*From To Sathish* - Thread 3 - Page 14

THE CONFESSION

Hi Bob,
This is Alan next door. I'm sorry buddy, but I have a confession to make to you. I've been riddled with guilt these past few months and have been trying to pluck up the courage to tell you to your face, but I am at least now telling in text as I can't live with myself a moment longer without you knowing. The truth is, I have been sharing your wife, day and night when you're not around. In fact, probably more than you, particularly in the mornings after you've left for work. I haven't been getting it at home recently, but that's no excuse I know. The temptation was just too much...I can no longer live with the guilt and I hope you will accept my sincerest apologies and forgive me. I promise that it won't happen again. Regards, Alan.

THE REACTION:

Bob, feeling anguished and betrayed, immediately went into his bedroom, grabbed his gun, and without a word, shot his wife twice, killing her instantly. He returned to the lounge where he poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa. He took out his phone to respond to the neighbor's text and saw he had another message:

THE END

Hi Bob, This is Alan next door again. Sorry about the slight typo on my last text, I expect you worked it out anyway, but as I'm sure you noticed, my predictive text changed WiFi' To Wife'. Technology hey.Hope you saw the funny side of that. Regards, Alan.

oh satish, you woke up early or still awake???

Hi meena,

I am sorry but i am not able to understand your question.If you go by the times of our forum it will be very confusing for i still have to understand what time or which time zone we are following.But i am in chennai and i get up between 3.00 a.m and 3.30 a.m and go to bed by 9.30 p.m.I think this will answer your query but if not pose the question again.Be well.

Chapter 47

"Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with."? Brodi Ashton, Everneath

All of us are heroes.At least most of us who will be inclined to agree with my thoughts and they are mine only and i pass no judgement on other thoughts.

One day as i was seated on the cool sands of the beach and waiting for the sun to come out from where ever it was hiding and with a few dogs all around me i thought to myself life is good and worth living for.Then before i could cover myself the sun blinked and hit me with just its edge of its massive frame.The little light that took eight and a half minutes to reach me hit my face and entered my soul and it struck me that everything was on a journey.every atom in every animate and inanimate object was on a journey and on some hidden purpose.But we humans are stuck with this massive burden of living life knowing we will be here on this blue planet for just a short while.The minute you are aware,i mean really aware that each one of us is going to die is like somebody hitting you in the gut.It is shocking,yes really shocking for then you ask why come,why go,why all these dramas and games,love,loss and pain.

Knowing what we know and still making the most of it is one of the bravest things a life can do.Aware,totally aware of our mortality in this life and in all lives and still not wasting it away and using that time to be a good mother,good father,good brother and sister,good friend and most importantly a good human being who goes out of his or her way to be of use and help to others is the act of a hero.Yes we are all heroes.Even when the source burdens us with pain which we cannot bear and our knees buckle,we struggle,stand tall and hoist the weight and even then in that agony we ask our fellow soul " do you want some help". Now that is an heroic act.Actions speak louder than words.yes,hug the person who loves you rather than say " i love you". If a person is in despair and in grief,throw your arms around that soul and comfort them rather than send and sms,email or whisper " be bold,be brave."




ARE YOU READY

Azhagan stood in the clearing and the spirits gathered around him.Azhagan was more stronger than the last time he had encountered them and that was when he was about to leave for the first time to the mountains where the old master dwelled.Like then he again was on his way back to the master but unlike before azhagan's body and mind were much more developed and were reaching their full strength.He did something which he had not done before and threw his senses at the spirits and closed his eyes and the lights of the spirits bloomed as bright as the sun and it revealed to azhagan that the spirits were excited as well as nervous about azhagan and then one spirit touched azhagan.

He opened his eyes " why do you cloak yourselves with this light and disguise for i am able to see you through them and yet i do not understand what or why you are."

The spirit all but shapeless in the bright light whispered " There is so much more you have to know and understand.We can see that you have become immensely strong but we are waiting for the sign before we reveal our true identities and our true purpose.But we want to make one thing clear and that is we are not the source as you imagine us to be.We are just like you,creations of the source and yet so much more.We request you to be patient and not use your powers unless they are really needed.Use your body and skills of fighting if need be but cover your mind and its incredible powers for even we cannot always be there to protect you from those that are stronger than you and more intelligent than you.Child,it is not enough to be just good and pious but sometimes one needs to get his hands dirty when all else fails.You will learn this and realise this.More importantly even good people will appear bad and bad people will appear good.This is when you need to step back and analyse before you unleash your strength.We wait for you to come back for the time of your real destiny and journey are nearing and cannot be put away."

