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And The Truth Shall Set You Free

CHAPTER 12


"If you have assimilated 5 ideas and made your life and character,then you have more education than any man who has got by heart a whole library" - Swami Vivekananda

To grow up in india is to grow up with mythical figures and legends from epics.There are many who study one thing and then do something else which is totally irrelevant to their education.But there are some stories and heroes we never get to out grow and they come with you till the end.Rama,lakshmana,hanuman,arjuna,bheema and most importantly abhimanyu.From the first time we know god for who he is and sit staring at him and start listening to stories about them through ramayana,mahabaharata,bhagwatham and bhagwad gita.we invariably imbibe their qualities and knowingly or unknowingly they become our gurus.Today i have faint recollection of the mughal dynasty,sher shah suri and hemu but i know pretty well the events that took place in ramayana and mahabharata.Some of us become rama,some become the loving lakshmana and very few become hanuman,the friend,follower and totally devoted soul to one goal and that for him was rama.But there are times when i see my reflection in the mirror and i see rama,lakshmana,hanuman and importantly ravana staring back at me.I smile and they smile saying heaven and hell are right there in your soul.rama or ravana are right there in your choices.Oh these tough choices torment for they are the yardstick with which we can,should judge our daily lives.To be ravana is to listen to your brain,hormones and chemicals but to be rama is to listen to the whispers of your soul where the ultimate judge sits watching and judging your every move.Pity that the whispers of rama get drowned by the screams and roars of ravana,the rakshasa

Ties that bind may sometimes become complicated knots

Aaakarah chhaadyamaanopi na shakyo vinigoohitum
Balaaddhi vivrunotyeva bhaavamantargatam nrunaam
6.17.64

One's innermost thoughts and emotions reflect on one's physical appearance which it is difficult to cover up however one may try to do it. Such changes in one's physical appearance forcefully expose such innermost emotions and thoughts.


The lack of sleep was starting to tell on his mind and starting to show to the outside world.Many brushed it off as saying that the strain of governing the state was an unbearable burden and even more tougher when a king has to rule with absolute honesty.for even a small mistake by his staff reflects on him.But dhana knew that the time of reckoning had come and now that people had started to unnecessarily rake up the buried story,he knew that the digging would surely throw muck on his spotless life and character.

Dhana picked up his mobile and called the only person whom he trusted with his soul and with his life but most importantly his character which he was eagerly,aggressively and arrogantly wanted to protect.Even a great man like dhana had a weakness and that was his ego about his actions which he thought were above and beyond reproach.But what i feel and what you feel is totally dfferent.I could say one thing an if you take it out of context and give it your own meaning,then what i have said is now totally different and misunderstood.This childish aspect of dhana to protect his honor was like karna not being able to refuse if anything was asked of him and giving away his life and protection to inira even though he knew it was going to be the end of him.

Balaji picked up the phone and said "hi dhana".dhana told him about his nightmares and how the woman kept haunting him and that now in his nightmares there were other women in the background calling his name and torturing him.Balaji listened to him patiently and said "dhana,both of us know that the woman who is haunting you is arjuns sister who committed suicide.And only you,me and arjun knew that she committed suicide because you rejected her advances.Now because you are such a noble soul that one incident has been haunting you and torturing you ever since.Honestly we both tried talking to arjun who swore vengeance on you for not only losing the elections but also losing his sister,to whom he was very attached to.But it didnt work out for he remained angry although his parents understood that you or me were not responsible for their daughters death.So take some sleeping,get some good sleep and please stop worrying about things which dont matter anymore."

Dhana "well,now there seems to be a new and additional problem with a journalist sniffing around that story and although i have explained to her politely not to rake old and sad news,she is just not getting the message and i am lost on how to handle her.As the chief minister i just cannot get involved with these kind of problems for then other dailies will start and we will have a full blown controversy on our hands.I dont trust anybody else and am not willing to talk about this to even my most loyal ministers."

Balaji thought about what dhana had just said and asked what he must do.dhana " i dont know,maybe you should come back to chennai and find out what quietly what is happening or who is plotting against me.for this to happen now after all these years is more than just a coincidence and we know and dont believe in coincidences."

Now that dhana had asked him to come to chennai,there was nothing more to think or ponder about the issue for balaji knew that he could never refuse his friend,not even if his life was at stake.Balaj " ok dhana,i will see you tomorrow and we will work out how to go about solving this problem.Now that you are the chief minister,i doubt we can meet either at your residence or my house without anyone noticing.so what do we do or where do we meet."

Dhana thought for a second and said " there is a house on ECR,about which nobody knows about and i inherited it from my uncle who lives in thanjavur.He has willed it to me,but it is still in his name and nobody but me and my family know about it.I will message you the address and also get the house ready before you get there."Then he paused for a second and softly said "thanks balaji".

Balaji laughed and said " what is this new habit of saying thanks.I am your friend and will be your friend until my last breath and will do anything for you and you never ever have to thank me.See you in chennai."



