*From & To Sathish* - Thread 4 - Page 34

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Vijay Bhasakar,Tamil Nadus ruling party's youth wing leader and son of the state finance minister Durai murugan was walking making small talk with the other members of the group and they were headed towards the Palam airport's baggage carousel.

The name " Palam" is not much in vogue although the Delhi airport was originally called that and still does by many of the old timers and regular fliers and in the minds of people like us in down south " Engeyo ketta kural,ille.".Delhi airport generally means,both the domestic section which is called the " Palam airport" and the international section of the airport which is called the " Indira Gandhi International Airport" after our late prime minister.

Baggage carousel might sound fancy the conveyor belt on which your luggage is brought in after it has been removed from the belly of the plane that you flew in and is not much used around these asian parts of the world. For us it means " Luggage rack,beltu,luggage belt or luggage collection place or even luggage merry go round."


Iyaaswamy,an old party member and a constant presence around these kind of trips made to the capital and abroad looked at the slightly battered small suitcase that the young Vijay was picking up from the Baggage carousel and enquired " Thambi vijay,that suitcase looks like it has seen better days and maybe the days when Gandhi was still around " and preening and smirking " i mean Mahatma and not Indira.So,why are you still flogging that old and rather paavam looking suitcase."

Vijay looked at his rather odd looking suitcase " Sentimentu and also safety anna."

Iyyaswamy shook his head and wondered about the youth and their way of thinking " Thambi,when you come to places like this,we should be konjam stylish and carry ourselves with respect.Starting from our clothes,suitcase and phones,all should be trendy,branded and expensive.All that only adds to our status and respect."

Twirling his rather bushy growth of a meesai " I myself am not very familiar with such names and brands and it is my grandson who does all the purchasing for me.The suitcase in which i brought along my things is some foreign brand and very expensive and it is called " LOOSU VUTTAN" or something."

Vijay stared at the senior party member and wondered if he was really a loosu,when Iyaaswamy hurriedly " Kannu,what do i know about all this fancy names and brands for i grew up on " VIP" brands of luggage.But,times have changed and i am trying to be trendy and latest."

Vijay nodded respectfully and straining his eyes,tried to locate this brand of suitcase called " LOOSU VUTTAN" and failed and then out of courtesy and manners,waited for the belt to go around and around and bring the ministers luggage.

He himself was only carrying a small suitcase which held two white shirts,dhotis,an old faded jeans and a couple of linen shirts and the other regular stuff and daily needs.

While this was going on,Vijay noticed that the other passengers were collecting their luggage and that the belt was more or less empty and in the distance,he caught a glimpse of a small carrybag coming towards them alone and worn out.

Vijay who was on the lookout for this strange " Loosu vuttan " brand of luggage could not help noticing,Iyyaswamy hurriedly reach and grab the rather paavam looking piece of carry bag and hide it behind his legs and then both in silence kept their vigil on the baggage carousel.

Hearing his name being called,Vijay turned to see Deputy chief minister O.Panneerselvam walking towards him with his own personal mobile held in front of him and vijay hurried to meet him " Anna,what is it?"

OPS looked at him in curiosity " Nothing,just your dad on the line" and looking at vijay's shirt pocket and empty hand,enquired " Where is your mobile phone?"

Vijay hurriedly grabbed his shirt pocket and not finding his phone knew instantly that it was lost and that he must have either left it behind in the seat or it must have fallen on off somewhere else and slightly embarrassed and ashamed of losing his phone,looked sadly at his leader " Anna,i must have lost it somewhere and i think i know where,in the pocket of the seat in front of me.Sorry for troubling you."

OPS smiled at him with great affection " Vijay thambi,do you know how many mobile phones i have lost over the years.Don't ask for it is really shameful."

Handing his mobile phone to vijay ' it is your sister Kavita on the line.Talk to her and i will inform the authorities about the loss of your phone."

Just as vijay bhaskar began to talk to kavita,OPS looked at iyaaswamy " Enna,iyaaswamy anne,why are you still here?" and iyaaswamy looked at him guiltily " Luggage varale thalaivaa."

Deputy chief minister O.Panneerselvam looked at the old handbag that the older man held slightly hidden behind his legs and pointing to that " appo athu enna."

Iyyaswamy " athu onnu ille thalaivaa,ponjathi saapadu pack panniirukkan.Konjam kozhi biriyani and thayir saadham."

OPS looked at the older man and shaking his head called his personal secretary and informed him about vijay loosing his mobile phone and then began to march towards the assembled press people and tha AIADMK MPS who were chanting AMMA'S name and began to talk to them as they garlanded him and welcomed him to delhi,palam airport.


Vijay answered the call " Hey kavita,what is so important that you have to call me on the OPS annas phone.I thought that you were driving off to vellore for the womens wing function."

Kavita patiently but with anger tinged voice " i did try calling your mobile but it was switched off and Raman insisted that i contact you immediately and inform you not to step out of the hotel in the night and more importantly not to go anywhere without security."

Vijay's normal reaction to these words of requests would have been to brush it and shrug it off but the mention of Raman made it a different matter all together and he respected the man's instinct and thoughts.

" Okay,understood and tell raman that i will call him once i reach the state guest house.Listen,i have to go now and i will call you,hopefully on my own mobile if i happen to get it back or from the phone in my hotel room.Thank raman and all the best for your function."

The loss of a mobile phone will break a person to shed tears of frustration and desperation but then Vijay was not a normal person and telling himself that he would have to be more careful in the future,now turned with patience and a growing sense of anticipation of meeting this rather funny range of luggage.

After a few minutes,Vijay turned to the senior party member,Iyaaswamy " anne,there must be a problem or maybe the luggage was misplaced for it does not take so much time for a suitcase to reach us.so,it is better if we go and report it to the authorities and see what can be done.


The Indigo lady like the plane was dressed in blue and white and flashed a pleasant smile at both vijay and iyaaswamy and assured them that the luggage if misplaced would reach them by evening and then profusely apologised for the mistake and delay.

Suddenly and much to their delight and shock,she switched to pure Tamil and spoke to vijay " Mr.Vijay,if you are what is to come for Tamil nadu,then i am sure my state and people are in good hands.All the best sir."

Vijay pleasantly thanked her and before he could even turn to iyaaswamy who stood rather depressed and weary about his luggage being misplaced,jumped to the counter " Ammadi chellam,neen en pethi mathiri,please find the luggage or my wife and grandson will kill me with their naggings."

In a begging voice,he confessed " Amma,they forced me to buy this brand of " Loosu vuttan " suitcase and it cost me nearly 30,000 rs.I usually buy something in mylapore or royapettah for that suits me and my budget.so,please amma,find my suitcase for me."

The other indigo employees slowly crowded around their colleague who was helping vijay and iyaaswamy,when poornima,the female employee looked at vijay first and then at iyaaswamy and then back at vijay " Loosu vuttan,honestly is that the brand of suitcase.Do you have a photo of that suitcase."

Iyaaswamy grinned and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and then paused and pointed to it " Latest model of I phone and then showed some selfies and other pics that he had taken with deputy chief minister OPS at the chennai airport just before their departure.

Poornima looked at the pic and the brand and then looked at vijay " LOUIS VUITTON."

Vijay's eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped and he stared at poornima " Loosu vuttan.Right i get it now."

Redemption 276 A drink before war


The reason for Rudran's arrival to New York were the paintings of his ancestors and the man in whose possession they were in was at that very moment sitting at the head of a large oak table,with a half empty vodka bottle in front of him.

Boris Vanya or " Boris the little" as he was called was not little at all and stood a gigantic 6 ft 10 inches tall and weighed nearly 320 pounds and all of that was mostly bone and muscle with a little pound of fat thrown in into that mix.Even seated,he towered over all of them and rumors were that soon he would be heading to Europe to take over the Russian mafia operations there and that he had been promoted to that post by the top brass of the Russian power,which simply met " Putin."

The 12 members of the American Russian family sat waiting for Boris to speak and all of them kept their eyes downcast foe they did not want to catch his eye not while he was in this mood.Even in normal times at best,Boris was as mean and vicious as a snake that is going to shed its skin and now that an imminent was was about to break up,Boris and his moods would be worse than hell itself.

