமில்லை ஆனால் மனைவியின் சொற்களுக்கு அப்படியே கீழ்படியும் அடிமைத்தனத்தின் சுதந்திரத்தை , அந்த சந்தோஷத்தை ஒரு போதும் இழக்கவோ , விட்டு தரவோ விரும்பாதவன் என்று சுற்றி வளைத்து சொல்வதற்குள் , " மரியாதையா " என்று அவரே கேட்டு ஏன் மானத்தை காப்பாற்றினார் .

ஹீ ஹீ என்று சிரித்து வைத்து ஒரு வழியாக சமாளித்தேன் . ஆனால் அந்த கேள்வி நான் வீட்டுக்கு செல்லும் வழி எல்லாம் என்னை குடைந்து கொண்டு இருந்தது.

உண்மையிலேயே பயபடுகிறேனா என்ன என்று எனக்குள் கேட்டு கொண்டதில் , ஒரு தீர்மானமான முடிவிற்கு வர இயலவில்லை. எனக்கும் என் மனைவிக்கும் இடையே நடக்கும் சில பொதுவான விஷயங்களில் , முக்கியமான முடிவுகள் அனைத்தும் நான் தான் இன்றும் எடுக்கிறேன் என்பதாகவே படுகிறது . இருந்தும் மற்றவர் கருத்து கேட்டால் ஒரு வேளை குழப்பம் தீரலாம் என்பதால் எங்களுக்குள் நடக்கும் சில சம்பவங்களை உங்களுடன் பகிர்கிறேன் . படித்து விட்டு நான் சரியாக கணிக்கிறேனா என்று சொல்லுங்கள் ப்ளீஸ் .

சம்பவம் ஒன்று : மாதம் ஒன்றாம் தேதி ஆனால் " எங்கே சம்பளம் ? எடுத்து வை என் கையில் என்பாள் மனைவி . அதை உடனே கொடுக்க வேண்டுமா அல்லது அரை மணி நேரம் கழித்து கொடுக்கலாமா என்று நானே தான் சுயமாக முடிவு செய்கிறேன் . இதில் என் மனைவி ஒருபோதும் தலையிடுவதில்லை .

சம்பவம் இரண்டு : இன்னைக்கு உங்களுக்கு டிபன் இல்லை . வெளியே சாப்பிட்டு கொள்ளுங்கள் என்று மாதத்தில் 29 நாட்கள் சொல்லுவாள். ஏன் என்று கேட்க தான் எனக்கு உரிமை மறுக்க பட்டிருகிறதே தவிர , எந்த hotel ல் சாப்பிடலாம் என்று நான் தான் முடிவு செய்கிறேன் இன்று வரை .

சம்பவம் மூன்று : இன்னைக்கு GRT ல வளையல் வாங்கலாம்னு இருக்கேன் . நீங்க வந்து காசு கொடுத்துடுங்க என்பாள் டிவி யில் வரும் தொகுப்பாளினி போல் சிரித்து கொண்டே . காசை நான் கிரெடிட் கார்டில் கட்டலாமா அல்லது உண்டியை உடைத்து கட்டலாமா அல்லது பர்சை நோண்டி கட்டலாமா அல்லது கிட்னியை விற்று கட்டலாமா என்று முடிவெடுக்கும் பூரண சுதந்திரத்தை ஏன் மனைவி எனக்கு கொடுத்து இருக்கிறாள் என்பதை நான் தைரியமாக , பெருமிதத்தோடு யார் முன்னிலையிலும் சொல்வேன் .