The sun had set over the west and in its orange death,flames started lighting up here and there in the plantation by workers who settled in for the night around the fire.Balaji poured himself a glass of rum and stood by the window watching the air slowly become heavy and foggy with the smoke adding to it.He tried to recollect and think who would want to hurt dhana or who would stand to gain by ruining his reputation.But the memory was like the thick fog settling over the plantations,which spread like a green carpet for miles and miles,sloping over hills and valleys.Taking a sip from his glass balaji stood by the window,straining his ears for the folks songs which would carry from the people gathered around the campfires.But someone far away seemed to know the ache in his heart and started lamenting his favourite song from a kannada film MUNGARU MALE.

Mungaru Maleye,Yenu ninna Hanigala Leele
Bhuvi Kenne Tumba, Mugilu Surida Muttina Gurutu
Nanna Yedeya Tumba, Avalu Banda Hejjeya Gurutu
Hejje Gejjeyaa Savi Saddu, Premanadavoo
Yede Mugilinalli, Rangu challi Nintalu Avalu
Baredu Hesara Kamanabillu, Yenu Modeyoo

Oh the first Monsoon Rain..What magic have your drops done
The cheeks of the earth are filled with marks of pearl-like raindrops the sky showered
My heart is full of, the footsteps of her arrival
The sweet sound of her anklets, the tune of love
In the sky of my heart, she sprinkled color and just stood there
Her name written like a rainbow, ah what a spell


Slowly,the tears trickled down balaji cheeks and his thoughts went to her,back to college,back to the only woman he had ever loved,who was no more.He smiled and wiped his tears away and as usual buried his love and her memories deep,deep in his soul for only he and she knew what their love was.And as usual she came in his dreams,running,hiding behind the trees and her chuckle,oh the sound of it.Balaji slept with her every night in his dreams and far off in chennai she came again to torment dhana in his dreams and nightmares.

"I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time, and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last... I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me." Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn


She had lain awake in his dreams.She had come alive in his nightmares.She wanted justice.She wanted acknowledgement.Buried secrets were being dug out of their graves and those that had laid underground would finally see the light of the day.Stories would change and things will never be the same again.

A drunk man arrives late at home.
He knows his wife won't open the door, so he decides to pretend he
bought her flowers & knocks at the door. .
Wife: Who is it ?
Drunk: I bring flowers for the pretty lady. .
Wife opens the door & says: Where are the flowers ?
Drunk: Where is the pretty lady ?

A woman finds Aladdin's magic lamp.
She starts rubbing it and a Genie comes out as usual.
The woman looks at the Genie and asks him to grant her the following wishes:

- I want my husband to have eyes only for me
- I want to be the only one in his life
- I want that when he gets up in the morning I'm the first thing he
grabs and takes me everywhere he goes."

The Genie turned THE LADY into a SAMSUNG GALAXY S4

When you are in love,
Wonders happen.
But once you get married,
You Wonder, what happened.

Hi Satish, thanks for posting Ch. 12.😊
I like how you slowly reveal the mystery in bits and pieces...

So the woman coming in Dhana's nightmares is Arjun's sister who committed suicide while they were in college.
She was making advances at Dhana and she was going steady with his best friend, Balaji? (I read this bit in Ch. 9).
That sounds creepy.
And Balaji still dreams about her while she haunts Dhana in his dreams.
That sounds even more creepy.

Well-written chapter.
Looking forward to Ch. 13 soon...

A Catholic priest, a Baptist minister, and a Rabbi want to see which of them is best at his job. They decide each will go into the woods, find a bear, and attempt to convert it. A few days later they get together as agreed, and the priest begins: "When I found the bear, I read to him from the Catechism and sprinkled him with holy water. Next week is his First Communion." The other two murmur their agreement that he did a very good job. "I found a bear by the stream," says the Baptist, "and preached God's holy word. The bear was so mesmerized that he let me baptize him!" The other two murmur their agreement that he did a very good job. They both look down at the Rabbi, who is lying on a gurney in a body cast. "You know, looking back," the Rabbi says, "maybe I shouldn't have started with the circumcision."

My exciting news for the day...

Unlike most others who would have spent a relaxing weekend today...(I hope)...
I had to go for work.
With silent mumbles and grumbles, I got up and went for work and met a young man with a shark bite on his hand!!

How exciting is that!! I have seen dog bites...I have even seen human bites 😆...but this is my first meeting with someone who came with a shark bite!!
It was a quite deep bite on his hand...he needs surgery because he lost a small tendon of one of his fingers...
but otherwise, he's fine and happy to be alive.
I'm told it was a "small" shark that bit him...
I was so excited on meeting this survivor, I told this news to my colleague, who said..
"That's nothing. Did you hear about the man in China who cut off a snake's head and cooked it in soup...the cut head of the snake jumped out of the pan and bit him. He died!

I didn't believe this story...but it's made international news.
I thought of sharing it here to make your weekend a little bit more interesting!!

