*From To Sathish* - Thread 3 - Page 110

Hi everyone,

three chapters in one day,two chapters in one day and at least one chapter in a day and then the bloody writer does a disappearing act leaving us wondering about what rudran is going to do leaving tihar jail and what Dig arivuselvam is going to do in madurai and most importantly what jeeva and raman are doing or will do if only they stop their constant smooching.

Paavam,polachu pogattum.

Well,i have been really busy with writing the screenplay for a project that might come alive as a tv serial and that meant writing,writing and non stop writing because a deadline has been drawn.

But today,i got so tired with that writing and let raman and jeeva do some catching up.

I wish all of you a Happy Ganesh chaturthi and invoke his blessings and pray to him to shower all of you and your families with more happiness,peace and success.


Shree Vakratunda Mahakaya
Suryakoti Samaprabha
Nirvighnam Kuru Me Deva Sarva-Kaaryeshu Sarvada

Proverbs in a proverbial life


If at times,my words,my stories feel depressing and maybe sometimes touch a chord,then it is simply because it is all true and real.When people come and complain to me about how bad tv serial and the scenes are i think to myself ' are you people telling the truth or are you just lying to yourselves and bitching for the sake of bitching.' I say this,because if you are born a human,then it is nearly impossible to remain untouched by life's problems and believe me they come in all shapes and sizes.

Yesterday,i was at this new found friends place having lunch with them and the lady whose acquaintance i first made through her golden lab Goldie and soon i learnt that like goldie all of them had hearts of gold and then they brought in a new rottweiler puppy,just a month old and well,i had to go and see him and konjufy him and then i began to frequently visit their house and at although at first it was purely for Ryder,the adorable puppy,i began to feel more and more comfortable with their house and importantly with them.

My wife is away in kozhikode and i as is the norm,woke up early and after finishing working on the script ( a few more days and then it is back to our forum) i went to the Mylai kapaleeshwarar temple and prayed to the lord and came back home.

My breakfast of cereal and fruit over,i sat near the window of my flat and watched as many dads with their excited kids going off to the market and my memories went back to the time i grew up in my aunts house and i as with her for nearly 17 years and every year it was me,my aunts son and uncle who went to pick up an idol of lord ganesha and bring him back safely home for his birthday.My cousin sisters used to welcome him home with an aarthi and then i used to carry him in on my skinny legs and honestly i was more interested in the kolukattais and sundal that was being prepared.

I sat wondering about lunch and thought sadly if i would get to eat some kolukattais made at home because the ones you buy in the shops don't taste any good for there is no real love in them,a mothers love.

And then,rajeev called ' amma wants to know at what time you will be joining us for lunch' and i as usual tried to lie and escape with an excuse but i could not and so i joined them for lunch and what a lunch it was and as i ate the vadais,relished the payasam and swallowed the kolukattais,tears gathered not in my eyes but in my soul and i wondered about my life,its journey as an orphan and all the people who took me in and fed me,right from Perry,my anglo indian friend during my 2nd std in saraswati vidyalya,right up to dhandapani and kishore during my days in krishnaswamy school and right up to nandini,sanjay,ram,mohan and k.v.praveen who shared their lunch with me and took me home to feed my skinny and shrivelled tummy.

Even now,gita who we chellama call bajji or padmaja who we call paddy will always pack something for me to take home and how or with what words do i describe them and their actions but with a silent thanks.

And then my cousin sister vanitha who packs enough for an army,each time i drop in to her place for lunch and fills it with not only food but love and grace.

If i sound so emotional in my writings,then it is because so many souls have filled me with their love and kindness and now i fold my hands and give them my thanks and pray for them and their families.

Jannal oram 66


"You're what I've been looking for my whole life, and if you let me, I'll love you for the rest of yours.
Robin Bielman

Raman watched jeeva leave and sat watching the empty chair with a smile and wondered how strange and beautiful love was and that too when you felt you were in perfect harmony with your partner.