Boris vanya poured himself another large shot of vodka from the Stoli Elit Himalayan Edition bottle which was quite expensive and cost nearly 3,000 dollars per bottle.Even with nearly half a bottle of expensive vodka inside him,his hands remained steady and so were his eyes too and they watched all those who sat in front of him.

He whispered softly " If you men think that this Vodka i am drinking is expensive stuff at 3,000 dollars a bottle,you are wrong for let me tell you that i have drunk vodka from a bottle,for which descriptions such as "expensive,priceless" become meaningless."

All the 12 men sat erect and in full attention for it was a rare thing for Boris to speak to them directly for all orders were given via telephones and so this was a rare and unique occasion to hear their boss speak and that too make small talk about such mundane stuff as Vodka.

Boris looked at all 12 of them with his mean, Pig like eyes and taking a large gulp from the glass " the most expensive vodka in the world is made by the world famous fashion designer Leon Verres and his brand of vodka is the most expensive at 3.75 million dollars,per five liter bottle and it is rightfully called "Billionaire Vodka."

Boris looked at the awe and shock in his men's eyes and nodded " That was exactly my reaction on hearing the price of the then newly launched brand but then i was offered a glass by " The Man" himself when i was in Moscow on work and let me tell you that it is worth every dollar that was paid for the case and i mean,12 bottle case."

The 12 Russian mafia men that controlled the US operations shook their heads and did the math and the amount 45 Million dollars had all their eye ball popping out of their sockets.

Boris whispered " 45 million is small change to the man who is worth more than 45 billion dollars all though i think it is nearly 250 billion dollars and it is to this man all of us report to in the end and it is this man who called me to find out what the f**k is going on in New York?"

He downed the glass of its remaining vodka and gently placed his massive hands on the table and all of them could see the tattoos that showed him to be Russian boss and at the top of the food chain.

" Now,i want each of you to tell me what they think of this situation and how you would proceed in this situation."

He looked at the man who was his next in command and who sat at his right " Peter,comrade,speak."

Peter without hesitation " Boris,we strike and we strike hard at these Latin bas***ds who were behind the attack on our place and who killed our men."

This idea was reflected by all 11 men but the youngest and newest member who was still new and had flown in from France after a few years of running the operations there.

If Boris and the others thought Ivan,the 12th member would be a nervous wreck and scared to face the formidable Boris Vanya,let alone speak his mind,they were wrong for Ivan stood up boldly with his average height of 5ft 5 inches and spread his hands ( as if to indicate if all of them had suddenly gone bonkers) and then locked eyes on the giant who was his boss " Boris,i think it would be better to gather all the information of what has happened and then make our move,but not before then.Everything is circumstantial and we have no proper idea if it was the Latin gangs who attacked our comrades or if there was somebody behind them for then they should be the ones in our sights.

But,if we launch a mindless and vengeful attack on the Latin gangs,then we will be putting our whole operations in America at risk.The current political situation between Washington and Moscow is a bit murky and the last thing we need right now is to antagonize the Trump Govt who is looking to for a scapegoat out of whom to score cheap brownie points.Let us not give that joker the means or the opportunity to hurt us and let us first gather all the information about the attack and then we can take a decisive step which will make our enemies think long and hard before moving against us."

Boris the little and the others sat listening to Ivan lay out a plan on how to go about it and grudgingly everyone seemed to concur with his logic and immaculate planning.

Boris with appreciation in his eyes complimented him " ochen'khoroshiy ivan" ( very good Ivan) and flicked his fingers and the man who stood in the shadows approached Boris who whispered something and the man looked at him as if meaning to ask " are you sure" and boris stared at his hesitancy and the man gulped and turned around and quickly went to the kitchen and came back with a large package in a thick and high quality brown paper bag and gently placed it on the table and left to take his post at a discreet distance.


All the men at the table stared at the package and wondered whose head had come to visit them in their afterlife and were surprised when Boris signaled to Ivan " molodoy ivan, prikhodite i vypolnyayte chest" ( young ivan,come and do the honor.)

Ivan stood up and boldly went up to Boris and opening the cover lifted the large bottle out of it and displayed it proudly to everyone.

All of them but Boris the little stood up and clapped loudly at the large bottle that Ivan was holding up and then they slowly began to close up and touched the bottle of vodka that was called the "Billionaire Vodka" and then the man who had brought the bottle returned with a large tray filled with empty crystal glasses.

Boris Vanya stood up,towering over them and addressed them " Gentlemen,i am sure most of you would have heard the whispers and rumors of me moving to Europe soon and yes,they are all true."

Then with a smile that would make a king cobra run and hide in fear " But what you don't know is that,Ivan here is going to take over after i leave.This 3.75 million dollars bottle of vodka is my going away gift to all of you.But,i am not going until this problem has been resolved smoothly for i do not want to go to Europe in disgrace and with a tainted record.No,never.So,lets drink now and enjoy the drink for soon we will be going to war and there will be no drinking then." privetstviye ivan i pozdravleniya" ( cheers Ivan and congratulations)


Ivan carefully and expertly opened the 5 liter vodka bottle and gently began to top all the glasses that were on the table and then placed the bottle on the table and picking up one glass offered it to Boris who nodded and took it and then everyone reached for their glasses,eager and filled with anticipation for it is not everyday that you drink from a 3.75 million dollars worth vodka bottle.



Boris calmly watched his men drink to war and crime and then reaching for his mobile,tapped a number from memory and slowly moved away from the gathering and went into the tiny study that also served his need for solitude.

The call was answered and Boris Vanya greeted the man he had just called " Hello special agent John Kelly."

Vodka-A companion piece

Vodka was never meant to be a luxurious liquor. It has been a staple in the lives of Slavic people since the Middle Ages, and in recent years has became a profitable export for the region. The word itself stems from the slavic word voda, which literally means water. If that doesn't explain the significance and commonplace of the substance in Slavic cultures, I don't know what does.

In the modern era, a bottle of vodka has solidified its place as the cheapest and arguably easiest ways to get completely wasted. It's a plain liquor, often best served alone or with ice. In many ways, it reflects its lexical origins: vodka is the water of alcohol. Just like water, a good vodka is completely inoffensive, has a neutral taste, and doesn't burn on the way down.

The beverage has also secured its spot in popular culture. As the primary ingredient in extremely popular cocktails such as the Cosmopolitan, Bloody Mary, and vodka tonic, it has become a mandatory edition to any bar. As vodka gained popularity, it started to become referenced in film, which in turn gave way to even greater popularity. In James Bond, the famous line, "shaken, not stirred is in reference to his iconic vodka Martini. In The Big Lebowski, the Dude's drink of choice is a White Russian, a mix of vodka, cream, and coffee liquor. It has surpassed all of its humble beginnings, and with a rise to the spotlight, it has been subject to much experimentation.

Redemption 277

He fed in fear and reached the silent fields
And howled his heart out, trying in vain to speak.

Ovid, Metamorphoses

Karma means action, work or deed and it also refers to the spiritual principle of cause and effect where intent and actions of an individual (cause) influence the future of that individual (effect).Good intent and good deeds contribute to good karma and future happiness, while bad intent and bad deeds contribute to bad karma and future suffering.


Now as a man is like this or like that,
according as he acts and according as he behaves, so will he be;
a man of good acts will become good, a man of bad acts, bad;
he becomes pure by pure deeds, bad by bad deeds;

And here they say that a person consists of desires,
and as is his desire, so is his will;
and as is his will, so is his deed;
and whatever deed he does, that he will reap.

Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, 7th Century BCE


FBI Special Agent John Kelly recoiled as if a massive bolt of lightning had struck his body leaving him paralysed and unable to speak or move and the description was not wrong for hearing that creepy and scary voice and remembering the face behind it did feel the same way or maybe even more worse than being hit by a lightning bolt.

" John,special agent john kelly,you of all people should know that karma comes back for its pound of flesh and so here i am Govt man and like Shylock,i want my pound of flesh,now,at this moment."

FBI Special Agent John Kelly was tired after the night and processing the scene and killings both in Manhattan and in Central park and had come back home only an hour ago and was in the bathroom shaving for he was required to go back and head the investigation that the FBI was handling with the help of the New York police dept.

" What do you want Mr.Boris? I am tired and i am being totally honest.I have not slept from yesterday morning and have just returned home for a bath and change of clothes and i will be leaving shortly.So,please call me in a few days time and we will talk about my karma and how i am going to pay it off."