Azhagan did not say anything but just bowed " what will be,will be and whatever happens i will be and will remain thus."

Whispering this he strode away towards "Sairandhrivanam" and towards his old master.

The spirits of the lights moved towards the one who had spoken to azhagan and looked at him.He turned to them " He is strong,stronger than all of us and that is what scares me for he is so young and could be led astray by people and by his own emotions.But i guess it is too late now for him and for us.like he said what will be,will be."

Azhagan's father spoke thus and the lights stood in silence around their king and stared as their prince went away towards the mountains in the west.

Life moved and weaved herself three new destinies and one had gone towards the mountains.One was going to go towards thanjai for her father and one was ready to strike and was just biding time and for the sign.The sign would come in the form of Appanar iyya who would soon stood before them requesting an audience with the bed-ridden king kulashekaran pandyan.


"The creator stands on his own judgment. The parasite follows the opinions of others. The creator thinks, the parasite copies. The creator produces, the parasite loots. The creator's concern is the conquest of nature - the parasite's concern is the conquest of men. The creator requires independence, he neither serves nor rules. He deals with men by free exchange and voluntary choice. The parasite seeks power, he wants to bind all men together in common action and common slavery. He claims that man is only a tool for the use of others. That he must think as they think, act as they act, and live is selfless, joyless servitude to any need but his own. Look at history. Everything thing we have, every great achievement has come from the independent work of some independent mind. Every horror and destruction came from attempts to force men into a herd of brainless, soulless robots. Without personal rights, without personal ambition, without will, hope, or dignity. It is an ancient conflict. It has another name: the individual against the collective"." Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead

Originally posted by: s.satishkumar

i get up between 3.00 a.m and 3.30 a.m

Chapter 48

"What you are, and who you are should provide greater clarity about where you have been and where you are headed. Although one distinguishes spiritual from physical nature, the ultimate unification of the two is the consequence of the struggle for internal, external and eternal - peace."? T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"


How many days,months or even years has it been since you stood under the night sky in total darkness and saw the universe for what it is and the beautiful sight it is.Last year,january 2014,i was shooting for the film ARIMA NAMBI in HOSUR, and the location was the taneja aeronauticals where the climax of the film was shot.One night or should i say sometime early in the morning at about 3.00 a.m in the morning the whole area went dark due to some power failure and it stayed dark for about half an hour and that was the best half an hour of my life.I stood mesmerised,hypnotised by the night sky and for the first time i saw so many stars that it brought tears to my eyes.Beautiful,so beautiful that i wished i had wings to fly,fly into the stars and wander the cosmos forever.All of us owe it to our souls to make time for ourselves doing things that ignite our senses.take time to walk among the tress,take time to be alone lost in your thoughts and wonder at life and all its intricate secrets and mysteries.Yes,please take time and rejuvenate for right now is just that,right here,right now.live,breathe,rise and fly away to the stars.



Open your eyes,Open your mind


Azhagan passed though the veil and through the dark corridors and into the Hall of knowledge.His master 'old man' as he called him for he had yet to reveal his true name and what he was doing there or had been doing there for a long time sat in a chair, fast asleep and gentle snores escaped his nostrils.
Azhagan thought he would let him sleep and although he was tired from the journey decided to wander through the halls and discover and learn more about the place and why it was here,hidden deep in the mountains.

There was so much to learn and to be aware of and azhagan wondered if he would be able to read and absorb everything that lay around him in one lifetime.A book that lay near him opened itself and azhagan stared at it and closing his eyes opened his mind and understood it was in the language of greece.An old man,with a long white beard and dressed in long and loose fitting clothes whispered,softly and sweetly.He stood near beautifully carved wooden beams and looked across the blue seas and azhagan smelt the salt and the fishes in the water.There was a bowl of olives near him and popping one in his mouth he turned to azhagan and said " protect them,protect us all.They are precious and their worth cannot be measured and all the gold in this universe cannot match their value."

Azhagan " what is going on and who are you.why am i here and not with my mother and village."

The old man whispered " I am Herac***us from greece. i speak,i teach and through you i am still alive.Day by day, what you choose, what you think and what you do is who you become."

Azhagan heard a slight noise behind him and turned to see his master behind him.He looked the same but his health seemed to be failing him and azhagan sensed that he was tired and wanted to drift away with the wind.

Azhagan bowed " master,you called.i am here."