His mobile rang and he saw the screen that flashed,one word " sensei" and hurriedly grabbing it,he swiped the screen and said ' good afternoon sir' and Devarajan,global securities head and former DIG of the tamilnadu police dept answered with deep growl ' hi raman,busy?' and raman ' no sir.not now but later in the evening.what is it sir?'

Devarajan's voice changed a bit and raman knew that it was not good news ' raman,i think it is better that you come over to my office and look at the files for yourself.It is better.'

Raman said okay and that he would be there in an hours time and looked at his watch and saw it was 2.30 pm and knew that he would have enough time to go meet mr.devarajan and hurry back to egmore to meet the client his boss had personally requested him to do so.

As he walked out of the corridor and into the parking lot of the high court,he bumped into his friend advocate govind who stopped him with a worried look ' raman,our hearing for the ashok and pramila's case is coming up in a few days and i really don't know what the heck i am going to do with that woman.she wants me to go to delhi and file an appeal with the supreme court if the case goes against her.damn,how can i drop my life an cases and go all the way to the supreme court.so,i suggested that if it comes to that,she should find someone in delhi,better than me.'

Raman ' and what did she have to say for that?'

Govind's throat moved up and down as he swallowed and gulped air in fear ' she threatened me with dire consequences' and raman irritatedly ' dei,govind,come to the point you fool.'

Govind hurriedly ' raman,she knows we are good friends and that our friendship goes way back and she is using that and is accusing me of conniving with you in this case for monetary gain from your client,Ashok mehta,her hubby and is threatening to go and report this to the bar council.'

Raman angrily was about to let loose a few curses ' god,this woman is really weird and has no limits to her angry accusations.'

Throwing an arm around govind ' listen,meet me tomorrow in the chambers before court starts and we will talk in detail and work things out for you.okay.i have to rush for i have an important meeting and i will see you tomorrow.'

Govind stood watching raman leave and as always felt much better and confident after talking to him for the quiet and calm raman had that effect on him and he knew that things would be okay,for raman always came up with a solution for all problems,however complicated they were.

He looked around and spotted Mr.venkatadri on the first floor already waiting near the entrance of the family court who waved happily and govind sighed sadly and looked up at the skies ' crap,here we go again' and waving back to his client with a false smile that he reserved for such clients and which did not reach shine in his eyes walked towards his client who stood in slim fit jeans with sticks as legs and a tight shirt that did nothing to hide his seventy year old paunch,that had grown and accumulated over the decades.

Govind looked around the court and saw all the sad faces who had come for divorces and child custody battles and looked at his client venktadri who was in the process of divorcing his wife nirmala after 50 years of marriage,that had borne them two sons,both married and settled in the modern world of america.

Ventadri had married nirmala when he was 20 and when she was 18 or so and now after 50 years and having achieved the grandfather status,he had filed for divorce and the reason was his new found 35 year old lover,priya or something and also mainly due to the blue pill,viagra that had given new energy to old men and their rusty love making skills and parts.

Venktadris wife,soon to be ex-wife, nirmala was a 10th std pass student,a docile and timid womanm,who had spent her entire married life underneath her husbands dominance in life and in bed and had given him two sons and had known nothing but the kitchen and her pooja room.

And now in her late sixties,she stood all alone with no one by her side and a horny,viagra filled husband who wanted an younger woman in his bed and in his arm as he cruised through all the clubs and pubs and also hubs where men like him and in his age flaunted their conquests in sex and other crass needs.

On hindsight,venktadri was willing to give away,his house and put enough crores in the bank for his ex-wife to live on and all he wanted was his freedom to be with his new found sex-kitten who really was not a kitten but a cat who had been around the block and had seen everything and had done everything,facts her new lover,sugar daddy and soon to be hubby was not aware of or probably did not not want to know of for all he wanted was young ,slim and a sexy body for his needs and it did not matter that he was destroying his wife's pure soul and a marriage of 50 years.