Boris vanya chuckled and to Agent John's ears that chuckle,an attempt to be casual and funny sounded like the growl of some monster just before it devoured its hapless victim.

" Agent man,you should know that i am not in Las Vegas and i am now in New york and have been here for quite some time."

FBI Special Agent John Kelly's only reactions was " Oh! Good for you and welcome to New York.Now,please get to the point and let us finish this conversation for i am really in a hurry."

" John,John Kelly,you will be wise to spare time and listen to my words carefully and i mean it for it could boost your career in a huge way."

" Mr.Boris,please spare me the sarcasm and get to the point.You are a Russian hoodlum and a criminal and i am a FBI Agent working for the united states Government.Yes,i agree that i f**ked up and lost a lot of money in that card game in Las Vegas,but that was many years ago.I have the money and i will pay it up as soon as you give me the account number to which i have to transfer it."

Boris vanya laughed in that strange way and which sent shivers down John Kelly's spine and then the mobster spoke " John,listen to me carefully.I,meaning we have known that you were surveilling and watching our Manhattan brothel and i know that you are the lead for that investigation and for the killings that took place last night."

FBI Special Agent John Kelly " What,you are aware?"

" Shut the f**k up and listen to me very carefully.I am going to ask you a few questions and you will answer me honestly and if i am satisfied,then i will not call you again and i will consider the debt owed to us as paid.Do you understand me John Kelly?"

FBI Special Agent John Kelly was reeling in shock and was too numb to say anything " I will take your silence as a good sign.

Who killed my men? Which South American drug cartel was involved in the killings and what is the situation with Gennady my man who was handling that Manhattan brothel?"

FBI Special Agent John Kelly took a deep breath " Boris,as of this moment,only one of your men is alive and has been arrested for questioning apart from the prostitute,Kristina."

Clearing his voice,that had squeaked and quaked in fear " Gennady is dead and we found his body a few houses away."

" John,How was Gennady killed? How were my other comrades killed and how many were involved in the attack on my place?"

" All your men except Gennady were shot dead."

Boris snarled in anger " Shot,shot how? And how many of the attackers did my men take down.I need you to whats app those attackers pics after this call."

" We found no evidence of who or how many men were involved in the attack and killing of your men."

" Don't play games with me Agent John Kelly.All my men are Ex special forces soldiers and who had served in hell holes and taking them down is near impossible and that too without them killing their attackers in return.So,stop screwing me and tell me the facts."

" Boris,i repeat,we found no blood or trace of the attackers and like you,my own special forces men are still trying to come to grips as to who these attackers were for their skills were nothing like us or yours."

Boris Vanya took a few moments to grasp john kelly's words and still not could not make sense of it " How is that possible? How is it possible to take down 11 of my men and not be killed or even hurt by them fighting back? I don't believe it."

" You better believe it Boris for that is the absolute truth.All your men were dispatched by perfectly placed head shots and your main man Gennady was dispatched with Neck tie."

Clearing his throat,FBI Special Agent John Kelly continued " I will send you the photos and you can see for yourself.But remember your word that my debt is as of now paid and is done with.I owe you nothing.Bye."

John stood leaning against the basin as the steam came of in waves and fogged up the room and mirror.

He logged into his laptop and carefully transferred photos of the previous nights crime scene and dead bodies and then sent them to Boris on the number he had just called.


Closing the laptop,john folded his hands and sat watching the afternoon sun vainly tried to warm up the northern hemisphere but to no avail.


Boris vanya's mobile phone flickered and photo after photo began to enter his mobile and with each photo he began to realise that matters were more complicated than he had imagined for strangely not only were his men dead but so were the Latins who he had thought had a hand in his men being brutally attacked and killed.

Although only in his forties,Boris Vanya still had nearly 30 years of experience with the Russian mafia and he knew one thing and slowly getting up came back to the table where his men were in the process of finishing the vodka from the 3.75 million bottle that was named " Billionaire vodka."

All of them including Ivan saw the look on his face and immediately fell silent for they knew that look and it meant trouble and more importantly it meant Business and that meant work and killing.

Boris gave the mobile phone to Peter his right hand man and asked him to take a look at all the pics that had been sent by FBI Special Agent John Kelly and asked him to pass it to everyone but also ordered them to keep their thoughts and opinions to themselves until spoken.

The phone passed on and on and it finally came to Ivan who took one look and looked up from the pics and stared at Boris who was at that moment staring back at him " Ivan, chto ty delayesh' iz fotografiy?" ( Ivan,what do you make of the photos?)

Ivan without hesitation " Special forces and i mean real special and this kind of lethal attack can be done only by a members of a few countries,American,Israeli and our very own Russian soldiers."

Boris sighed wearily " Right and they had to have been out of the world special for our men were Russian special force veterans themselves."

Boris poured himself a large shot of vodka and looked at it " Comrades,somewhere out there,someone is making a move against us and they have come well planned.But,we know that even the best plans have leaks and one of them will chatter out some vital information.That is all we need to pick up the trail of these men who have dared to launch an attack against us and against our entire organization."

He poured the entire glass down his throat and it blazed a trail of fire down his insides " our time will come and when it comes,we will be ready and waiting for them.We will kill them and then we will kill every member of their families and after that no one will dare even raise a whisper against us."

He looked at all of them " Get to work and use all your sources to gather information.Bribe,cajole,threaten,maim but get me the information that i need against this team of special forces that have dared to move against us."

Far away,Rudran stood up for he was ready to step out into the streets of New york and begin his hunt for the men who held the paintings of his Ancestors and unlike yesterday,he had a plan for today and that was visiting the Christies auction house at Rockfeller center and trying to find a way to get the information on who had anonymously put up the ancient paintings for sale.

Jannal oram 243


When you come to the capital, you might often hear the words Delhi,Old Delhi and New Delhi. This can get quite confusing if you're not from those parts and especially if you are from down south or from another country all together.In fact,i have actually heard people wonder why Prime minister Modi is tolerating Arvind kejriwal in his cabinet instead of kicking him out.Well now,guess how long and how much energy you need to inform these particular souls that Arvind kejriwal is the chief minister of the union territory called Delhi,while Prime minister Modi is the democratic leader of the India.

Old Delhi and New Delhi are only two faces of the same coin. There is no boundary differentiating the two. They're more like two zones of the same state.

Delhi has been the capital of India for centuries, even though it was never officially declared so until just after Independence. Any other state could have been the capital, but Delhi had to be it. It has that majestic aura since the time of the Mahabharata. According to scriptures, Delhi was called Indraprastha at that point, and it was the capital of the Pandavas (sons of Pandu). This period dates back to about 3000 BC. After the Pandava reign, Delhi passed on to many rulers and dynasties.

The story of Old Delhi and New Delhi begins at the time of the rule of Mughal emperors. To be specific, it starts with Emperor Shahjahan. According to history, Shahjahan shifted his capital from Agra to Delhi in 1639. The state was already significant back then during the reign of his grandfather Emperor Akbar, and Shahjahan always wanted to be as powerful as him. Therefore, he re-shifted his capital and named it "Shahjahanabad.

Shahjahan was also a lover of architecture. Therefore, during his reign, many mosaic and magnificent monuments were built. Many of these still stand today as a testament to his incredible reign. Some of these are Taj Mahal in Agra and Red Fort in Delhi.

The most famous market in India, Chandni Chowk, is in Old Delhi. Chandni Chowk translates to the lane of moonlight. It got its name because, during the time of Shahjahan, this lane was a canal. It always glimmered at night from the moonlight and looked gorgeous, thus the name. It's bustling with people even today. In fact, sometimes it's so crowded that you can't even see your legs among the crowd of people shopping there.

Other major sights in Old Delhi are Red Fort, Jama Masjid, Jain Mandir, Sheeshganj Gurudwara. Another nearby place is Raj Ghat (the burial memorial of Mahatma Gandhi).

Fast forwarding to the British era now. The British entered India through Calcutta. Because of the extensive sea link in Calcutta, they could easily enter in the disguise of foreigners just coming for trade purposes. It was only at the time that they slowly started taking over each state that the Indian kings realised what was happening. But it was too late by then.