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Chef in China dies after severed cobra head bites him
August 27, 2014.

A chef in China cooking a soup dish made from cobra flesh died after he was bitten by the snake's head, 20 minutes after it was cut off, according to British media.The victim identified as chef Pen Fan had been preparing the special dish made from Indochinese spitting cobra, according to theDaily Mail, when the snake's severed head bit him as he was throwing it into the garbage. The chef, who wasfrom the Guangdong province in southern China, died before he could be administered the anti-venom in hospital, the Daily Mirror reported.
A restaurant guest Lin Sun, 44, told the Daily Mail he was celebrating's his wife's birthday when the commotion began.
"We did not know what was happening but could hear screams coming from the kitchen," he said. "There were calls for a doctor in the restaurant but unfortunately by the time medical assistance arrived the man had already died."
Snake expert Yang Hong- Chang, who specifically studies cobras, told the Mailreptiles can function up to an hour after losing body parts.
"It is perfectly possible that the head remained alive and bit Peng's hand. By the time a snake has lost its head, it's effectively dead as basic body functions have ceased, but there is still some reflexive action," he said.
Naja siamensis, or the Indochinese spitting cobra, can grow up to 1.2 metres in length and produce a deadly neurotoxin, according to theUSDept. of Defence.If cornered, the snake can also rear up and spit venom in the attacker's eyes which can lead to permanent blindness.

Shaw Media, 2014.

The severed head would not have bitten him but the chef must have touched or brushed against the fang of the dead snake which still retains poison or the movement of the head must have pushed the poison from the sac onto the chefs hands who might have had a scratch or cut through which the poison could have entered his bloodstream.

What you said is possibly true...
but it's also true that a severed snake head can bite up to an hour after decapitation.
And without any scratch or cut on bare human skin, a snake can take a quick, sharp bite before spreading its venom in the bloodstream.

A bite of a snake is different from the bite of a tiger, which holds its teeth down into the flesh of its prey for a longer time.
A venomous snake uses its teeth differently.

Cold-blooded reptiles have slow metabolism and so their internal organs are still functioning causing them to completely die far more slowly.
Warm-blooded animals have a high metabolism...and this proves to be a significant disadvantage for them in decapitation.
Just a few minutes without oxygen and the mammal's brain shuts down and all their internal organs shut down quickly too.

Essentially, cutting off a snake's head only makes them "mostly dead."
While the body of a reptile and its writhing action is reflexive...much like that of a lizard's detached tail...the head itself will live on for a while.
Why? Because a cold-blooded reptile's brain is still alive and can work with very little oxygen and low blood pressure.
That would give the nervous tissue and brain of a snake the capability to survive in very harsh conditions.

When its head is cut off, a snake "knows" it's going to die...a very slow, painful, agonising death that can last for at least an hour.
And in it's final hour of dying, a severed snake is just as deadly as it was when it was whole...often extracting their final revenge against their aggressors.
The head, and parts of its neck if still attached, can still be alive and some can bite objects that approach them.
Their eyes can follow movement and their pupils can contract and dilate in response to light and dark.
They can blink, and in the cases of snakes and lizards, they can flick out their tongues to test the air for scent.
That means, their ability to see, smell, hear, touch, taste and think can be well-preserved up to an hour after being decapitated!!

This is believed to be the cause of death most recently in China's Guangdong Province.
In that region, Indochinese spitting cobra is a popular ingredient in a local speciality, diced snake soup.
And Chef Pen Fan died last week while preparing this dish.

Chinese believe eating poisonous snakes have huge health benefits as "what does not kill you, will make you stronger."
But this was an unfortunate incident for the chef.

He killed the snake with his own hands.
But eerie post-mortem movements of it's head led to his own death.
That's really creepy!!

One thread and so many knots

I saw a dog with her litter,she was jet black and she was happy
There were five puppies suckling at her swollen breasts
and not one was black and they all drank her white milk
white,brown,one black and white and two of unknown shades
I stood and stared at her and tears of joy rolled down
I asked her who is special and she woofed all of them

I came home and scanned the news on paper and on my monitor
I saw a black surrogate mother for a white couple
I read with curiosity of a oriental surrogate womb for an australian couple

The womb of a mother has no color and in the darkness god is at work
it is only when the new life comes into mans world
that it realises it color,creed and the color of god
Innocence of the womb is lost when it comes into contact with humans
Mother of islam carries her child for ten months
mother of christian carries her child for ten months
mother of a hindu carries her child for ten months
all mothers carry their child for ten months
and yet outside the babies carry poison forever

The womb of mother earth carries everybody and has given everything to everybody
to share equally and live in harmony
but we humans dole out that wealth on caste,creed and religion
The mighty continents were one,once upon a time
they have drifted apart and will once again drift back to rejoin
The himalayas will go,the sahara will be filled with water again
and where will we be i have no idea

The womb of the earth and the womb of a mother does not distinguish
between black,brown,yellow and white
All those colors are in our eyes,in our mind and in our soul