But sadly,in the eyes and in the courts of law,nothing can be done about it and after having been separated for nearly a year,the judgement was going to be delivered today and govind was stuck with the wrong client for he wished he was on the side of right,next to nirmala who was going to be divorced at the age of 68 and would step out as miss.nirmala and not mrs.nirmala venktadri any more but without the youth or zest that the young nirmala had posesssed 50 years ago.

Govind's eyes filled with tears seeing this tragedy unfold before him and he thought ' god,is a marriage only about sex and is it not made up of something more precious and unseen like god and isn't that thing called love.'

"NOT UNTIL I MET YOU

Not until I felt your sunshine,
Did I realize that I had been in the shade.
Not until I saw all your colors,
Did I realize that mine had faded.
Not until I heard your dreams,
Did I realize that I was still sleeping.
And not until I experienced my life with you,
Did I realize that I was barely
Breathing.
Suzy Kassem,

Why I won't celebrate India's independence

Tarek Fatah
By Tarek Fatah, Toronto Sun


Aug. 15 will mark India's 70th anniversary as a free country. That was the day in 1947 when it emerged from its long, dark, winter of almost 1,000 years of foreign rule.

The first invasion of India, with the intent of permanent occupation and destruction of its Hindu ethos, was made by the Arabs in AD 710.

After that came Afghan, Turkic and Central Asian barbarians who committed untold horrors on a largely civilized and peaceful people.

India still lives with the scars of these invasions, but more on that later.

From the 16th century onwards, it was the turn of the Europeans, who ostensibly came for trade, but reduced India from being one of the most prosperous places on earth, to one of the poorest.

First came the Portuguese, followed by the Dutch, French and finally the British Raj, that lasted 200 years. India's independence 70 years ago came at a huge price and left a permanent scar that may never go away.

The 7,000-year-old Indian civilization born on the plains of Punjab and the River Indus, and in the foothills of the Himalayas, would have both its limbs amputated as the price of freedom.

What began in AD 710 as an Islamic attempt to destroy "Hind, as prophesized in Islam's doctrine of "Ghazwa-e-Hind (Prophet Muhammad's war on India) led to India losing the very River Indus it was named after to the Islamic State of Pakistan.

The process of India's amputation began on Aug. 16, 1946, barely a year after the Second World War ended, revealing the horrors of the Holocaust, where six million Jews were targeted for annihilation.

The leader of the Pakistan movement in India, M. A. Jinnah, ordered a so-called "Direct Action Day which ended in the killing of Hindus in the city of Calcutta, to blackmail the secular Indian National Congress to concede to his demand for the "Partition of India."

This so he could carve out an Islamic state, claiming Muslims could not live under the rule of non-Muslims, particularly the supposedly "unclean Hindus.

On that day Jinnah unleashed his thugs in Calcutta to an orgy of death, slaughtering Hindus without mercy. Thousands were killed.

A Hindu reprisal against Muslims is what Jinnah was hoping for and he got what he had planned.

Days before the riots, Jinnah told a press conference, as reported by American journalist Margaret Bourke-White in her book, Halfway to Freedom: "We will either have a divided India or a destroyed India."

Both Jawaharlal Nehru and Mahatma Gandhi succumbed to Jinnah's blackmail.

By the time the massacres were over, few Hindus or Sikhs were left alive in Lahore, the ancient Hindu city believed to be named after "Luv the son of Lord Ram.

While Muslims who moved to Pakistan from India came of their own accord, Hindus and Sikhs did not leave their homes on their own account. Many were hunted down and killed or chased away.

Just two years after the world had said "Never Again, what happened to the Jews in Germany happened to Hindus and Sikhs in the new Islamic state.

It is politically incorrect to say so, but the facts stare us in our face.

On Aug.15, this Muslim Indo-Canadian will not celebrate my motherland's amputation.

I leave that for the fiction writers, who live in the rarefied air where lies are passed off as goodwill gestures.



http://www.torontosun.com/2017/08/08/why-i-wont-celebrate-indias-independence

Jannal oram 67

"Only about 3 percent of animal species are monogamous. A couple of penguins, some otters and a few other oddball critters. To these select few it comes natural to mate for life and never look at another member of the opposite sex. Humans are not part of that little club. Like the other 97% of species, humans are not monogamous by nature. We just pretend that we are.