Soon after the British oppression began, the British shifted their capital to Delhi as well. This move significantly increased the status of Delhi. But when they came here, they didn't build their offices and structures in Shahjahanabad (although this is after the reign of Shahjahan, the city was still called by that name). Instead, they chose a major part of the state and a British architect, Sir Edwin Lutyens, himself redesigned it. They called their capital "New Delhi.

New Delhi became synonymous with power and prestige. It was the hub of political power at that time. It still is.New Delhi speaks a different story altogether. When you get out from the Indira Gandhi International Airport, know that you're in New Delhi. With high rising buildings, extensive metro facilities, and impressive structures oozing British architecture, New Delhi is truly a metropolitan city. Every important building that you see in New Delhi was made by the British and not many changes have been done.

Some major sights in New Delhi are India Gate, Rashtrapati Bhavan (House of the President), Parliament House, Akshardham Mandir, Bangla Sahib Gurudwara, Qutub Minar, Lotus Temple, Humayun's Tomb and much more. The majority of these were built by the British.

Vijay bhaskar stood with his hands folded in front of him,patiently and with a polite and pleasant smile and watched as the AIADMK MPS kept garlanding,cheering,chanting and welcome deputy chief minister OPS to new delhi.As always,a few of them garlanded vijay too not just because he was Tamil nadu's finance minister's son but also because he was the current youth wing leader and also a person who was said to be the party's next generation leader and future chief minister.

Vijay humbly accepted the garlands with a smile and thought and wondered how many were advance bookings for seats and tenders for the future.

The whole gathering left in dozen or more Toyota Innovas and headed to Chanakyapuri,New delhi and towards the Tamil nadu state guest houses which had now been renamed as " Podhigai Illam" and " Vaigai illam " and the move had been harshly and loudly criticized by many and among them DMK leader Stalin had been very prominent.

The current head of DMK and opposition leader had tried his best to bring about the fall of the AIADMK from power and usher in elections after the death of the ruling partys leader " Amma." but to no avail and also there was no repeat of of 1987 when the death of the late MGR had left a vacuum and a deadly struggle between his wife janaki and Jayalalitha.

February 1988 will be remembered for it was the first time,armed police entered the state legislative assembly to bring law and order.President's rule was imposed until 1989 and then DMK came to power and lasted until 1991 when their government was dismissed for their links to LTTE who had just assassinated Rajiv gandhi and thus jayalalitha swept into power in 1991.

The death of " AMMA " in december 2016 again led to chaos,vacuum and high drama as chief minister OPS resigned with tears saying that " CHINNAMMA" SASIKALA and her goons had attacked and man handled him and forced him to resign.

But then the supreme court threw a spanner into the already existing chaos and confusion in Tamil nadu and convicted a dead " amma" and a living " chinnamma" and off went sasikala to bengaluru to have ragi balls that is karnatakas staple diet.

EPS came to power and Koovathur and t.t.v dinakaran rose to fame and then more hell broke loose as the 1988 state assembly riots and fights were again repeated and beamed live across the world and everyone saw what was and what was not.

Stalin and DMK rather than using this golden opportunity to rise to fame and to project a calm and tolerant image,instead joined the rampage and chaos that ensued and to the shock of the public,many DMK MLA'S were seen on live tv,pushing the speaker of the house from his chair while they took turns to sit and take selfies.

I think at that crucial moment,DMK and stalin lost a chance to redeem themselves and instead painted themselves as goondas and rowdies.

A grand buffet had been organised at ITC Maurya and the lunch went on for a long time and late into the evening and by the time vijay reached his room in VAIGAI ILLAM,he had no energy for anything but just to throw himself on to the bed with his head resting on his entwined palms and stare at the pure white ceiling and wonder if it was the same as the canvas of Tamil nadu politics.

For,the death of " AMMA" had left her AIADMK party running around like a headless chicken and only the strong hand and support of Modi and BJP had kept them in power and also now had them hiding inside their skirts and shadows.

Stalin had thought he would regroup his party and launch a new attack through sterlite,jallikattu but all of them failed and just when they began to rally once more,their leader Kalaignar died after having led the party for nearly 70 years,starting from 1949 to 2018.

Vijay stared at the white ceiling as if a painter was staring at an empty canvas wondering what to paint and how to start it.

He knew that the next few years would be a huge struggle for both the parties as both lacked a charsimatic and dynamic leader,although stalin did have an edge over the rather ordinary EPS and also over OPS whose name was linked with corruptions and scandals that ran into thousands of crores.


He did not know when he had drifted away into a deep and restful sleep and only came awake hearing the telephone ring and answered it.

The manager of the state guest house whispered softly " Sir,there is a lady here at the reception who wants to meet you."

Still half asleep,vijay answered " what lady? i am not expecting any lady?"

There was a moments silence and vijay could hear the manager say to someone,obviously the lady who was wanting to meet him and then a clear and chirpy voice spoke in tamil " Vijay sir,this is poornima."

" poornima,who and from where" and the lady answered " poornima sir from Indigo airlines."

" Oh,hi poornima,i am so sorry,please forgive me for i am still groggy from a deep sleep."

Then vijay suddenly fell silent and wondering what she was doing here " Poornima,may i know how i can help you and why you are here?"

" Sir,we found your mobile phone sir and i wanted to hand it over to you personally and also wondered if you were free to go out for dinner with me tonight."

Vijay blushed,he really blushed red and lost his voice and squeaked as the good looking poornima's face came before him " Dinner,dinner.But it is only 7.30 pm and i need some time to get ready."

" Sir,is that an yes for if it is so,then i will wait in my car for you to come down and also plug in your mobile to my charger."

Vijay's fog cleared and his deep voice returned " Okay then,give me ten minutes and i will be down.And thank you for finding and bringing back my mobile.Bye."

Vijay placed the phone back in its cradle and sat still not knowing what to think or feel for this was the first time in his life that he would be going out with a woman and he had absolutely no clue as what to do,say or go about it.

He next did what any brother would do and called his sister Kavita,who after finishing the opening of the new women's wing office in Vellore was just reaching krishnagiri for the unveiling of a statue of their late leader " AMMA" when her mobile rang and seeing the delhi std code,smiled for it could only be Vijay and answered " Enna mister,you still have not got back your mobile."

" Not yet but it is at this moment down in the lobby and in the safe keeping of a lady called Poornima who has also asked me out for dinner."

Kavita burst out in laughter " Mobile oda serthu,date vereya.Anubavi raja,anubavi."

" Kavita,my legs are shivering in fear and i have no idea what to do or what to wear."

This declaration only sought to arouse the protective feelings that a sister had for her brother and more like a mother,her voice softened and she whispered " Viji kanna.You are the most kindest and softest soul that i know of and my advise would be for you to remain that way.Don't change,not for a woman and not even for god.That is your strength and that is your beauty.Take it easy and just chill and be cool."


Brother heeded sister's words and vijay quickly showered,shaved and exited his room dressed casually in a black linen shirt and a faded blue jeans and feet encased in grey crocs.

Poornima was waiting in the lobby and both exchanged hi's and left the parking lot and inside the car,Poornima unlpugged vijay's mobile and handed it over to him.

Vijay gently thanked her and shyly looked away and poornima thought to herself " Poor man for it is obvious that he has never been out on a date and looks stuck for words and moves " and reversing her small car,exited the parking lot of state guest house and headed into the slick and posh New delhi.

That night of October 2018 would be remembered for two significant events that would change the future of Tamil nadu politics and both would involve brother and sister,the two children of Minister Durai murugan.

Redemption 278

"In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse. Saki

WCC-WHITE COLLAR CRIME
ROC-RUSSIAN ORGANISED CRIME

White-collar crime is a nonviolent crime committed for financial gain. Securities fraud, embezzlement, corporate fraud and money laundering are examples of white-collar crime, and these acts are usually investigated by the FBI, the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) and the National Association of Securities Dealers (NASD)

The fall of the Soviet Union brought about the fall of emigration restrictions for Russian people, who took advantage of this by traveling to North America. For example, in 1988, before the Soviet collapse, there were only 3,000 U.S. visas issued for Russian nationals, and shortly after the collapse, in 1992, the U.S. issued close to 130,000 visas to Russian visitors . The U.S. authorities were not prepared for the WCC that followed. For instance, a 1998 study demonstrates that Russian immigrants were especially associated with WCC, as those law enforcement agencies who interacted with Russians, reported that 53% of arrests were for fraud based crimes (1998).