The old man reached out with his right hand and slowly used azhagan's left shoulder for support and both made their way back to the center of the hall.azhagan helped the old man to sit down and then cheerfully dug out some fruits from his bag and offered them to his master.

The old man gently took a few naaval pazham's and popped them into his mouth and closed his eyes and smiled " naaval pazham.Long ago,a young boy offered it to an old woman and taught her about life and raised her knowledge and now again a young boy offers this old man naaval pazham and i wonder what is going to be taught.Child,what you heard from Herac***us is just a drop and there is an ocean of that here.He was from greece and there are many more masters from china,japan and the middle east waiting for you with their words of wisdom and knowledge."

Azhagan " master,there is so much knowledge lying here and only you and i have access to them.Why not take it to the world and spread all of this knowledge rather than letting it lie here,wasting away."

The old man sighed and closed " son,have you heard of NALANDA.It used to be a place of knowledge and education and people from all over the world flocked to it to learn,educate and reach a higher state of consciousness.It was the place for knowledge and it gave birth to many great souls and masters.It lasted for nearly 800 years and only Al Azhar in Cairo (972 CE), Bologna in Italy (1088 CE) and Oxford in the United Kingdom (1167 CE )had been founded before the destruction of Nalanda. Yes,it was destroyed by invaders and they came from the desert riding with the new religion of ISLAM.But hidden were other motives and reasons and most importantly enemies who swore vengeance against people like us and they were against knowledge and the spread of it.A great war has been going on for millenium and even i only have very little knowledge of it.Before your time great men like BUDDHA,MAHAVIR,JESUS,BODHIDHARMA,SILABHADRA asked the same questions and finally joined the fight to save sacred texts,books of knowledge and other works by great minds who have come and gone.
We are here now and i have looked after this place and waited for you to come and now that you have come,i have to go and all this will be yours to look after.You are the guardian of the all these treasures and someday when you have time and when you actually spend years and years with all this knowledge you will learn a lot and then many strange and wonderful secrets will be revealed.But for now there are petty matters that seem to be weighing heavily on your mind and you need to train and master certain skills to sort them out.You are capable of handling them in the state of awareness that you are in right now but the next few days or how ever long it will take for you to learn what i am going to teach will help curb your youthful enthusiasm and also control the hormones that have begun to rage through your body.I realise that i am sounding vague and irritating,but i promise you that it will all make sense and the very same words will echo when you are caught up with matters of heart which always lead to a souls downfall."


Azhagan nodded " i am ready to learn.teach me and guide me master."

The old man giggled in happiness " at last one student who does not talk much or ask many questions and just asks to be taught.well,thank god for small mercies."

The voyage into ancient and current skills in war and fighting began and azhagan absorbed them like a sponge absorbs water.From ancient Greece came knowledge of pankration a style of wrestling and boxing and from the land of china he was taught various styles of martial arts.From rome, he learnt the art of troop movements and archery and from japan he learnt deadly sword fighting skills.

The old master watched in awe and amazement as azhagan learnt,practiced,mastered everything that was there in the hall of treasure in two short weeks when it would have taken a normal man many births to even master one of the arts.He closed his eyes and reached out to the source but azhagan's mind or what made the boy tick and operate could not be fathomed.What piqued his curiosity was that azhagan's eyes glowed with a strange light in certain situations when he was being pushed to his limits.When the strange lights glowed in the boys eyes the markings on his left forearm moved and writhed like a bunch of snakes.

The old man realised that azhagan was beyond even his understanding and that meant there were other forces at work here,forces that were stronger than even him and probably all the other guardians like him.It scared him a bit for he wondered what if it all went wrong for then there would be nobody to challenge or defend against this boy.

The voices of masters long gone and the voices of masters from around the world spoke into the old man's soul and asked him not to worry for the boy was there for a purpose and he had come because the source had willed him thus.

The earlier episode about the naaval pazham was the one between aviayaar and lord muruga where he asks the tamil mudhaati " sutta pazham venduma,sudatha pazham venduma."