Raman walked into the large cabin of devarajan,former DIG and who also was his judo master and currently the head of global securities and devarajan stood up and came across the table and raman bent to his waist in the typical martial arts way of paying respect and devarajan reciprocated the same way and with a twinkle in his eye,he threw his right arm across raman shoulders and asked him to sit down and then he too sat down and pressing a button spoke into the intercom ' coffee and also no interruptions for at least half an hour' and looked at raman.

' so ram,all well with you my boy' and raman happily ' yes sir. How are you doing sir?'

Devarajan looked closely and intensely at raman ' so,this is serious' and seeing raman's confused expression and also seeing raman swiftly catching on to what he was alluding and arranging his face not to reveal the slight change in color of his cheeks,Devarajan ' your face answered my question and i hope you will remember to call me for the wedding.'

Raman shaking his head ' sir,you never fail to amaze me and i have no clue as to how you well you know me and catch on what is going on in my life.'

Devarajan wryly ' ram,reading you is easy because you are a very simple,straight forward and a no nonsense person and you wear your thoughts on your face.But i confess that i cannot do the same with the people who come in here or the thousands of criminals,politicians and govt officials with whom i have interacted all my life and still do.They think one thing,say one thing and do one thing and when it comes to those species,i just keep myself open for nasty surprises and secrets and it has served me well.'

' ram,it was high time that some woman nabbed you before it was too late and before you became hardened by the courts,cases and life and trust me,when a soul like you changes,you turn your back on love,marriage and family and lose yourself in work and serving others.Not that it is a bad thing,but for me,i look at you as my own son and i want the best of everything for you.'

The door opened and the secretary walked in with a tray of coffee and placing it quietly on the table near a wall left as quietly as she had come in.

Devarajan stood up and poured coffee into two cups and placed one near ram and then sat down and placing his cup to his right side,picked up a folder and slid it across the table to raman.

Raman looked at devarajan whose face did not reveal any emotion and gently placing the cup to his left,opened the folder and went through the many photos that were in it.Some were tight closeups,but most were long shots and in almost all of them,mrs.Pramila ashok was with another man and in some,they were in the car kissing passionately.

Raman looked at devarajan who smiled ' all those photos were taken in the time of your last visit and until yesterday' and raman's face brightened ' sir,i think this should do for me to negotiate a peaceful settlement between both of them.'

Devarajan held up his hand ' not so fast ram for there is another folder too' and slid another folder across the table and raman opened it and saw it contained photos of the mystery man who was obviously involved with Mrs.pramila ashok.But in the new folder,he was kissing many other women and the total came to five different women.

Raman looked at devarajan ' sir,who is this guy? a romeo,stud?' and devarajan ' look closely at all the women he is with ram,before jumping to conclusions.'

Raman nodding,went through all the photos slowly,scanning all the faces and looked up at devarajan ' sir,all the women appear to be older than this man in the photo.So,is he some kind of male gigolo,a male prostitute?'

Devarajan smiled and then slid another slim folder across the table and ramans eyebrows reached his hairline and he went ' wow! the man does get around' and opening the folder saw the same man with another beautiful woman who was more or less his age and both looked like they were close and seemed to know each other very well.And then he recognised the woman for she was the one with whom his client ashok was accused of having an affair with and he looked at devarajan with confusion.

' ram.that woman is his wife neera and the man is krishnan' and raman looking up sharply at devarajan ' is this woman neera also another conquest of our mysterious stud

Devarajan ' Nothing mysterious ram for they are a jodi,a team and this is their modus operandi.'

The minute devarajan said the words modus operandi,everything fell into place and raman's mind began to piece the puzzle together and he looked up at his master with en expression of sadness and anger.