Semion Mogilevich, a famous ROC boss with an economics degree, discovered in 1995 the poorly regulated Canadian stock exchange was easy entry into the North American market . First, Mogilevich gained access to the world financial system by acquiring control over Inkombank, one of the largest private banks in Russia, in a secret deal with bank chairman Vladimir Vinogradov. This secret deal harkens back to old-time Soviet era corrupt practices and reinforces how corruption is the backbone of ROC culture. With access to world financial markets, Mogilevich, moved in on the Canadian and American market. With respect to the Canadian market, Mogilevich, introduced the YBM Company he originated in Pennsylvania, U.S., in 1995, first to the Alberta, and then the Toronto stock exchange (Ibid). Listed as a manufacturing firm with global facilities the stock was touted by Bay St. as the new big thing. Unfourtunately, the reality was YBM was nothing but a shell, with a listed address of a small space in Pennsylvania that would not be able to hold the 165 listed employees or produce the 20 million in reported sales . The end came in 1998 as YBM was indicted and plead guilty to mail fraud and securities fraud, yet the damage done by YBM will never be accurately accounted for. What is known is half a billion dollars of market capital simply disappeared over night, with reportedly, billions more made by ROC manipulating the stock at their convenience . Incidentally, Mogilevich, was also behind the 1999, 7.5 billion dollar money laundering operation conducted through the Bank of New York, one of the two largest in U.S. history . Mogilevich is a prime example of a highly educated individual who entered ROC by using his educational expertise to commit WCC, enabled by historic corruption practices, which he used to legitimately institutionalize himself into the financial world.


It is public knowledge now that Interpol lists the Russian mafia as the number one perpetrators in all crimes related to art theft and forgery of famous masterpieces.Many a famous gallery are now slowly and rudely being awakened to the fact that in fact most of the art that they had bought or sold recently were fakes of the highest kind and that they had fooled even the most talented Art detectives with their quality.

" Or did they " wondered Rudran as he stood staring at the The Christie's facade at Rockefeller Center.

For the world,Rudran appeared as a lean man with a small pot belly of some unknown Asian origins,with a baseball cap over his head and a thin white moustache that encircled his mouth with a white goatee.

The middle aged Rudran shuffled slowly and when the security men at the entrance looked at him with concern,he smiled painfully and said " Big prostate,much pain,slow,walk slow" and entered the exquisite interiors of Christies auction house.

The security men shook their heads and spoke loudly " Indian tourists and their English.Maybe their accents were one of the reasons why the British fled from India in 1947 " and burst out in laughter.


Rudran heard every word that had been spoken and felt happy that his new disguise was working and proceeded to the reception and enquired about getting an appointment with the person who was in charge there.

The young lady,dressed smartly in grey suit looked at the middle aged Rudran " Sir,you know that is nearly impossible and even if it was possible,it would require an days,weeks of advance notice.So,i am sorry that i have to disappoint you in your request.Please do call us and make an appointment in advance for that would save you and us a lot of trouble."

Rudran looked at her with a very patronizing expression " Ma'am,i am sorry that i was not clear enough with my request.Let me put it this way and that is i have some vital information concerning the 13th century Indian paintings that were displayed a few days ago and are soon to be put up for auction."

The receptionist whose name was Emma stood looking at the middle aged man who had just dropped a supposedly bombshell on her lap for which she was not in the least qualified and so,held up a hand and said sweetly " Sir,could you please wait for a moment while i see what i can do to help you."

Rudran turned away and the receptionist quickly pressed the buttons for the extension number that would connect her directly to the office of her boss, Madeline smith and just from that noises of the buttons being pressed,Rudran knew that the extension number to the top gun was 1044 and rearranging his expression to that of a average joe,he looked expectantly at the receptionist who informed him to sit down while someone came down to check out and verify him and his apparent reasons.

Rudran was made to wait for nearly ten minutes,which he put to good use as his eagle eyes scanned and absorbed all the entries and emergency exits in the building and slouched in the pure leather cushioned chair as a normal middle aged man would do.

He looked up to see a well dressed man in a suit and who was accompanied by two large and lethal looking security men and getting up slowly,went with them and into a large cabin on the 2nd floor.

The two security men waited outside the cabin and the suited man pointed to the chair " please sit sir" and went around the table and sat himself down.

" Sir,my name is Edward masters.May i know your name and the purpose of your visit here."

" Mr.Edward,i myself Rajagopalan,a so,so art expert.My main area,i liking is 13th century Indian art.I seeing the photos on tv and luckily i am in new york,visiting my relations.So,i think,i come and meet and talk about these paintings."

Rudran groaned and moaned and pulled out his rather torn and beaten wallet and removed an ID card and pushed it across the table and Edward picked it up and saw that the ID matched the man who sat in front of him.

" Very good Mr.Rajagopalan.Please,tell me quickly how i can help you or rather what help you can give us for that is what you told Emma the receptionist."

Rudran aka Rajagopalan suddenly held his tummy and groaned and looked pathetically at Edward who sat across an original teak table from 17th century France " My prostate enlarged,Painful and always going urine."

Pretending as if he was trying hard to manage the pain, Rudran looked up at Edward " the reason i here in front of you is the paintings are all duplicates.In your words forgery,fakes and i myself can prove it."

Anytime an art dealer hears the word fake or forgery in connection with their art that is going for sale,it sends tremors of shock and horror through their establishment and Edward froze and he hurriedly leaned forward " Fake you say.But they are original masterpieces.I am sorry but you are mistaken sir."

Rudran gasped in pain and pointing to his kidney region " Sorry Mr.Edward,i am wanting to pee urgently.Please where the toilet here."

Edward masters cursed under his breath and wanted to reach across the table and choke the old man to death and resignedly pointed to his private bathroom and the man called Rajagopalan stumbled and shuffled and entered the bathroom but rudely and crudely left the door open.

Edward masters hurriedly picked up his mobile phone and whispered something and even from the bathroom,Rudran heard the name which Edward used with a tone that was mixed with respect and fear and the name was " Mr.Boris."

Rudran made groaning noises from the bathroom and heard Edward say " Okay Mr.Boris,i will try to keep him here until your men are in place.Okay sir.Thank you sir."


Boris vanya turned to peter,his right hand man " peter,there is a small bug at Christies that is ruining my day.Please go take care of it and see that it does not bug me anymore.Some old man from India who might just hurt our sale that is happening tomorrow and i don't want any such problems at this moment for we have our hands full with this killings of our comrades."

Peter took just two men to handle this old man called rajagopalan when in fact he should have brought an army along and even then it might not have been enough for the man they were setting out to wipe out was smiling to himself at this sudden stroke of luck that had come his way.

Rudran thought to himself " Mr.Boris and he is sending me some gifts which are absolutely welcome for once i open them up they will begin to sing merrily and will tell me where i can find this Mr.Boris and through him my paintings."

Edward masters suddenly became very courteous and kind and got up and began to fuss over Rajagopalan and poured him a cup of coffee and also placed a few cookies that just magically vanished and all that were left were crumbs on the old man's shirt.

After about twenty minutes,Edward masters stood up and showed Rajagopalan the exit for he had just been messaged that the men were in place and were ready for the old man.

The so called old man rajagopalan slowly shuffled his way out of christies and shuffled his way into a slightly deserted road and Peter and his men laughed and observed " eto odin glupyy starik( that is one stupid old man)."

The black tinted windowed Toyota Corolla screeched to a halt and all three men got out in a hurry to grab the stupid old man and end his story,if possible right at that spot and make it look like a robbery gone wrong and which had sadly ended in tragedy.

This was a news that was most common in America for the older generation were the most easiest to prey on and dead or alive,they were not a major concern for the predators or for the police.

They two men that peter had brought along grabbed the old man from behind and roughly turned him around but they were surprised to see a handsome face smiling at them and he spoke " Welcome and thank you for making my job easier."

For the two men,the last thing they saw was the two palms of the stranger bunched and racing towards their throats and even before they realised that they were moments away from death,the man moved and chopped sideways at the neck of peter who was just about to pull out his hand gun from its chest holster.But it was too late.

Rudran dumped all three into the huge boot of the Corolla with the still alive but unconscious peter on top of the now dead comrades.

A minute and a few seconds later,the black toyota with black tinted windows smoothly slipped away and vanished into the now fast advancing twilight.