"Unconsciously we all have a standard by which we measure other men, and if we examine closely we find that this standard is a very simple one, and is this: we admire them, we envy them, for great qualities we ourselves lack. Hero worship consists in just that. Our heroes are men who do things which we recognize, with regret, and sometimes with a secret shame, that we cannot do. We find not much in ourselves to admire, we are always privately wanting to be like somebody else. If everybody was satisfied with himself, there would be no heroes." Mark Twain

Chapter 49

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of him that brings good tidings, that publishes peace; that said to Zion, Your God reigns! Isaiah 52:7 -----------------King James 2000 Bible


Dargah-e-Hazrath Syed Moosa Shah Qadri Baghdadi (Rahmathullahi Alaihi) aka Mount Road Dargah is a place of healing for it was the place my late grandmother used to drag me when i used to have fainting spells and weird temperatures as a kid.There were times when i use to lay in comatose state for a few hours or more at a stretch and this information was given to me by my family members.There were many a times when people whispered that i was acting strangely and some even put it down to my dead dad's ghost.So my grandmom dragged me to this place called Mount Road Dargah and to get there, a PTC iron cart ( coffin) or pallavan transport corporation duly obliged us and from nungambakkam to mount road it used to cost 30 or 40 paisa for one person.I kind of vaguely remember smoke,peacock feathers,green colors and a man with a really long beard and a skull cap.He chanted something from a book and tied an amulet around my neck and only many years later did i crack it open to find a piece of paper with verses from the koran.Sorry,but i have no clue as to what it said and it has gone on to become dust just as my grandmother has transformed herself and i am pretty sure that man with the long beard has turned to dust.well,not everyone can live for as long as APPANAR IYYA or AZHAGAN'S master 'OLD MAN'.



A message from the light


Maravarman sat on a smaller and less imposing throne and a few feet below the throne and seat of Kulashekaran pandyan.Although the king lay bed ridden he still was the head of the kingdom,their hero and god and this is how maravarman and the people of the pandyan kingdom went about their daily lives.
He was discussing a plan of action with his faithful and personal guards when the palace security chief came up to him and announced that a very pious looking old man was requesting to meet the king.Maravarman wondered what an old man wanted with the king when the whole world knew that he was not well.But when an audience was requested it had to be granted and maravarman thought it must be a person looking for help in his old age and asked the soldier to bring the old man before him.


A few minutes later Appanar iyya came before maravarman and bowed and paid his respects.Maravarman recognised the old man from many years ago when he had seen him with the young boy in the forest when he was returning back to madurai in disguise.He realised that this was not an ordinary man with an mundane request for food or money and that he had come bearing an important message.He asked appanar iyya to be seated near him and asked him if he wanted to rest before they spoke about why he was here and why he wanted to meet the king.

Appanar thanked him for the kindness and respect that he had been shown and gently said that the message he was carrying was for the king alone.

Maravarman " Iyaa,you know the king is not well and i don't want him disturb or aggravate him further for it might make his condition more serious.so if you please,just give me the message and i will decide if it is important enough for the king to hear it."

Appanar smiled gently " i respect your concern for the king but sadly i am under strict orders to deliver the message to the king and that too personally."

The soon to be king and the old man gazed at each other and maravarman realised that it was prudent to grant the old man the audience with the king and decided that he would personally accompany him to meet the king.He requested appanar to leave his belongings in the court and asked him to follow him into the palace.

The sweet voice of thenmozhi singing songs from the holy thirumanthiram reached their ears and led them to the balcony where the king lay lost in her beautiful voice.There were a few of his personal physicians rubbing oils and paste made from herbs on his paralysed arm and leg.

Thenmozhi seeing maravarman and appanar stopped singing and this made kulashekaran open his eyes wondering why the child had stopped singing.Maravarman went near his brother adn king and whispered that an old man by the name Appanar iyya was here to see him and apologised for disturbing him.

Kulashekaran mumbled that he was happy to be disturbed for it broke the monotony of his rather boring life and asked maravarman to bring forward the visitor.

Appanar iyya came forward and with folded hands bowed to the king and the king signaled for a chair to be placed for the visitor to sit .Sitting down appanar looked around and finally his eyes met that of thenmozhi's and he gave her a loving smile.

Appanar " my king,the father and mother of our land,i will not waste time and tire you and so will come straight to the point.A meeting to make peace between us and the chola kingdom has been proposed by the one who has sent me and he wants to know if you are ready for it and will go ahead and meet kulothunga cholan if he agrees."

The king,maravarman and thenmozhi all stared at appanar in shock and amazement but it soon turned to anger and bitter words from maravarman.

Maravarman " peace.peace with that traitor who brought my king to this condition.peace with a villain who burnt down our coronation hall and a legacy of our ancestors.Old man i am sorry to say this but if not your age,then i would not be talking but it would have been my sword doing the talking."

Thenmozhi with tears in her eyes " my father languishes in the prison of the chola king and with him all our generals.how can we talk peace when such atrocity is still being done,right now."