Devarajan leaned forward and looked directly into raman's eyes ' Both neera and krishnan worked in your client ashok mehtas company and the woman,ashok is supposed to have slept with is this very neera,krishnans wife and who managed to take photos of ashok and his wife in bed and sadly ashok mehta was sloshed and not in control and was tempted into sex by neera who is his personal secretary.Neera quit her job and is now employed elsewhere but krishnan the bandicoot is still working in your clients company and yet at the same time making his moves on pramila ashok.'


Raman closed the folder and devarajan could see he was like a seething volcano ready to explode and then raman sadly as he remembered ashok mehta crying to him that he still loved his wife and wanted to save his marriage,looked at devarajan ' So,all this drama was just for money.This whole idea was orchestrated by this married couple for the sake of money.god,what is this world coming to.'

Devarajan ' ram,it is money and lots of it for your client ashok mehtas property is worth 100 to 120 crores and that is just a rough estimation.'

Raman sighed ' so,both ashok and pramila were played and made to dance like puppets on the whims of neera and her husband krishnan.

Devarajan nodded ' sad but true and just stop and think as to how many people have been duped and how many marriages have been wrecked by these two and other like them.

Raman's eyes twinkled ' okay,two can play the game' and devarajan nodded ' yes,my boy.It is payback time and you decide how you want to end this game neera and krishnan have started.'

Humor me


The cobra went into the burrows and also slithered into small anthill mounds in search of rodents and soon decided to stay there.Suddenly it felt cold and warm liquids raining into the mound,its home and wondering what the heck was happening,peeped out and saw to is amazement,people falling to their knees and worshipping it with folded hands and they prayed ' naga raja,nagamma' and the cobra thought that it was wise to stay inside and leave when all the commotion died down and then later in the evening it slowly slithered out and went its way but to its shock,some of the very people who had worshipped it,chased it throwing sticks and stones and finally it was trapped and as the stones smashed its body and it was taking its last breath,it whispered ' nagaraja,nagamma' and god appeared and the snake asked god why it was being killed when it was just living its life without any problem and doing its thing and that it found it confusing that yesterday friday they had bathed it and drowned it with milk and today saturday they were killing it.

God smiled ' if you ever find the answer as to why humans are what they are,then let me know,my whats app number is( obviously i can't tell you for it is unlisted).But importantly, friday is a good day while saturday is not for Shani does not spare anyone.'


The goat and the chicken were being dragged away for slaughter and they saw the cow and its calf safe in their house and the goat mother and the hen yelled and screamed and 'lo and behold' god appeared in the form of Modi and they begged him to save their lives and also asked him why the cow was being spared and given preferential treatment.Modi ' milk,cow gives milk.milk making butter,ghee,curds,paneer and buttermilk.Milk very important and useful.'

The goat shook its head ' but the cow makes the milk for its calf and i too make milk for my children.so what is the difference between my milk and the cows milk.'

Modi smiling ' economy.demonitization and brahmin rules.'

The hen who had remained silent until then ' sir,you speak about Brahmin but what about the rules of Brahman who said all lives are created from his and that in his eyes all of us are equal.'

Modi lost for an answer ' but you see,politics,vote bank and my RSS,SHIV SENA,BAJRANG DAL and other Hindutva movements force me to do all this.'

Humor me


While haryana and punjab were burning,Dera Sacha Sauda Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh was being taken away to jail after being convicted for 20 years for raping two of his female devotees.Just as this news was being blasted by all tv channels into your psyche,strange news about hundreds of his male followers being castrated filled the air and soon men from all over the world came live and spoke about them being castrated and apparently it was done to keep the female followers safe in the ashram.

But,wait,for if that is so then why didn't the chief Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh castrate himself or lead by example?

Satish,you moron,if he castrates himself,then how will he rape all his female followers.

so,then why did he castrate nearly 400 male followers?

obviously,probably they were better endowed and better equipped or probably just for the heck of it and just to have a laugh about it.( probably has all those castrated parts in some hidden museum).