Rudran's mind scanned his knowledge about the layout of New York and quickly decided on Harlem for that belonged to the Black ghettos and an area no outside dare venture into.But then Rudran was no outsider and he was something much more.

Jannal oram 244




Nearly five minutes had passed and yet he had not spoken a word and poornima not able to take it anymore asked him " Vijay sir,Have you ever been out on a date with a woman?"

" Please,Poornima,it's just Vijay and No.This is actually the first date and the first time i have been out on my own with a member of the opposite sex."

Vijay saw the strange and weird look that Poornima flashed him and smiled good naturedly " weird yes but then you have to take into account my family and its political background and then you will truly understand that saying " Goldfish in a bowl."

" But vijay,what about your life and time apart from politics and the needs of your party and its members."

Vijay sighed and at that very moment,the car came to a halt at a traffic signal.He looked at some of the couples on the two wheelers and stared at the women who boldly and lovingly had their arms around their man who was riding the bike and turned to answer poornima and blushed realizing that she had caught him staring at the couples on the bikes.

" Sorry,i apologize and i admit that it is rude to stare at people for it is an invasion of their privacy and their personal bubble.But,i just stared at them out of envy and at the same time wondering how my life would have been if i had been born to an ordinary and average family that is far removed from all the harsh glare of the limelight and every movement being monitored by the press and tv."

Poornima waved her hand as if to brush away his guilt " It is human nature to see,to stare and envy and when you are living in such crowded cities,there is no escaping others from staring at you,be it benign or malevolent in nature."

" Yet,people should learn and adapt to new courtesies and way of manners and should not stare and that too openly in a manner that makes the other uncomfortable.It is at these moments that words such as " Privacy,personal space,personal bubble" take on more significance and weight."


The lights fell green and poornima drove straight for a km or so and then slowly turned left into a compound over which a soft neon light subtly proclaimed " Hidden Paradise " and just when Vijay began to wonder if he had erred by coming out with a girl he had just met that morning and now they had come to a place called Hidden paradise,and then her noticed to his relief that the drive way soon opened to a large parking lot that was filled with cars and buzzing with life.

Poornima touched his arm gently " Vijay, Relax,i know who you are and i know what your life is and i promise not to put you in any uncomfortable position.This place belongs to a friend of mine and she and her family run it and the reason i brought you here is because they serve great food and i bet that it will surely be better than the one you will get in the state guest house."

Vijay nodded,slightly embarrassed at being caught out with his thoughts and together they walked through a small lawn and then climbed over a tiny bamboo bridge that bridged the gap between the lawn and the entrance into the restaurant.

A tall and well built young sardar was behind the reception table and was speaking on the phone and taking down bookings for tables for later that night and he looked up and catching sight of Poornima and vijay,broke into a huge beaming smile that can only come from the heart,like all things that have to do with life and love and placing the pen on the ledger,came around and enveloped poornima in his massive arms.

Then much to vijay's surpise,the sardar spoke in flawless chennai tamil " Ennadi,enge poyitte.How many days have passed since you came home to visit us? " and then he hurriedly grabbed her by the arms " Invitation kedachutha?"

Poornima nodded happily " Got it and i am so happy that you and bhavani are finally getting hitched."

She then turned to Vijay " Meet my cousin brother Bunty ganesh " and then looking at her cousin " Bunty,meet Vijay bhaskar from chennai."

Vijay put out his hand and whispered softly " Hello Mr.bunty" and bunty instead of taking the proffered hand,threw his gorilla arms and embraced vijay in the same manner as he had just donw with Poornima and vijay gently hugged him back.

But even the gentle and loving embrace of the happy Bunty was like being squeezed by a massive Vice and vijay found it difficult to breathe and poornima tapped her cousin and threatened him in pure Punjabi " Bati,tu mere dosata de jivana nu daba'a denda haim. Mainu apane haindabaiga nala apane sira nu sujana tom pahilam usanu jana dio."( Bunty,you are going to squeeze the life out of my friend.Let him go before i smack your head with my handbag).

Bunty quickly stepped back and began to profusely apologise to vijay who now knew how a sugarcane felt as it was pushed through the machine that brought out the juice from its body.

Poornima looked at vijay and warned him " if you think bunty is strong,wait until you meet his dad,Babloo and you will catch an immediate flight out of delhi and never return."

Bunty looked at poornima " in or out" and she replied " Out dummy.The october weather in delhi is just about bearable before it becomes bone chilling cold by november."

Bunty led them through the well lit restaurant that had about 50 tables and nearly all were full and with families and their children.

She tapped him " Vijay,now you know the meaning of " Hidden paradise" for a family place like this in delhi is becoming rather rare and i might even say unusual."

Vijay bhaskar nodded " True poornima,family and friends are everything and they are what make this hell on earth possible and turn that same hell into heaven and paradise."

Bunty led them to a large dimly lit lawn that had only ten tables or so and all of them were two seaters and all of them were empty.

There was soft instrumental music playing in the background and the whole ambience felt very cool and relaxing.

Bunty looked at both of them " Wine or cold beer" and vijay looked at poornima who looked at bunty " dei,thadi maadu.We are all from chennai,so cold beer obviously and maybe something heavy afterwards."

Bunty beamed and said done and left and soon came back with two green bottles of Heineken and carefully topped their glasses and serving them said " Enjoy people and i hope you have a great time in paradise."

Poornima raised her glass and vijay followed suit and both in unison said " cheers to us and to namma tamil."

Vijay's mobile buzzed and placing the glass on the table,he looked at poornima " kavita and that's a whats app video call.

Dramatic reality about a drama called life and love


Shanmugam was tired but sleep refused to take him in his arms and lull him.The bed he was sleeping on with his wife next to him was imported from america,the cot that the bed and they were on was specially made from burma teak.The house in which he lived was worth a few crores and some.He was a successful businessman,a member of all the top clubs in the city.His son Raghu who would be ten next month went to the best school in chennai but was not doing so well in his studies and as for his wife on whom he bestowed many expensive gifts so often seemed withdrawn and remote all the time.It had been so long since he had slept well and he couldn't understand why.He worked from morning 8 to 10 in the night.He smoked heavily although he knew smoking was bad for his health.He knew he had to give up smoking but he kept postponing it for a fine day.

Lying awake,shanmugam heard a noise and not knowing where it came from he slowly peered around the room but finding nothing he came out of the room for he didn't want to wake up his wife.searching and finally reaching the dining hall which had a dining table that could seat 24 people he found someone sitting at the head of the table.Scared,surprised and confused but wondering who it could be he slowly approached the person who turned around and looked at him.The face strangely familiar to shanmugam who knew he had seen this person somewhere.Mustering courage he asked the stranger who he was and the stranger replied " i am your angel and i have come now to take you back".shanmugam not understanding what this stranger meant by those words muttered,"angel,taking me back,but where to" .The angel replied calmly " back to where you came from and where it all started."

Shanmugam angrily " what are you blabbering?you better leave right now or i will call the police and have you arrested".The stranger with a angelic smile " shanmugam,i know you better than your shadow knows you.Remember the time when you stole money from your father's purse to buy cigarettes and booze,the time when you cheated in your exams,the time when you lied to your wife about work in bombay and slept with your best friends wife in a resort on ECR,the time when you bribed a government official to get a contract for your company".Shanmugam stood frozen in fear and squeaked " who are you?really please tell me the truth" .The stranger " Like i said, i am your angel,keeper of your soul,taker of your soul when your time is over in each life.I have journeyed with you from the time god created your soul,protected you when it was needed,i acted as your conscience and have now come to take you back for whatever the creator has prepared you for".Hearing this shanmugam finally realised the stranger was the angel of death but couldn't understand what he was doing in his house and talking about taking his soul with him.He thought " i am just 40 years old and have so much more to do and live for and surely i can't leave just now".

Trembling with fear,shanmugam asked the angel " how much time do i have before you take me " and the angel replied "one hour and the countdown starts now".Shanmugam who had always taken pride in his intelligence and strength to cope with whatever life could throw at him was at his wits end and was stuck for an answer.He knew for certain that the angel would not wait a minute more than the hour he had given him before taking his soul and wondered " what can i do in one hour,how many people can i wish goodbye to,what do i tell my son on how to live his life,with what loving words do i tell goodbye to my wife how do i express my love for her".