Kulashekaran felt the same anger that maravarman and thenmozhi were feeling,but then he was the king and a leader is not led by his emotions but by wisdom and patience.He angrily mumbled everyone to stay calm and let the old man finish delivering the message.

Appanar " i am sorry for the pain i have caused you all by delivering this message but please understand that from here i travel to Gangaikondacholapuram to meet kulothunga cholan and deliver the same message to him.Please be patient until i come back and tell you what he has to say to the same message."

Maravarman calmed down and after apologising to appanar " can you please tell us who sent you here with this message."

Appanar looked at them " i don't know if you remember him but he said the king will surely remember him."

Kulashekaran looked confused as were thenmzohi and maravarman.

Appanar looked at the king " " rise my king,rise up now kulashekara pandya.rise now for she beckons you and her tears are my tears and seeing her thus breaks my heart."

Kulashekaran's body went rigid in shock and tears sprang into his eyes and he mumbled " what,what are you saying.Is it true for i thought it was just a dream in which lord shiva came from the temple and gave his hand and raised me from the darkness in which i was lost in.Praise the lord."

He asked thenmozhi to come closer and asked her to remove the thick gold chain that adorned him and asked her to gift it to appanar.

Appanar " my lord,my gentle and kind king.Please forgive me for i cannot accept this gift and actually it is i who is supposed to give you a gift,a gift from the boy which will make your meeting with kulothunga cholan go well."

Reaching into a small pouch that was hidden in the folds of his veshti,he brought out a really expensive looking pearl necklace which had a huge emerald and placed it near the king " this object was given to the one who sent me here and it is the one that will bring peace between us and kulothunga cholan."

Appanar iyya slowly stood up and bowed to everyone and started making his way to the exit of the balcony and hearing footsteps halted and turned and faced thenmozhi " yes child.yes it is he who you seek in the sun everyday.It is he who walks from the light with the huge lion next to him.He is here and is not just your imagination and he will come for the time is here."

Thenmozhi blushed,smiled and bent low and touched appanar iyya's feet and he stepped back a few feet and " no child no.You are the queen and soon you will be the pandyan kingdom and i am just a messenger and i do not deserve such respect and love.But i wish you well and i know the land and our people are safe in your custody."


She ran slowly and then with a burst of speed that would put a deer to shame she ran and he ran behind her with her anklets leading him to her.Her slender body was covered by a pure white cloth and her long hair had jasmine flowers entwined in them.she turned smiled and his heart beat faster and faster and then she slowed and leant her body against a tree.He walked gently towards her and she raised her arms and beckoned him and he rushed into them.Hungrily both their lips sought each other and they breathed the same air and were one.the spirits moved into them and though two of bodies they merged into one.


The old man touched azhagan and woke him from the dream he had lost himself in.Guilty and slightly ashamed azhagan looked at his master who smiled knowingly " why are you feeling shy and blushing like the girl you were kissing in your dreams.It is natural to feel what you are feeling and maybe it is also time that you went back to our village for i have nothing left to teach you."

Azhagan " I will leave at first light tomorrow.will you wait for me until i come back."

The old man smiled " child,i have waited for so long and a little more waiting is not going to hurt me.go in peace."


"Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot." E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly


idhazhil kadhai ezhudhum naeramidhu
inbangal azhaikkudhu aaa
manadhil sugam malarum maalaiyidhu
maanvizhi mayangudhu aaa

song lyrics from unnal mudiyum thambi


It is love yes,It is magic yes
I am on fire and yet she burns me more with her eyes
She is like the mirage and yes she is the oasis
Rain on me,put out this fire
Place your lips and kiss me for the pain is real
I thought i knew heaven,i thought i knew hell
but this love is all that and more
so come rushing into my open arms
and be one with me
close the circle and let us be one
for i am stand in the light and yet i feel dark
you then are the light and i am your shadow
It is love,this is love and yes i feel and realise the love

satish


The boy who went into the dark and came back as light.

I am kind of eager and anxious to know what all of you feel about the last few chapters.

Azhagan + Avini = 🤗

Thank you doctor for the views,reviews and thoughts.I am going to start the next part of this story by asking profound and meaningful questions on who is right,who is wrong and what is light and what is dark.
There are sometimes when i am in the dark and i went there to help bring light to those who were in the dark but the world sees that i am in the dark and judges me.To make a wrong,right i get pushed sometimes to do wrong and then what am i,right or wrong.
There is no white or black but gray where both touch each other fleetingly and draw from each other what they lack.i think a perfect balance of light,dark,white and black is the answer.but then that is only my view and thought.