Honestly,i mean honestly,i had no clue as to who this cartoon figure was and then as the news filtered into my rather naive and dodo brain,i realised that it was the same guy from those hilarious "messenger of god" movies or called shortly "MSG"

Dera Sacha Sauda is supposed to have 46 ashrams all over the world and with 6 crore followers.followers of what,MSG HERO,RAM RAHIM or they simply flock to get castrated.I think these men who got castrated simply deserve what they go,sorry what they lost for just following this cartoon.

Political support from the congress,Bjp and what more do you want.

But,lets us forget all that and rather dwell on the psyche of all these followers or followers of many other messenger of gods who grow beards,sit naked,dressed in saffron and say profound sanskrit verses and that is it,for they are worshipped,seated on gold and silver thrones and you voila, a cult is born,an economic empire is flourishing worth thousands of crores income and guess what the govt has to say " all the best" or " all is well"

But i say,well done,for as long as you have brainless,stupid followers who follow mindlessly and get themselves raped and castrated there will always be new gurus,new premanandas,nityanandas and all performing their well practiced acts of cheating and misleading these,crap,i should really sit and think of a new term for those who follow such gurus.

if you leave your thinking,your god given brains at the door along with your footwear and enter into the world of these dubakoors,molla maaris,mudichavukis,porampokkus what better can you expect and you should not for you bloody well deserve all you get.


Arivuketta mundangala,ungalluku vidivukaalame ille.Neengellam eppothaan thiruntha poreengalo.

Jannal oram 68

It took Raman nearly half an hour to get back to Egmore to his law firm Rangachari and associates and the time was nearly 5.00 pm and the company secretary Jennifer aka jenny informed him that there was a gentleman waiting to see him in the Den and that the boss had told her that he was leaving on an urgent matter and that if someone named shreekanth came in,he was supposed to be seated in his cabin and not in the area reserved for new clients or for that matter any clients or nay visitors.

Raman whistled and jenny whistled and nodded and lowering her voice ' i have been in this firm and this is only the second time that a man has been allowed to enter the den when the lion is away.So,that means this person is very important and it means personal,very,very personal.'

Raman ' personal and important right jenny' and jenny ' ram,personal in the books of our boss krishnaswamy means that it is a step higher than important and it means matters of the heart and so young man, tread carefully.'

Raman ' jenny,you are scaring me.Come on,it is just another client and another case and haven't we seen enough in this firm' and jenny ' that we have romeo and after you finish up,you are going to tell me about this woman who is in your life' and brushing his cheek with her fingers,winked and went back to her cabin.

Raman stood thinking and wondering what it was about himself that revealed to everyone that he was in love.

Folding his shirt sleeves,he went up to the bathroom and quickly washed his face and then drying it,buttoned his sleeves back and entered the cabin,the den of krishnaswamy iyer and the man who sat calmly turned and flashed a smile and stood up and raman saw the sadness that shone through the man's handsome face.

Raman extended his hand ' good evening mr.shreekanth,i am raman' and shreekanth with a deep but sweet voice ' hello raman' and raman asked him to sit down and enquired if he wanted to have a cup of coffee or tea and shreekanth said no and then hurriedly ' i am sorry raman for being here to meet you much earlier than we were both supposed to meet.My child is not well and so i am taking her to see the doctor and i have left her in the care of my elder sister preethi.'

Raman with concern ' sorry to hear that mr.shreekanth.If you want we can do this some other time for then you can take care of your child and we can meet afterwards.'

Shreekanth ' it is okay raman.thank you for making time to meet me an krishnaswamy uncle told me you were the best in the firm and that too when it came to matters as delicate as i find myself in.'

Raman with a smile ' thank you mr.shreekanth,but believe me when i tell you that all the lawyers here in this firm are good and probably better than me.'

Shreekanthr looked at raman and then sadly ' onnu puriyala.After i lost my wife,life seems so complicated and confusing and i feel lost and yet i have to live for my daughter for she has nobody else but me.'