Shanmugam at that moment realised,that it had been ages since he had sat with his family for dinner,it had been ages since he had hugged his son and played with him,it had been months since he had held his wife tenderly and had made love to her.Then shanmugam thought about his parents whom he hadn't seen in nearly two years for they lived in their native village near salem.In fact it had been five months since he had even spoke to them over the phone.He had kept postponing all this for lack of time and due to his busy work shedule.

Shanmugam closed his eyes and realised that tears were rolling down his cheeks and actually felt happy to be crying for he was not a person given to weakness and had always thought crying was something that only women and weak people did.The tears that flowed down his cheek actually made him feel more alive than he had felt in all this years.At this moment their pet labrador called Goofy padded upto him and placed his head on his thigh.Shanmugam realised that goofy was nearly four years old and only remembered seeing him when he was a tiny pup.He had been brought as a birthday present for his son and that is all he could remember of the pup and that day.shanmugam's tears fell on the dogs face who whined and gave him a gentle and loving lick on his hand and shanmugam thought at least i can say a proper goodbye to goofy and hugged the dog tightly and kissed his soft furry head.

Jannal oram 245

I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men; they are far superior and always have been-William Golding

Vijay knew from the crowd surrounding Kavita's car that she had reached Krishnagiri and yet the clamor and roars of greetings were background noise for he could her very well and also see her very well and not surprisingly his sisters first question was " Dei,how is your first date going?"

Her voice carried to Poornima too and Vijay blushing like a young boy " dee,Why are you embarrassing me by revealing to the world that i am on my first date? Go and finish up your party work and i will call you later in the night or you call me."

Kavita smiling " pass the phone to your date and let me say hi and introduce myself " and vijay hesitantly handed the phone to poornima who took it and also with none of the hesitation or embarrassment that her date was displaying and boldly and pleasantly said hi and both women introduced themselves.

Kavita stared at poornima " you want to know the secret to my brothers heart.It is nothing but Butter chicken and tandoori rotis.Put that before him and he will transform into your slave and puppet."

Poornima laughed " well kavita,then my instincts and heart were both right for i have brought him to a place whose kitchen is supposed to have the best punjabi food.Don't worry,i will feed him and then we will see what is what."

They said bye's and then kavita told vijay ' viji,i am leaving my mobile in the car and so i will be out of touch.All the best brother and i hope your evening and date does you good.Bye."


Vijay stared at the mobile even after the call had ended and poornima in a soft voice " It is obvious that both of you care a lot for each other.So sweet and really touching."

" Yes poornima,we are very close and we talk and share everything and that is how our relationship with our parents is too.Total democracy in our house and we can speak our hearts and minds too."

Taking a sip of the cold beer and with a twinkle in her eyes " So vijay,how is your first date experience until now?"

" Good and i confess i am having a great time."


Then vijay looked up to see Bunty coming with a tray holding two more chilled beers and with him were a middle aged couple and it did not take long for him to understand that the huge giant of a sardar was Babloo aka Rajinder singh and the lady was obviously of tamil origins and vijay knew that she must be poornima's aunty and hence her son Bunty being the cousin brother.

Even before vijay could fold his hands in a namaskar,Babloo singh,bunty's father hugged him fondly and greeted him in punjabi "Mere putara nu subhaksmansvsm ate dili vica savagata ate sade nimara hotala" ( greetings my son and welcome to delhi and our humble hotel)

Vijay thanked them and this show of affection and love moved him to tears and then Mrs.Nirmala rajinder greeted him in pure iyer tamil.

He could not help observing and he then voice it " Babloo sir,both you and your son look like those army heroes that are shown in the recruitment posters.And yet,here you are running your own hotel."

Babloo looked at him and the whole family exchanged glances with each other and Poornima burst out in laughter and Babloo looked at her and chided her gently " Puttar,he does not know.Please don't mislead men and your dates with your hidden secrets.Poor guys,give them a chance to make their choice instead of springing such a nasty surprise."

Vijay totally lost and confused as to that the four were discussing,looked timidly at poornima " Excuse me,please can you clue me into what you are talking about for i feel like the proverbial clown with pie in his face."

Mrs.Nirmala rajinder hushed all of them and turning to vijay " Thambi,My husband is actually a ex-army man and Voluntarily retired as a Major."

Pointing to poornima " that pretty devil who is my niece is the daughter of my elder brother and who is still serving in the army at this moment and his name is Brigadier General Soorya Narayanan."

Vijay looked at poornima with new eyes and she very casually shrugged her shoulders " My dad is the top most army guy in the nation but i am just an ordinary employee with Indigo Airlines."

Bunty her cousin " Chee,poi sollathe dee " and glancing at vijay with pride " She just finished her MBA with honors and is just going through the motions in Indigo airlines before she is moved up,way up into the top bracket of the management."

Then poornima jumped right in " Okay,okay enough of our family's ramayana and please i am on a date after a very long time and that too with someone who is not only classy but good looking and please i beg of you,don't ruin it by scaring him away."

Bunty,Babloo and Nirmala stood up feeling embarrassed and poornima grabbed her uncle babloo's arm " Chachu,can you make the best butter chicken that you can conjure up and also the softest rotis for dinner."

Babloo gently put his hand on her hand as a blessing " Are puttar,anything for you."


Nearly,2,246 kms away from New delhi,in Krishnagiri,Kavita got out of the car and huge roar went up and the crowds chanted " Kavita amma Vazhga,Kavita amma vazhga" and people began to garland her and with respect and humility she accepted their love and garlands and slowly waded through the crowd and towards the stage where many women from the local AIADMK womens wing stood waiting for her.

Her hand moved like lightning and grabbed the hand that had just squeezed her right breast and yelled in anger and the people surrounding her fell away and kavita stood alone holding the arm of a young man who had just done the unthinkable.

Everyone stood watching and numb in shock and fear as the first slap fell with the sound of thunder on the molesters face.

She grabbed him by the shirt and slapped him with such ferocity that the man began to apologise " Akka sorryka,theriyama senjutten,Vittudukka."

But kavita did not let go of the man and instead grabbed him by his hair and looked at the crowd " I am somebody's daughter.This man came from the womb of another woman just like me.This man has surely sisters,aunts,grandmothers,teachers and many women in his life and still here he is trying to squeeze my breast."

She let him go and yelled at him " Come on squeeze my breasts.You came here to molest women and touch them inappropriately.And it is not only here,but in buses,queues and everywhere that men molest women who are not able to do anything but hang their heads in shame and go ahead with their lives in frustration and tears."

She turned to several cameras that were beaming live feed " Women are not meant just for sex and were not made for the pleasure of man alone but were made for a higher purpose and that is to create life.These breasts that you bas***ds all over sneakingly try to touch and grope were meant to make and carry milk to feed a child and that is why they are here on our chests.

You f**king molesters,you go to the temples and scream and pray " Amma,thaiye,adi parashakti,abirami,lakshmi,saraswati and then you in the temples itself or nearby, if an opportunity arises you molesting bas***ds try to rub or brush against the women who have come there to worship."

A very thin,old and angry looking lady came out crying and removing her torn slippers began to beat the man on his head and body and all the time screaming " naaye,naaye,unna en vayathila pethenne.Naasama poveda."

Kavita had to just look and five female constables stepped forward and took the man into custody and then she held the poor mother in her arms and comforted her.

Chief minister Edappadi looked at his wife and family " That is kavita,namma durai murugan's daughter and the future of this party along with her brother vijay who is in delhi right now."

what took place in Krishnagiri was the first incident that would change the future of Tamil nadu politics and the second incident that would support the first was going to unfold very quickly in the next few hours.

Jannal oram 246


The cool,pleasant October night that lay over them really felt like a dream,a pleasant and beautiful dream and Vijay looked at Poornima " This is truly a hidden paradise poornima and thank you for bringing me here and thank you for lovely company."

His eyes ran all over the gem of the lawn with just enough light to give it a decent and private ambience but not too dark so as to come off naughty and seedy.

Poornima saw his hesitation and enquired " Vijay,what is it?" and he looked at her " All these flowers are just so beautiful and i am able to recognise just one or at the most two.And the fragrance is just mind blowing."

Poornima stood up and vijay followed for suit and she walked up to a large pot that held big white flowers and kneeling by it " This is a lily and this is the flower which is throwing up all the fragrance into the night air."