சம்பவம் நான்கு : " நீங்க என்ன பண்ணுவீங்களோ எது பண்ணுவீங்களோ தெரியாது இந்த சனிகிழமை நாம அந்த புது படத்திற்கு போறோம் . ticket வாங்கிடுங்க என்பாள் திடீரென்று . (பெரும்பாலும் அந்த படங்கள் அனைத்து theatre களிலும் புல் ஆகி இருக்கும் . படத்தின் பெயர் வாரா வாரம் மாறும் . ஆனால் இந்த நடைமுறை மாறாது. ) அது சத்யமா, மாயஜாலா , ஐநாக்சா என்று நான் எடுக்கும் முடிவில் என் மனைவி பெருந்தன்மையோடு உடன்படுவாள் . அது போக ஆட்டோ வில் செல்வதா , பைக்கில் செல்வதா போன்ற பெரிய உபரி முடிவுகளும் நான் தான் எடுப்பேன் .

இப்போது சொல்லுங்க . பெரிய முடிவு எல்லாம் எடுப்பது நான்தான் . அப்போ அவ தானே எனக்கு பயப்படுறா ??????

பின் குறிப்பு : இந்த கட்டுரையை எழுதி கொண்டு இருந்ததில் நேரம் செல்வது தெரியாமல் இருந்து விட்டேன் . போன் செய்து மனைவி காச் மூச் என்று கத்தி, உடனே வீட்டிற்கு வருமாறு உத்தரவு போட்டு இருக்கிறாள் . ஆனால் இப்போது கூட அவளிடம் எப்படி வழிந்து சமாளிக்கலாம் என்று நான் தான் முடிவு செய்கிறேன் . :-)

A short and true story by Ganesh alias Cranky boy

An Evening with those tiny little buds

It was late that evening. At around 5 PM we started from our office. We planned to visit an orphanage center and spend that evening with them. This was one of the social activities we planned for this month at office!

We reached the place in an hour. I entered the hall with a joy. Joy of meeting hundreds of kids and play with them.

"Aunty.." A kid came shouting at me and held my neck tight and jumped over me. He was Amudhan and i lifted the 2 year old bud in my hands. He was left there when he was just few months. The little bud did not allow me to put him down.

I wondered "How much time have you spent in your mom's hands and rested your head on his shoulder. May be we can just count the number of times. May be somewhere she really miss. May be she did not miss you at all. Or may be she was no more to miss the bud."

Once i lifted Amudhan few other kids surrounded me and pulled me to the place where they were sitting. It was a large hall. The kids were all trained to sit around the hall whenever they had visitors. There were around sixty little buds, few handicaps, few mentally challenged, few were really naughty and few looked very smart and charming with goals and ambitions shinning in their face.

Forgetting what they really are, they played all sort of games with us. After that i happened to see Nisha. She was lying there in the corner. She did not have a backbone and she can only lie down. I remember those tiny eyes watching the kids running around and playing. I could feel the pain of that little heart.

There were lots of such little buds without a sunshine. There is no room for it to blossom. Yet there are few other buds, bubbling buds waiting to bloom and see the outer world.

I was standing there looking and analyzing them and there was nothing else just a "Thank You God" came to my mind. We call blood relations, they are here no even knowing who there parents are and their only blood relations are friends.

It was as if seeing a tree with sixty buds, few yet to blossom, few never can blossom and few takes time to blossom. In all this, all buds consists of that single tree. Tree of relationship, tree of fun, tree of helping hands, tree of selflessness, tree of lovely heart and the tree of God.

Decidated to all the those kids out there in this world who carries not a different blood group, just one blood group called Love!

Enjoying motherhood

Your grrr...aaaa.....eeee.....music no AR Rahman can compose

Your dab dab dab...... song no Vairamuthu can write

Your va va va lullaby to yourself....no Latha Mangeshkar can sing

Your discovery that one toy can fit into another....no Einstein can discover

Your innocent smile even when i am angry...no Mona Lisa can smile

Your beauty that i spend admiring everyday....no Aiswarya Rai can match

Your act of crying to get my attention...no Sivaji Ganesan can match

And i am eagerly awaiting for

The kiddish dance that no Michael Jackson can imitate

The scribbling that no Picasso can recreate

Oh....the list seems to be endless

Enjoying motherhood