A life,a moment,a page,a story

Story.Stories.They have always fascinated me,these passages in books,great novels that talk,sing and whisper about life,love,death and loss and yes,sacrifice.Self sacrifice as great souls let their lives be burnt as candles for the well being of the ones the loved and wanted to protect.That one line in the story of christ as told by whoever,whenever is enough,yes that one moment when jesus,brutally beaten,a spear driven through his side and with a stakes driven through his ankles and palms looks up into the skies and whispers with his last breath' father,forgive them for they know not what they do' or the other story of mahatma who after being shot many times by godse whispered ' hey ram'.

I am a dreamer,a day dreamer for i see,read stories in all the people i see and interact with for in their faces,in their wrinkles,sad smiles,lost looks buried in their eyes,desperate to bubble and erupt.

Great stories have travelled through me from the time i was a child to now as a well worn adult and i am the story teller of all those who are locked,trapped in my soul and memory as they were young,innocent and they sing through me their stories and each time i stand a mute witness to the rising sun in the gathering light of the morning dawn as darkness withdraws from the light,i stand on the sands raising prayers to the rising sun to all who dwell,deep in my wellspring of my soul.

I stand in the morning light,warming them,baking them in the gentle auras and let loose them as newborns in my words and thoughts that i pen rather type.Well,sadly as a mother and a father to these stories,i confess some do well and some are born differently abled and soon flicker out.But they come back as another form,as another thought and they do better.

Stories,great stories from english novels were my best friends and companions and i struck a lifelong relationship with them and i had the privilege of meeting them in my 4th school during my 4th std in krishnaswamy matriculation school,sterling road.

Those years,yes those few years i spent in krishnaswamy school were some of my best for although the standard of education was not great,the library a rather large,dim cavern was where i spent a lot of time for it was haunted,yes truly haunted by the spirits of mark twain,thomas hardy,thomas hughes,bronte sisters,thomas eliot and dickens.

I must have read Tom browns school days,the adventures of tom sawyer,huckleberry finn,david copperfield a dozen times and like them i too acted out my disdain at life,authority and like them i too roused and stoked my wandering spirit.wandering spirit my arse,more like a ship without an anchor or a shore to come home to.

I sat with my director friend Elavarasan in the large office of Zee telugu and there i was talking to the creative head and her team and it was not me talking for rather the giants whose spirits i imbibed all those years ago as a ten year old in krishnaswamy school.

I cast my eyes around for tom sawyer and david copperfield were running around and i saw it was me doing all the running around and i closed my eyes and thought to myself ' sati,when did you grow up? where did all the years go off to so quickly?' and i realised that i had become a story myself.My life was unfolding as a story.

The five year old who came to madras as an orphan to live with his aunt was like one of those dickens characters from england and then all the pet dogs bow bowed and reminded me that they too were alive through me and so the story goes on.

The same rising sun
The same yellow moon
I sit near the window,the same soul
And yet the sun and moon look new
And they smiled and whispered
Not us child but you,your soul
For it rises new,with new eyes and new thoughts
I sighed and sat watching the sun,moon and stars
I sat and thought amused with myself
kathaiyum jannal oram,naanum jannal oram

Same old story,same old emotions,same old love and yet it is comforting this known roads,known songs for they strike a chord,touch a nerve and yes and they remain very comforting.

I have seen that however big and expensive the buffet is in large hotels,nothing can beat curd rice and potato fry and kooda konjam chips ille lemon pickle.

Full tummy,watch vadivelu comedy for sometime and just laze in a trance with ilayarajas romantic hits in the background.Ithu pothum enakku,Ithu pothume,verenna vendum ithu pothume.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPJL0RClTPM

Mazhai varuthu Mazhai varuth kudai kondu vaa

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nORiUfQq-1Y

Nee Pathi Naan Pathi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iHaGBhKlcY

Kadhal Kavithaigal

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1OvB31idpE

Vaa Vaa Anbe Anbe

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yh46vd2LCjU

Thoongatha Vizhigal

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KjAw0fj7Avk

Raja Raja Chozhan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kvp_nPOrXc4

mandram vantha