Pointing to a few other pots that held similar looking flowers but in purple,yellow,red and orange colors " These too belong to the same Lily family called " Lilium Candium."

Poornima then pointed to another point " That is Acashia,that there is China Berry,this is our common rose and this is our ordinary sun flower."

Vijay was just blown away by her knowledge and he knew that he had fallen for her and fallen hard and just stared at her as if he was in a trance.

Poornima gently tapped him " Hello vijay,could you please come back down to earth."

He looked at her and for the very first time,throwing caution away to the four winds moved closer to her,real close,so close that they stood facing each other and he felt the fire of her nipples caressing his chest and he politely asked " Can i kiss you?" and she nodded " Yes sir you may and don't waste anymore time thinking about it."

He had never kissed before but knew that more than the act or going about it the right and technical way,the best kiss was when lips came together for the sake of souls who could not do so.

His lips gently kissed her and she gave in and kissed back and they stood kissing for a long time under the nearly full yellow moon and they kissed as if they had found each other after searching for the other for hundreds of lives.

He looked into her eyes and then gently traced her lips with his fingers " That is my first kiss and i confess that is the best feeling that i have had in my life."

She looked at him and she saw a gentle soul,a kind soul,a caring soul and knew that he was special and there was really something great and good about him.

" I know now and see now why people flock to you and why they look up to you."

His mobile phone took it upon itself to disturb the lovely and romantic moment they were sharing and screamed loudly and it was poornima who told him to answer it " must be your sister wanting to know more about what we have been up to.Talk to her and we will continue our talk after that is done."

Vijay picked up his mobile and saw it was not his sister but his dad and he hurriedly answered it " Hello dad."

" Vijay,are you seeing what is taking place in krishnagiri and the show your sister is putting up."

Confused and in panic " Enna,kavitavukku enna aachu.Sorry,i have come out for dinner with a friend so i don't know what is happening."

Durai murugan " What,dinner,with whom.I know for sure it is not with our party people.Are you with the OPS?"

Even the moments hesitation was enough of a clue for durai murugan to know that his son was not with known people but was out with strangers and tactfully " Okay,finish up and call me for i need to talk to you about what just happened in krishnagiri.'


Vijay hurriedly tapped the tamil tv channels app and tapped the video featuring his sister in full blown action and plonked himself in the chair watching what kavita had done and what she was doing on stage at that very moment and which was talking about women and their rights.

Poornima stood by his side and both watched kavita thundering on stage and then vijay closed the window and shook his head in awe and told poornima " that is the real mass hero in our house and a genuine ISO brand hero."

If the call had broken their kiss,then the arrival of their dinner broke their conversation for vijay sniffed and turned in the direction that Bunty was coming carrying a large plate laden with his favourite meal of butter chicken and rotis.

Placing the tray,bunty stood back and looked at vijay who understanding what was required of him,placed a few rotis on his sparkling plate and then poured a large dose of gravy with tender chicken in it and crooned loudly after tasting them.

Bunty left with a satisfied smile and poornima enquired " Tastes bloody good right" and vijay nodded " Yes" and thought to himself " just not as good as your kiss and the taste of your lips" and blushing at these horny thoughts hurriedly looked down at his plate,trying to compose his thoughts and his manners.

Dinner sped away and then after wishing bunty,babloo and nirmala,poornima and vijay drove out of the hidden paradise and she looked at her watch " It is 10.30 pm Vijay " who looked at her with concern " i am sorry if it is getting late for you.Please drop me off at a cab stand or i will just book an Ola cab and go back to my hotel."

She brought the car to a gentle halt " Mister,what i meant to say was,it is 10.30 pm and India gate will look really good at this time of the night,all lit up.So,i wanted to know if you wanted to see that glorious sight."

" Sorry poornima and yes,i would love to see the India Gate.And no,there is no time limit or curfew for me and i will go where ever you take me."

She smiled at him and vijay thought his heart would break for it as filled with such love and beauty and he knew that he would never again meet another to match her or beat her in the way she made him feel.

" India gate is about 7 kms away from here and i know a short cut through an area that only the richest and most powerful live in and that will take us even quicker than the normal route."

Vijay nodded okay and just sat enjoying her presence and soaking in her air and did not even notice that the car had come to a halt at another traffic signal and apart from an ola cab that was on the left of their car,another car, an expensive top model lexus came to a halt next to them and only the filthy curses that came from her beautiful lips brought him out of his trance.

" Poornima,what is wrong? why are you suddenly cursing? Did some vehicle graze us or something?"

Poornima turned to vijay and pointed with her right thumb at the white lexus that was idling next to her window and angrily " You know whose car that belongs to.None other than the biggest pimp and bas***d fixer in delhi,the asshole himself,Santosh bhanwari lal."

Vijay knew of the man for he had been charged with many crimes that was always financial in nature and that always involved big collaborations.Starting from Bofors,the stock market crash in the early 90's,national highway scandals under the congress govt and now the french helicopter deal too under the modi govt.

And then his eyes caught sight of the man in the back seat sitting with Santosh bhanwari lal and his eyes nearly popped out and he hurriedly turned his face away and in hush,hush tones warned poornima " Don't look that way and just keep looking ahead.Please just do as i tell you and if possible follow that lexus from a distance."

The signal went green and the lexus turned right to take a u-turn and poornima waited but a few seconds and took the u-turn and said " There goes india gate behind us and now ahead lies a night of a cat and mouse game."

Turning to vijay " Who did you see? Who was in the backseat with that pimp?

Vijay's face turned red with anger and he growled " Vaidyanathan and i wonder what he is up to by meeting this famous fixer of deals in delhi."

They followed the lexus which after a few kms funnily took another u-turn and went straight towards the bypass road that led to the national highway 48.

" Vijay,that lexus is heading to highway 48 that goes through Jaipur, Udaipur, Vadodara, Mumbai and ends at namma chennai."

" Please poornima,just follow them for another ten or more minutes and then we will decide what to do."

Then suddenly the lexus that was carrying Santosh bhanwari lal and minister Vaidyanathan began to accelerate and accelerate real fast and poornima not letting go,pressed on the throttle pedal of her Hyundai I10 and tried hard to follow the lexus which was now going faster and faster and vijay noticed that their speed had crossed 100 and was now slowly creeping over 120 and then a thought struck him and he quickly called raman.

Raman answered " Vijay,i tried calling you so many times today morning and only get the phone is switched off message."

" raman,all that for later.Guess whose car i am following right now.That crooked monster vaidyanathan and guess whose car he is in,none other than that infamous delhi pimp Santosh bhanwari lal."

Raman's heart froze in fear and panic " Vijay,slow down right now and stop and go back to your hotel for it is too dangerous to be doing this on your own.Is there nobody with you and whose car are you in right now?"

" I am with in the car of the most beautiful woman i have had the pleasure of meeting tonight and to whom i am going to propose before this night is over."

Raman was stuck for a reply " okay sir.Good for you and i am happy for you.Now please vijay,stop and turn back and go back to your hotel and call me the moment you reach the place."

" Okay raman,okay.I am going back and please don't worry for they did not know that we were following them.Bye and i will call you once i reach the hotel."

Poornima had by then slowed the car which was now cruising at very slow speeds and looking at vijay " Who was that you just spoke to for it is obvious that he told you not to follow that lexus and you are obeying him blindly,when just moments ago you wanted me to follow them for as long as possible."

" That was my hero and my best friend and his name is raman and you are right when you say that i am blindly follow his request."

She stopped the car on the side of the highway " And what was that about proposing to me and all."

Vijay bhaskar looked at her and smiled shyly " Sorry,please don't be offended and trust me when i say that i have fallen head over heels for you and i don't want to live another moment without you in it."

Poornima leaned towards him and he buried his lips on hers and they kissed and kissed and kissed for the last time and did not notice the car that had come to a halt behind them and with its headlights switched off.

They did not notice the man who got out with the silenced handgun and only at the last moment when he pointed the gun at the window did vijay see him standing outside near the drivers side and that was the last thing that vijay saw in his life for the bullet that came through the window,entered the back of poornima's head instantly fatal and then exited her right eye and entered vijays face killing him and then the bullets came again and again as the man came around and pumped a few more bullets from vijay's side and into his head and back and then slowly walked away and getting into his car slipped away into the night and towards jaipur.